01-31-2023, 01:50 AM
// general content warning for imagery
// content warning for.. female inferiority?
Part of her wanted to believe that the blood meant nothing, that it was just a coincidence, maybe even a trick of the eyes. That innocent, young part of her brain that viewed the world through a kaleidoscope, perfect, lovely, safe. The one that remained hidden, locked away, too soft for its own good.
The rest of her knew differently; that life was not so precious nor forgiving; that it was cold, dark, and prone to poke at weaknesses. At wriggling and writhing its way through the smallest of deformities in the toughest of armors, a disease hellbent on bringing the entire universe to its knees. Mauti swallowed thickly as she walked, the only sound coming from the crunch of snow beneath her paws and the slow gurgling of a lake fighting the freeze. She could see its muddy banks, the snow around its edges eroded into ugly slush. But she didn't mind it as she ventured closer, for she was used to the uncomfortable sensation of filth that clung to her fur.
She'd been sitting peacefully for some time, looking out over the ghostly surface of the lake, its opposite bank hidden by the snow and fog that danced, ghost-like, in the wind. It had been silent, eerily so — until a hoarse note, like the noise of some unseen demon, split the air and echoed menacingly over the empty expanse of the basin.
Mauti could feel her heart constrict with fear, her entire body sent into a fight or flight reaction. She was on her feet suddenly, having turned to be parallel with the water's edge. And there she stood, her nose flaring, her eyes searching the dim, shifting mists for the creature that would surely launch itself at her throat.
"Hello?" she ventured after a minute, her stupidity not unlike that of victims caught in a horror movie.
// content warning for.. female inferiority?
Part of her wanted to believe that the blood meant nothing, that it was just a coincidence, maybe even a trick of the eyes. That innocent, young part of her brain that viewed the world through a kaleidoscope, perfect, lovely, safe. The one that remained hidden, locked away, too soft for its own good.
The rest of her knew differently; that life was not so precious nor forgiving; that it was cold, dark, and prone to poke at weaknesses. At wriggling and writhing its way through the smallest of deformities in the toughest of armors, a disease hellbent on bringing the entire universe to its knees. Mauti swallowed thickly as she walked, the only sound coming from the crunch of snow beneath her paws and the slow gurgling of a lake fighting the freeze. She could see its muddy banks, the snow around its edges eroded into ugly slush. But she didn't mind it as she ventured closer, for she was used to the uncomfortable sensation of filth that clung to her fur.
She'd been sitting peacefully for some time, looking out over the ghostly surface of the lake, its opposite bank hidden by the snow and fog that danced, ghost-like, in the wind. It had been silent, eerily so — until a hoarse note, like the noise of some unseen demon, split the air and echoed menacingly over the empty expanse of the basin.
Mauti could feel her heart constrict with fear, her entire body sent into a fight or flight reaction. She was on her feet suddenly, having turned to be parallel with the water's edge. And there she stood, her nose flaring, her eyes searching the dim, shifting mists for the creature that would surely launch itself at her throat.
"Hello?" she ventured after a minute, her stupidity not unlike that of victims caught in a horror movie.