You really don't have to, but ... I would appreciate it ... :1 This post be a short one, my apologies.
In an attempt to ignore the illusion, Bindu's dark eyes flicked away and began to probe the sea in idleness. The curves and waves of the water allured the southern belle like the sands of her home, if not more because of its mystery. Each motion was like a mother cooing her cub to sleep, but at times like a stag leaping into battle. If this black devil were not plaguing her, if her bones didn't ache so, Bindu would have run down the coastline as a result of her eager thinking; something she hadn't done in a long time. Such was the effect of a stomach with something in it.
"You look as though you could use some proper food," the mirage declared, its voice an evil taunt. Food! Of course, proper food was always useful- any kind of food was, whether it be a seal carcass or an elk calf. The young wolfess offered the cat a minim glance and just as quickly returned her stare to the water. Bindu was frustrated; the pitch-black feline was closer, now, and was speaking in a recognizable language so that she could hear and understand its awful words. If she was able to trust her perception skills, the wolfdog might have sworn that the hallucination was actually kind of warm as well. This was just a trick of her own impure mind, provoking her with warmth and life. In a few minutes, the cat would be gone. Bindu gave a whine and settled onto her stomach, paws splayed out, tail twitching.
What bothered Bindu most wasn't the feline but its catch; the squirrel. It almost smelled like a prey animal would, but the wolfdog knew better than to belief the damned ruse. The cat, the squirrel- they weren't real. They weren't real. Over and over again, the teen repeated this sentence in her head. It became a steady chant. They aren't real. They aren't real. Eventually, the mantra became a mottled mumble; a stream of words deprived of sanity or emotion. Bindu recalled the images of her father that she'd seen during her trip. Sometimes he came and said nothing, and at other times he'd come when he knew she was weakest and he would whisper cruel words. At these times, memories from the past tried to come to mind, to aid what little sanity was left, but after a few days the remembrances were forgotten.
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