Out of the frying pan, into the fire

[Geneva Stockholm]

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After several moments, she felt peacefulness fall over her. She had become used to solitude. But out here, amidst the quiet of the waves, she found that she didn't feel so alone. She had never actively sought to stand in the spotlight. Instead, she tended toward the shadows and the quiet of her own thoughts. But recently, she felt as though she had isolated herself far too much, and felt occasional pangs of hunger for the company of others. At least here she didn't feel that loneliness pushing so hard against her chest. At least here, she could breathe. She sighed, stretching out like a large cat. She bowed her back, raising her head slightly as she rolled her shoulders, listening to bits of pressure points popping. She had taken to sitting still for far too long. The grayscale female paced without much direction, threading a lazy line in the sand as she half-heartedly tried to bring warmth back to her body, momentum back to her muscles. Pondering for long lengths of time was often a sedentary matter, and despite the lassitude within her mind, her body yearned to feel the flow of strength once more. Lime green eyes lingered on the distant surf, occasionally sweeping the sandy distance before her as she ambled on without direction. And suddenly she spotted a shape looming in the distance. Her heart began to beat wildly before her mind had even registered who or what it might be, her legs beginning to tremble. Geneva blinked twice, her mouth hanging open slightly as she saw a hulking shape that was slowly but surely making its way toward her across the beach. Her breath stilled in her throat as she stood, trapped as an animal in headlights. She felt like a prey animal, mesmerized by the sight of a majestic predator. She could see the yellow of his eyes now, even though he was several yards away. She was focusing so hard on his face that it seemed to grow to encompass the entirety of her vision. Logical thought fled her as instinct overtook her body, seizing control as panic curled down toward the pit of her stomach. Her body suddenly ached again from a beating long gone by. Phantom pain flared to life within her, unfurling like a terrible black flag. This time, her body remembered what a predator could do, and without one thought she turned around and ran for cover, not quite knowing where cover was yet.

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