Black Morass All things devour

Backdated to Jan 20

The first night was hard.

course' it was. She hadn't gone down this hard in a while. Her world was turned upside down and rightside up all in one, and she was stuck spinning in the middle. Oh woe is me!

Since the first day she'd run, someone had been there. Suppose she was lucky that way really, everything in the world, laid out at her pretty paws, not that she ever once been grateful. She was opportunistic, that was all.

Hardly better than the coyotes she tore to pieces. Animal.

Strangely, she was mostly quiet when they'd finally got back, lulled to a calmer state through gentle words, cradled by them; she was never cradled before! ...Oh but she couldn't shake the jitter in her legs, turbulent as rushing river waters. She didn't cry, at least, not like the mess she'd been last time. She felt a s-static tingling buzzing burning on her neck, hairs stood on end; like lightning was soon to strike, hidden in the shifting stormclouds. Unpredictable as she, herself.

No tears, but instead she was ravaged by nausea and bitterness. Little cobra uttered words of venom on quiet breaths. She thought of each face, blotted in red; every tie and every tether she had, unwinding, unwound. What left now but tall, reverend silver to take their place.

She looked up now, devouring eyes fixed on her, on @Ione. Devouring eyes right back, surely; perhaps not so plainly.

She would've done anything to stay.