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the little nightmare
Northfall (Seer)
Statistics
Species
Wolf

Sex
Female (Female)

Age
3 years (5/30/2022)

Height
Average

Weight
Average

Build
Average

Eyes
Amethyst

Fur
Black, brown, gold, white

Scent
smoke • haunted house • decay

Oddities
Ear tufts

Writer

Posts

Threads

Rating
3L - 2S - 3V
Gore, Strong Violence, Substance Abuse

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Her words, for a moment, seemed to stun-lock Valeska. It took a lot to get her silver мать to quell her lips, but with Sreda's words, Valeska seemed to disappear somewhere. Somewhere distant, within her own mind and imagination. And Sreda feared for what those visions showed her мать.

There were probably flowers.
And colors.
And loud songs.

Sreda shifted uncomfortably, feeling her skin crawl, not in the way she enjoyed. Her amethyst gaze remained piercing, simply staring at Valeska while the woman drifted in and out of sentience (her mother had a gift, really).

And finally, Valeksa would return to reality,
smiling ... so gently.

It was as ominous as a cold breeze.

"It is alright. I have accepted that I cannot hold onto you forever. Моя маленькая тень."

Sreda felt her skin prickle, fur lifting.

There was a long pause.

"But you cannot leave without us first sharing an embrace."

The witch would stiffen. It was a near-invisible twitch, one that Sreda felt tighten her muscles down to her very core. An embrace? Мать ... she would start, cathing her complaint in her throat before it could go any further. "Also, you must promise to visit."

Sreda did not feel the same emotional pull to a physical embrace as Valeska did. They had always been different in that way. Sreda was as cold as a damp shadow, while Valeska held the warmth of the sun in her lungs. But she was still, regardless of their differences, her mother. And Sreda was cruel, but she was not mean.

Only because it is you, the once child, once girl, now woman would relent, leaving herself bare for her mother's assault.

Sreda could only hope Valeska would break her ribs.


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RE: death is just some guy who's doin' his job - by Sreda - 3/10/2026, 2:31 AM

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