as usual, fiamma strolled toward the nursery with purposeful steps, eager to check on the seedlings and how they had progressed. her favorite in particular had thrived over the winter, and others she'd worked with soto to cultivate were coming along, as well.
the sylph picked her way nimbly down the rocks, face lit in anticipation—which perhaps was her undoing.
for with each step, danger lurked—
and she failed to register the death rattle until she'd trod upon a slender, coiled body.
a flash of fangs, set into her ankle;
fiamma cast a baleful look toward the retreating serpent, brows knitted. she'd known snakes to be biters on occasion, though they were rare in the mountains. still, she carried on toward their harvesting grounds, intent on carrying out her duties and
things slowed down.
she felt suddenly as if each limb weighed a thousand pounds, and yet her heart raced faster than anything she'd known before. she shook her head, trying to clear the growing fog from her brain.
a breath, a wordless exclamation;
the plants were in sight.
fiamma made a beeline toward them, but she was moving more slowly and haphazardly than ever. spittle was growing at the corners of increasingly slack lips; her paws dragged along the sand, and she eventually collapsed in a heap of limbs.
heartbeat slowing, almost in a perfect downward rhythm.
she struggled to breathe.
finally, god has found you, bastard daughter. you've lived a lie all your life, and now the truth has come for your soul.
she'd die this way, sprawled upon the desert, face twisted in desperate agony as the venom seized her entirely—gorgeous blue gaze fixed upon the plant she would have given her life for.
perhaps she had.
the sylph picked her way nimbly down the rocks, face lit in anticipation—which perhaps was her undoing.
for with each step, danger lurked—
and she failed to register the death rattle until she'd trod upon a slender, coiled body.
a flash of fangs, set into her ankle;
oh dio,she spat, shaking the affected forepaw. without thinking, she struck back, jaws snapping toward the enemy—which, in turn, hit her throat and retreated, like a bolt of lightning.
fiamma cast a baleful look toward the retreating serpent, brows knitted. she'd known snakes to be biters on occasion, though they were rare in the mountains. still, she carried on toward their harvesting grounds, intent on carrying out her duties and
things slowed down.
she felt suddenly as if each limb weighed a thousand pounds, and yet her heart raced faster than anything she'd known before. she shook her head, trying to clear the growing fog from her brain.
a breath, a wordless exclamation;
the plants were in sight.
fiamma made a beeline toward them, but she was moving more slowly and haphazardly than ever. spittle was growing at the corners of increasingly slack lips; her paws dragged along the sand, and she eventually collapsed in a heap of limbs.
no,she managed, her tongue gone numb. she reached for her precious seedling, but her grasp fell short.
heartbeat slowing, almost in a perfect downward rhythm.
she struggled to breathe.
finally, god has found you, bastard daughter. you've lived a lie all your life, and now the truth has come for your soul.
no,fiamma whispered, as the tip of her paw rested within inches of the green.
she'd die this way, sprawled upon the desert, face twisted in desperate agony as the venom seized her entirely—gorgeous blue gaze fixed upon the plant she would have given her life for.
perhaps she had.
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figlia - by Fiamma - April 11, 2025, 10:03 PM
RE: figlia - by Soto - April 12, 2025, 03:02 PM