Dawnlark Plains [m]wabbajack

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blood — blood on her paws. his cries echoed like nails beating through the thicket of her skull; dull, constant, agonizing. he'd been so young, so handsome. sleek raven fur marred by a hideous smear of alabaster across his maw. and those eyes, oh those ravishing eyes.

fields of lavender kissed by sun-rays, so beautiful, so pure, so i n n o c e n t. if only they had not been purple, he would have earned the opportunity to grow up. would have fallen in love and had children of his own. now those eyes, those great big, bewitching melonii eyes lay plucked from their sockets, drenched in a pool of blood.

it'd been three nights ago, yet she malvina it before her now as if it'd just taken place. a blink and the boy's figure was gone, her heartbeat galloping from the pit of her vile chest. the boy was just the beginning, she could not show weakness now.

the wind struck harsh, and with it a sickness she'd thought she could have outrun. bile threatened to spill it's way past her lips to the cold, chilled plains beneath her. it could not be, she must be mistaken! but she was not.

shivers slithered their way from tail to neck, dancing in rolling waves of alarmed panic. lips parted to utter forth a word spoken so weakly that even her own shadow may not hear it.

"@Maund?"