Ultima
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VARUNA
Warm breath puffs from your nostrils as they brush against the large stranger's muzzle. You shy a bit at the closeness. He is so much larger than you, and you can feel the power in his breath as it mingles with your's, so meek and frail. Who gave you those feathers? With ears pressed back, almost cowering as you peer up at him, your lips quiver with the answer, faltering because you're unsure why it matters to him. Does he mean to take them from you? You snort. "They're momma's feathers," you answer, trying to stand as the great shadow urges you onto your feet. You oblige the nudge, trying your best to lift your body even though it is so tired. It fights you, magnetized to the earth. Eventually, you manage. "But they're m- mine now!" you add defensively, a hoarse wheeze interrupting your words. You think nothing of it. Your little limbs are splayed, chest heaving and belly all cramped up with hunger. Tendrils of wet hair stick to your face, stick all over you, and you feel sticky, wet, and exposed. The stress in your eyes is unmistakable. and calm your heart, the dark is still the dark |
@Volterra sorry for the not great quality. he's wheezing a bit from his condition
