Skill — n/a
The world stilled, but the tiny beast's head kept rolling, spinning as the vertigo never wavered.
One minute, she was being carted away in a crate of sticks, starving, dehydrated, and tail mutilated by the trap she'd been caught within. The next, she was waking up, groggy and alone in a woodland of red.
She couldn't remember whether this was where the cart had become overturned, nor could she find it in herself to care, as her body curled into itself, shivers vibrating through her. Dried blood clung to the fur of her broken tail.
Was she giving up? The animal couldn't place the feeling within her mind. All she could feel was the bruises beneath her skin and the numb, white noise within her mind.
One minute, she was being carted away in a crate of sticks, starving, dehydrated, and tail mutilated by the trap she'd been caught within. The next, she was waking up, groggy and alone in a woodland of red.
She couldn't remember whether this was where the cart had become overturned, nor could she find it in herself to care, as her body curled into itself, shivers vibrating through her. Dried blood clung to the fur of her broken tail.
Was she giving up? The animal couldn't place the feeling within her mind. All she could feel was the bruises beneath her skin and the numb, white noise within her mind.