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Shayna had drifted in and out of the realm of consciousness in a drowsy attempt to make the time fly. The past few days that had past dragged their heels deep into the cogs of time making every minute feel an eternity for the woman, and in the depths of her mind a eagerness to get out and do something plotted grimly and scratched impatiently upon her walls of thought. In an attempt to control her sanity she did what she always did – have a tab. She made her way to the front door quietly edging over the floorboards in a careful attempt to not disturb the household or draw attention from the members within it. The woman cracked the door open slightly slithering her thin form through it and gently turning the handle as best she could to ease the gentle clunk of the door, a frozen breath escaped her lips swirling a misty haze into the wind. The sun gave its last glimmering beam and disappeared over the horizon, night's dark cloak beginning to mask the sky.
Rummaging through her old bag she clenched her key to sanity and lit her up promptly, propping herself up against the building’s weathered shell. A sprinkling of snow cascaded from the dark descending skies destined to sit upon the already accumulated blanket of white snowflakes, and she glanced down at her stomach with a widened smile across her maw after running her hand over her fur. Her ribs weren’t as prominent to the light touch anymore but only with a deeper inspection would one discover she was underweight. What would her mother think? About the mess she’d let herself into. This, punishment of her own body, this self harm she would of called it. But the old woman did it enough to herself on regular occurrences and that was acceptable for her. ”Oh Shay, my darling, my only baby – what have you done to yourself? Your body is your temple and its time you started to treat it with some respect!” a weak sound sang across the wind. She suspected her mother’s presence to haunt her at some time or another, oh the old hag – or maybe she had just gone crazy with fatigue. It was only when the woman had felt a warm paw upon the skin of her shoulder had she really believed it was her jolting forward is disbelief, yet turning to find that she was not there. Drawing one of her last puffs from the demising stub held in between her ivory claws she glared off into the distance, the unknown.
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