10/30/2025, 11:45 PM
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Born to love, forced to be sick
3-3-3 OC
3-3-3 OC
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Vespertine stood silently in a field, staring down at a stream of water. Her eyes narrowed softly at the reflection of herself, watching it ripple in the water. Every tangle in her fur, every breath reminded her, somewhere, of what life was like, but...she couldn't pull the memories forwards; everything was foggy and fixed behind a haze she could not break.
Slowly, the female laid down, ears flicking softly at the sounds of birds and the grunts of elk. Everything was so distant it felt like a fever dream, and gods, did she know what those felt like. Her stomach began to burn and twist. When had she truly eaten last besides near-rotten scraps? She couldn't truly recall, not anything...good at least. She'd stolen a few meals from other animals, ones she probably should have feared but lacked that instinct to do so.
For now, she lay hidden within the fog that settled along the earth, basking in the early morning cold. Every breath was crisp, a reminder, even to her barely concious brain, she was alive in some form, even if it didn't feel like it now a days.