Post by Emerald on Dec 22, 2015 12:12:16 GMT -5
Once Emerald had been taken to Ina'mos by Sabaoth, the warrior and the huntress had parted ways. The soaking femme had not bothered to dry herself off; she would feel no lighter without the weight of water, no more sluggish without a dripping pelt, so why bother? She had given in, allowing fate to abuse her as it always would and always had, ignoring every fruitless effort of Emerald's to stop it. Everything that she tried to do, no matter how much she had pushed at it, was always futile in its efforts.
Although she would have loved to have just collapsed on the island's sandy shores and wait for hunger to take her, something primal within her forced her to seek water, to soothe her parched, red tongue. As much as she refused, as hard as she refused, the horrible feeling in her tightening throat was like a master controlling its limp, lifeless puppet - Emerald was the puppet.
Still exhausted from the swim, the ex-Fury could only meekly drag her bruised body towards what looked like greenery. Where there were plants, there was water.
Not so long ago, Emerald's mind had been a complicated tangle of memories and personality and emotions, but now, she felt nothing. The built-in instinct to drink was controlling and defining her, nothing else. She had given up on living a life, a proper life, because she knew that she was never in possession of one. How could she live a life that had always been denied to her?
She thought nothing of the emptiness that was now consuming her as a crashing waterfall came into view. The thirst that burned in her throat made Emerald stand up and take strides that physically hurt to take, but she took them anyway. Her fragile paws had taken her to blessed yet damned water, and if she did not drink, then all of that pain would have been for nothing. She dipped her muzzle in.
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It's really short, but I'm happy with it.
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