6/12/2026, 3:41 PM
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She who knows no bounds, but is confined to her own limits
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3-0-3 OC
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Thunder rattled the den long before Haochen understood what thunder was.
The storm had never stopped.
Rain hammered against the mountainside in relentless sheets, wind howling through the cracks of stone and root that formed Bao's shelter. Every crash of thunder seemed to shake the earth itself. The den smelled of wet soil, milk, and blood.
The runt lay tucked against her mother's side, squirming, squeaking, the smallest shape in the litter. Her siblings squirmed and fussed, strong enough to shove one another aside for warmth. She barely had the strength to lift her head.
She'd always be weaker. Born smaller. Quieter.
Her breaths came shallowly, each one seeming to require more effort than the last.
Outside, lightning split the sky. The brief flash illuminated the den entrance before darkness swallowed everything again.
Another rumble followed. Another crash. The storm seemed endless.
She didn't notice. The world had already begun slipping away from her. Fading into muted sounds and distant smells as the littlest one just curled into the fur as white as snow.