paranoia, delicate fear
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in Aelcrest shore, Arisaig Shoal. Evening. Medusa is in Optime, she has her cloak. no snakes. This post got so rambly, sorry.


Ever since Medusa had realized that she was... not quite right, in her mind, she had been struggling on the razor edge of sanity and what lay opposite. She knew that how she thought and how the gears in her brain worked was odd to other people, her logic typically convoluted and very nonsensical, but she didn't care. She reached proper conclusions and felt proper emotions, perhaps a little more strongly than other people did. The Serbian was not, exactly, best befitted to doing things that would require a certain sense of inner peace, but she was an Abigor, an artiste and the chaos within her mind made her creations all the more compelling, she believed.

It was that same sense of chaos, with lots of completely unsubtle help from the Narrator that compelled her to wander so far from her home, Anathema, after the terrible hurricane. She wasn't quite sure if she was supposed to be moving around so much, as she rubbed the slight hardness in her abdomen, but she didn't care. Medusa didn't understand the concept of pregnancies or childbirth, having had ten miscarriages in her youth due to the demands of her 'mate'. She snarled quietly, and promised that she would carry her child or children to term and care for them as no other.

Medusa realized abruptly that her wanderings may have been too far afield when she began to scent traces of another pack. She blanched, her eye widening, and scrambled backwards. Her hands gripped the tattered cloak and pulled it close around her, giving it new rips, as her tail tucked in between her legs. She looked around and silently cursed, wishing that she had both of her eyes.

She knew that someday, another eagle or some other bird such as that would come down with a fury and take out her other eye, leaving her completely blind. It terrified her, made her whine quietly and hunch over. Medusa just knew that it would happen, could taste it almost. It was a terrible fear, but it would happen. And how would she be able to function after that? She wouldn't, not at all.


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/sucky loser in Optime form


Lena had been thinking hard lately. She had similar thoughts before, but ever since the hurricane and gone and passed, the ideas that were being born in her head were cradled more closely in mind. She was, in her own opinion, grown well past puppyhood, and the days that were spent doing nothing because of the limitations that were put on her were becoming ever more aware to her. She was beginning to feel caged, and she decided to poke around the open territories once more, hoping that would help her clear her head.

Maybe she was growing too big for New Dawn, maybe she needed more. As she padded through the unmarked lands, she felt more comfortable, her thoughts running more smoothly, and the thought came to her. It was not strange for pups to leave parents when they reached a certain age, right? But, then again, she was a "special case". She even bet that if the pack knew what she was thinking, humoring the idea of leaving the pack, they would chide her for it. Yet, the thought of her being her own person without having someone else at the forefront to decide for her sounded pleasing. She allowed herself to be enveloped by the daydream, but soon her thoughts were interrupted.

A strange scent came to her, and it smelled like a pack, but not like any one she ever scented before. She was curious, and made a bee's line towards where the source was coming from. It was a lady, and she smelled... unhappy. She couldn't place the emotion--perhaps uneasiness?--but she knew it was not something positive. "Hello?" the girl called once she was certain the person was within hearing range, pausing in her steps and tilting her head as she attempted to catch any noises they would give away the position of the other.

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