10-24-2017, 08:59 PM
Atrani
When he touches her muzzle – so tender, so sweet – Atrani cannot hold back the feeble smile that softens the edges of her emaciated face. There is someone, after all, whom reciprocates the little affection that she harbors in her body. It’s foreign, really. Instincts scream at her to retract because she has only brought destruction to those around her, but she doesn’t. The warmth of his skin is reassuring somehow and it would draw her in closer if she didn’t note the subtle change in his voice.
It could have easily been her imagination, but she has realized how much her body has changed over the years. It would startle anyone – mother, father, Magnus – but she has come to terms with it. A rattled breath escapes her and her head moves to the right as though something caught her attention on the ground. Her ears swivel and the muscles twitch beneath her empty eye sockets. Oddly enough, her heart patters more quickly against her ribcage but she isn’t sure if that’s from fear of his rejection or his admission for missing her, too.
In.. Out..
She continues to breathe in a placid manner as she contemplates ways to reassure him that she is okay, that somehow she is surviving. She tries a form of humor, an uncharted territory for her. ”I ate all the grass I could find in the meadow.” She knows the meadow solely by scent. Often she rubbed her body along an oak tree for her own navigation despite how the bark bit painfully into her skin and jumped across her ribs like a xylophone. An awkward grin trembles across her lips, but it flickers away in a heartbeat as she sighs with confession. ”I have nowhere else to go. Everyone is gone and no matter how much I try to eat, I look like this,” she wants him to know that she is trying to be self-sufficient, that she hasn’t entirely given up, but it’s an ongoing struggle. ”No one wants the starved, eyeless abomination.” There is a note of defeat sinking into her, but she tries to recover immediately. She cannot allow anyone to pity her.
”I’ve enjoyed the solitude.”
It could have easily been her imagination, but she has realized how much her body has changed over the years. It would startle anyone – mother, father, Magnus – but she has come to terms with it. A rattled breath escapes her and her head moves to the right as though something caught her attention on the ground. Her ears swivel and the muscles twitch beneath her empty eye sockets. Oddly enough, her heart patters more quickly against her ribcage but she isn’t sure if that’s from fear of his rejection or his admission for missing her, too.
In.. Out..
She continues to breathe in a placid manner as she contemplates ways to reassure him that she is okay, that somehow she is surviving. She tries a form of humor, an uncharted territory for her. ”I ate all the grass I could find in the meadow.” She knows the meadow solely by scent. Often she rubbed her body along an oak tree for her own navigation despite how the bark bit painfully into her skin and jumped across her ribs like a xylophone. An awkward grin trembles across her lips, but it flickers away in a heartbeat as she sighs with confession. ”I have nowhere else to go. Everyone is gone and no matter how much I try to eat, I look like this,” she wants him to know that she is trying to be self-sufficient, that she hasn’t entirely given up, but it’s an ongoing struggle. ”No one wants the starved, eyeless abomination.” There is a note of defeat sinking into her, but she tries to recover immediately. She cannot allow anyone to pity her.
”I’ve enjoyed the solitude.”
dove into her eyes and starved all the fears
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