2/1/2025, 5:20 PM
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A woman who had always painted a smile on her face, who had been encaptured, tormented, manipulated… left alone. Left to pick up the pieces of herself over and over again. To look at the world through rose-colored glasses. To keep herself from slipping into the darkness that wished for her to cross the line. Mauve’s life had not been easy, she had thrown herself into the depths of destruction and continued to pull through with a smile on her face. Yet… how much more could she possibly take? How could anyone continue?
Warwick, Maeve, Vendetta, Nikolai, Melchior, Alaric… now this child whose name had never crossed his lips. She would press into his chest, tears now blinding her vision as faces and names continued to cross her mind. Had the High Elk sought only punishment for her? She was tangled in a spiderweb and no matter how much she tried to break free she only entangled herself further.
She felt his ribs crack beneath her force, unable to stop until she heard a voice creep into her ears. Her name… it came out soft, broken… he would confirm her fears. She smelt the sweet scent of flowers accompanying death. Her paws would falter, pushing herself from the cavern’s depth. She needed to breathe… she felt suffocated.
Her breath was hard to catch, her lungs squeezing… a gut-wrenching scream drew from her lips. One that was so full of agony of pent-up sadness that she had refused to show in front of others. She screamed over and over again, “Why?” She called out, she wanted to know, “Why me?” She pressed her paw to her heart, “I can't.” The brunette couldn’t catch her breath, every wheeze and cry continued to onslaught her form and she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop, make it stop, hurting.
Currently being guarded by Riptide; allowed in any threads