Fake Nature
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- Posted: Mon, 13 May 2024 02:57:19 +0000
In her dream, the figure Mara clutch slowly began to escape her grasp. The feeling of it against her chest and torso, that tight pressure, began to drift away with the layer of the dream world. The emotions she felt were so intense, it didn't make any sense that they could just fade away like that. However, now she could hear voices of strange and unfamiliar people, smells of alcohol and food. Where was she? Awakening she would still feel an oppressive exhaustion on top of her; she hadn't slept quite enough. No less she opened her eyes, now aware of how she was laying supported at her neck and knees: someone was carrying her. Her green hues peering up and struggling to focus from the tears still in her eyes. What she saw greatly confused her, or maybe it was just that strange state between being asleep and awake. Sweating from the heat of her own power, her red hair clung to her forehead and her skin glistened.
Who was holding her? It looked like some kind of strange wolf-human hybrid. But the color of the fur, the feeling of it on her skin, and the... smell... She knew the smell of that animal, Scriff. Her brow furrowed, making it obvious that she was awake if he hadn't realized yet. What was he doing? Why did he look like that? What is happening on this forsaken island? A further pause also let her realize even more of her surroundings. She was in some kind of building: artificial light, woodworking, plaster. All made of things that melt and burn quite nicely. Where was she? While tired, she still managed to manifest an irritated growl, pulling her arms closer to her chest.
"Scriff...? What are you doing...?"
It was then that she noticed from the corner of her eye a second figure. Finally, someone that looked like a person... sort of. She realized that it seemed like she was being presented to this woman. Turning her head to look at her, the question appeared in her mind: who was she? What was she... As Mara looked into her eyes, she could feel a pain in her right hand, the bracelet clenching tighter in response. It was a dull ache that consumed her hand, right up to just below her elbow. A phantom pain. Something about the woman before her made her feel a tightness in her chest. She turned her head away. A brief golden light shimmering through: she swore she could see it. The iron of the bracelet gripped tighter for a moment to dig into her skin. The memory of the dream trickled back into her mind, a memory of that feeling of control. It was closer than it had ever been. Struggling to push her voice, she growled at Scriff again, not yet ready to address the new woman or her companions.
"Put me down, you filthy beast, before I... Before I turn you into ash..."
She began to fidget in Scriff's grasp, placing an arm on his shoulder to try to pull herself up. Whether Scriff would place her down or she would wriggle from his grasp, it would land her on her feet only for a moment before falling onto the ground. She was still quite weak, but the irritability of her in this state and her exhaustion would mean the power flowing through her would be that much less controlled. The result would be a steep increase in heat coming from her, enough that you would be able to feel it radiating onto your skin if you were standing a few feet away. Suddenly she missed the feeling she had in that dream of her face pressed into the bosom of that tall iron figure. Maybe it was in response to the reality of the hard floor she found herself against, who knows in the strange world of those simple thoughts you have when you are tired.
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Who was holding her? It looked like some kind of strange wolf-human hybrid. But the color of the fur, the feeling of it on her skin, and the... smell... She knew the smell of that animal, Scriff. Her brow furrowed, making it obvious that she was awake if he hadn't realized yet. What was he doing? Why did he look like that? What is happening on this forsaken island? A further pause also let her realize even more of her surroundings. She was in some kind of building: artificial light, woodworking, plaster. All made of things that melt and burn quite nicely. Where was she? While tired, she still managed to manifest an irritated growl, pulling her arms closer to her chest.
"Scriff...? What are you doing...?"
It was then that she noticed from the corner of her eye a second figure. Finally, someone that looked like a person... sort of. She realized that it seemed like she was being presented to this woman. Turning her head to look at her, the question appeared in her mind: who was she? What was she... As Mara looked into her eyes, she could feel a pain in her right hand, the bracelet clenching tighter in response. It was a dull ache that consumed her hand, right up to just below her elbow. A phantom pain. Something about the woman before her made her feel a tightness in her chest. She turned her head away. A brief golden light shimmering through: she swore she could see it. The iron of the bracelet gripped tighter for a moment to dig into her skin. The memory of the dream trickled back into her mind, a memory of that feeling of control. It was closer than it had ever been. Struggling to push her voice, she growled at Scriff again, not yet ready to address the new woman or her companions.
"Put me down, you filthy beast, before I... Before I turn you into ash..."
She began to fidget in Scriff's grasp, placing an arm on his shoulder to try to pull herself up. Whether Scriff would place her down or she would wriggle from his grasp, it would land her on her feet only for a moment before falling onto the ground. She was still quite weak, but the irritability of her in this state and her exhaustion would mean the power flowing through her would be that much less controlled. The result would be a steep increase in heat coming from her, enough that you would be able to feel it radiating onto your skin if you were standing a few feet away. Suddenly she missed the feeling she had in that dream of her face pressed into the bosom of that tall iron figure. Maybe it was in response to the reality of the hard floor she found herself against, who knows in the strange world of those simple thoughts you have when you are tired.
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Lady Lai