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Ooc — Mica
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It was like fire licking up the length of her legs, her muscles strained and tired, but the promise of the nearby lake kept her going. The wind blows against her coat, the cool breeze the only relief against her burning legs, and she wonders if she’s going make it the rest of the way. Slowly, she sits down, feeling a heavy weight lift from her paws like ice shooting through her veins. Emori can't remember the last time she rested, dragging her body from one place to the next. She doesn't even know where she's going, just trying to reach the next destination to keep her mind from vengence.
Emori still remembers the blood on her paws, the flames, the smoke suffocating her with ash and soot, filling her lungs until she could not breathe. It took weeks for her breathing to return to normal, to not wheeze, to not rattle with each breath, to go more than a few hours without coughing. She knows there's nothing she can do now, having escaped by the hair on her neck and not looking back.
Coward, coward, coward.
Her grey eyes close, tired and heavy, and she lowers all the way to the ground. The soil is damp, so close to the shore, but she can't pull her body up to take the last several yards. She rests there, tired, mind wavering in and out of her exhaustion until she's able to get enough energy to pick herself back up.