She hadn't wandered this far from the coast in many days, fearing the prospect of running into someone even though she was trying her best to shed the dark fears of her past, fears that she now knew would haunt her for the rest of her life. Although she might grow numb to them, something she was desperately trying to achieve now, she would never escape the nightmares of the man who had abused her, of the man that she had killed.
Rubbing the finger-joint of that very man between her own delicate digits she forced herself to continue on deeper into the cool embrace of dense trees and vegetation until finally a break in the canopy bathed a wash of ethereal light onto her plush auburn fur that lay bare where her scant clothes did not cover and her fall of mahogany hair which trailed along her shoulders and back. She paused to welcome the light but discovered she felt no warmth from it as rain trickled lightly through the small opening where leaves could not stop its descent.
The damp vegetation tried its best to chill the Russian girl but she kept moving forward at a light jog through the brush, keeping her blood flowing and soon she felt as if she was amid a tropical heat. Marishka had traveled far to the West of the forest before she finally paused to catch her breath and cool down, allowing her time to look about with her uncommon violet eyes, her thoughts slowly catching up to her.
It seemed as though her thoughts and her dreams would always take her back to the pains of her childhood and she wondered for a moment if when she was finally close to death would she dream of something good? Her gaze flicked to her highly polished and well sharpened dagger on her hip, hand hovering above the hilt for a moment before she clenched it into a fist and quickly looked away. She knew nothing good enough to be able to find reprieve in eternal slumber.
Frustrated and exhausted she knelt by a small pooling of water and splashed her face, trying to shock her mind into silence long enough for her to think of other things, rocking herself back to sit on her heels with her palms placed on her thighs, tail flicking back and forth, trying her best to empty her mind.
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