Firefly Glen BWP: Midgard Serpent

I assume that both of them arrived shortly after Kausiut got stung. Inserting a time jump here - an hour or two, if that's okay with you! :)

In the beginning there was this heavy feeling weighing down her soul. Kausiut faught against the invisible force, trying to keep her eyes open and not fall into unconsciousness, but the pressure was too great and she gave up. The heaviness washed over her like a wave and took her away.

Some part of her was aware of the presence of the two strangers. The survival instinct whined weakl y in vain. She did not care, there was little she could do anyway. Therefore she floated in the nothingness, embracing the darkness and stillness, and the warmth.

Dream shifted after a while and she found herself watching her own limp physical form lying in the meadow with the other people's gazes trained on her. There was a thin silver thread connecting the ethereal Kausiut to the real one, it glistened and buzzed and, when she tugged on it, curious to test its strength and whether she could break it, it did not budge.

Frankly speaking, this kind of existence was also not bad. It occurred to her that with her soul free from its deformed shell, gone was also the pain and limitations imposed upon her. She felt whole. Happy even. Fitting in. This was probably, how everyone, who was normal, felt every day. The thought of the unfairness of her situation made her frown and she tugged at the thread again.

It did not budge.

Lifting her muzzle up, she was surprised to see that instead of the bright blue of the afternoon sky, there were millions of different kind of colours and small, bright, star-like creatures zapping around. A very cheerful sight. And then - all of a sudden the cold appeared and she shivered and looked around for the source.

There not far from her stood the shadowy mirror-image of her, glaring, its anger and frustration palpable. Kausiut frowned, bared her teeth at the odd thing and it responded with a snarl and a lunge. All of a sudden it was the dark nothingness again, accompanied by a growing sense of pain in the paw, where the snake had bit her and ringing noise in her ears.

Groggily she tried to push herself to her feet and her unfocused gaze went from one man's distorted and blurred image to the other. The earlier feeling of freedom and elation had been exchanged for the one that could be likened to having been trampled by a herd of deer.