Ouroboros Spine all the days of our delights are poison in my veins

hoping to catch a @Cen >:3

Moondoe, striding.

The high mountains had held prisoners before, before she was born, but this was the first time in her memory they had. The dark wife-beater, hobbled.

She held a cold, small rabbit, likely a day or so old. Maybe it was cruel, but meat was meat. Old Doe dogged her steps, but didn’t say anything. Just made her own smug approval known in an aura.

Vairë knew this was what she wanted. Vairë also knew Old Doe wanted her fiery, wanted her to rage and rage until she was blood splattered. She wrapped her hand around her anger and smothered it.

The dark, yawning maw was ahead of her. She stopped at its mouth, letting no emotion touch her face, before she threw the rabbit into the cave.

Eat.