unmade plans

Lilin Soulstorm · 08-06-2012, 01:52 PM

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It felt like her senses had become more acute. Meat tasted differently, sweet and savory to her palate. She still had a preference for raw nutriments but she wasn't as finicky nowadays - if cooked meals were on the menu, then that's what she would have too. Her sense of smell was also different, goaded by all sorts of food; especially high sources of protein. Lilin hadn't particularly paid attention to any of this, not until her conversation with her eldest sibling. Perhaps she was over analyzing her nonphysical symptoms. After all, paranoia could coax people into believing things. Other things, however, could not be overlooked any longer. Her amplified bosom and the lack of hair around her darkened nipples were certainly proof enough that her body was undergoing unwanted changes, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Instead, Lilin found comfort in the fact that some of her sister's symptoms had not yet manifested; the retching, for example, was something she had not experienced. Colibri's loss of appetite was also something she hadn't encountered thus far- if anything, it was the opposite; the Virding's constant hunger was insatiable. Her mind was still reeling from the unfortunate events to have befallen her closest relative. A ripple of guilt shook her to the core. She had been the one holding her sibling's soaked body, vulnerable and permeated with blood. She should have been able to sense that her wounds were not only external. The world was a cruel place. It could have been her that day, or Miskunn, or any other female in Vinatta. Not only had Coli been both emotionally and physically violated, the bastard had left her with a living, permanent reminder of their encounter. Her nieces and nephews were tainted already, before they even had a chance at life. Would her children be tainted too as a way to punish her sinful mateship with Saul?

Pressing her face into her bundle of silks, all of which she'd gathered into a generous pile of softness, Lilin allowed a heavy exhale to escape her muzzle in a desperate attempt to stop the nonsense from invading her mind. She was in bed already, where she spent an impressive amount of time nowadays. Sloth had become her faithful companion. She should have been out there, lending her mate a helping hand at the very least but her energy and willpower had vanished with any motivation she might have been able to gather. His call was answered with a soft coo and a weak thump of her tail against the straw mattress they shared. The dichotomous femme was glad he'd made it home earlier, anticipating the feel of his strong arms around her.

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