Hushed Willows [m] Test a nerve, baby, you know what the price is

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Set January 7th
Rolled a 9/10 for severity; to give this actual stakes, I'm gonna go ahead and commit to fatality after three days of no response. Sorry Rev, this is what you get when I have no muse LOL

Reverie was a ghost among the willows. She drifted through the swamp at the outskirts of Hearthwood's territory, marking here and there as she went. Occasionally she winced. There'd been — little signs. Aches and twinges in familiar places. She tried to ignore it. She really did.

But suddenly she felt breathless. Reverie halted in her tracks, alarmed by the abrupt sensation of something shifting somewhere deep within her. Nothing she recognized as normal. It felt like — a loosening. A rush of warmth, a — no, no, no, no...

She didn't need to look down to know. Blood pouring down her thighs; blood falling into the snow. Her blood, always.