Not long ago, Dela had been thinking how nice it was to lay in a place that was different, and although that was indeed true, she found herself thinking now that it was really actually nicer to be laying in her favorite spot at home. As the sun began to near it's highest point, Dela could feel herself growing sleepy, and with a big yawn, she rolled from her belly to her side and shut her eyes in the sun, letting the heat lull her to sleep and into dreamland.
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Lucid dreams of bearing pups ensued as the red-furred female slept, drilling the thoughts into her brain again, despite the fact that her recent journey had left her feeling clearer and happier again. It seemed there would be no escaping from these thoughts until Dela could have what she wanted. Though her dreams turned to gore and horror and images of blood and death flooded her brain. The hyena cried in her sleep, rolling in the sun yelping and kicking and crying. It was awful and somewhere in her mind, Awendela thought that she would never want to go through this, and she could not understand why for some reason this little voice in her head kept telling her that it would be the right thing to do to make her happy. She didn't even know why, the voice didn't have any courtesy, just demands. It was beginning to get to Dela, and she wondered if there was any way that she could stop this.
Having an unstable mind was something that scared Dela since she was a young pup, as that's why her father was never around. He had tried to kill her and her sister when they were first born, and had almost killed their mother in the same attempt, as she protected them and eventually help came and they prevailed over him. He had been sick in the head. He had heard voices, Dela remembered clearly his whispering in her ear that the voices said that if she died he could be happy. Was it her father's fault that she was now beginning to get voices in her head that were telling her she wasn't happy and that she needed things to be happy. Who were they to know what she needed to make her happy? The dream swirled away, like dust in a flood, into a mash-up of colors. Sandy yellow, mossy green, browns and grays and black, no bright and happy colors…
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The red-furred female awoke with a start, feeling sick, and before she could stand or even move, vomit spilled forth from her belly. Her golden eyes were wide with shock, and her stomach ached deep inside as the dreams came flooding back to her memory. It had all felt and seemed so real while she was still dreaming, and Dela frowned as she lay still, sweating and panting. She was upset and annoyed that she had only been able to escape these thoughts and the voice for a couple of days. Since she had returned home feeling so good and was now feeling as though she was falling back into this strange insanity that wanted to grasp her, Awendela didn't know if there was anything that would make her feel better.
Unless she listened to the voice and found some way to have pups. But now, after the dreams, Dela was terrified of the actual thing. She had watched herself go through pain and agony and she lost the pups every time…There would be hard luck convincing her to actually go through with it, but after hearing it for so long, the red-furred female really was beginning to wonder if it would make things better to just sate the voice…Maybe she didn't have to birth them, maybe she could steal one. Although she wasn't sure that would be any easier, but it seemed a better option. Maybe if she got one that was newly birthed, she could just pretend it was hers from the start, and the voice would never know the difference.
Then of course there was a reality to that idea. Awendela would have to first find a pregnant female, either stalk her for a long time or befriend her and find some way to be there when she had the pups, or steal one when this other nameless female wasn't paying attention. The more Dela thought about it, the more unrealistic it became, but the more her desire also grew to do such a thing. She caught herself wondering what she was thinking, and shook her head again. She would dismiss these thoughts for now, she had to. There must be something else she could do to keep her mind off it. Just as this thought crossed her mind, the red-furred female's stomach rumbled and it was decided that she would go for a little hunt, but it was probably best to stick close to home while she was sick like this now…she didn't want to risk harming anyone as the dreams grew increasingly sombre, depressing and violent.
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Completed! <3
