this life has not been good, you see
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Date: April 18

Setting: Anathema border, nearest to Inferni

Time: Late night

Character Form: Optime
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ooc: come save herrrr

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The sun was setting.


She paced the border, and there was a pain within her - A throbbing behind her eyes and a tightness in her lungs that made it difficult to inhale. Tremors of fear pulsed through the silver songbird, making her shiver, making her gasp. The intensity of the feeling had been growing over the past week, and China had hidden from her sisters and her nearby brother, not wanting them to see the erosion within her. Something was wrong, deep inside; She could feel it with every heartbeat.


The sun died in splendor, its deep red blood oozing across the horizon in a hue to familiar, a hue she craved. The desperation stabbed hard, a peak of adrenaline in hollow, overly-thin frame; bones rattled in gossamer silk, purest silver bloodied by the burst of the sunset.


Then she was running. Through the laughing skulls and their gaping eye-holes, judging and condemning. The shadows were at her heels, and each one was her uncle, craving the blood held cold within her. There was no breath to scream, only the frenzied footsteps that were her own - Two feet rather than four, as palm scrambled up stone, slicing themselves on ragged edges. Her fingers were sticky, but the girl was blind in her terror - She moved without moving, a phantom as night crashed around her. Everything was wrong, and she was so afraid - so, so afraid.


Trees blurred past, and their gnarled claws tore at her fragile skin. The reed pipe and accompanying bandage were torn away, revealing the neat scar beneath, but she did not stop - Fettered by the fear, the songbird ran on, her wings crippled by the darkness within.


Each breath was agony. At last, she could run no longer - Exhaustion gripped the frail beauty mercilessly, and if brought her down hard. There was a stabbing pain in her left ankle, before the ground rushed to meet the wounded Fae. A sharp crack, and her skull bounced once - Blackness.


Silence.



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