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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #c48d85; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 12px;"]I̕ ͠ f́ee̸l ̡s̵̶o ́fr͢áil ͡an͜d ̡em̷pt͠ý ̶t̶oo
Tired. The frail vixen never seemed to escape the exhaustion. The glitches. Insomnia. True rest evaded the petite vulpine. Despite Torren's best efforts to keep her company. Leaving her to her thoughts at night. Her frustration. Bitterness. Pain. Shoú̯ldn't h̢̆av͖͝e b͓͋othe̠͘reḏ̊ sṕ̮e͇͞aking͎͛. It never made a difference.
Three years. She never made a difference. Frightened. Desperate. Soft. The same.
Frightened the most of disppearing. Not into seclusion. Had always been painfully shy in nature. But in entirely. Her body fading away. Losing all sense of reality. All stability. And i̬̓ẗ̠́'̬̉s̜̑ nǒ̺t l͕͒ī̩k͚͌e͛͜ t̮͂hẻ̠y'ḓ̌ c̟͌arė͕. No. Some would. At least one. But mayb͔̓e͈̐ h̻̚e̳̾ sho͕͒ǔ̱l̗͠dn̞̎'͉͆t.
Kiira's ears fell flat against her skull. Dull mitch-matched hues watching as a paw faded away. Waited. Watched as the snow white returned to view. Vision blurry. Every step of progress. Every right. Disappeared like her paw, when one made a misstep. And the hatred and vengence kept them all blind to it. Everyday without a raid. Everyday without captures. Everyday without slaves. Everyday without senseless murders or bloodshed. Every. Single. Day.
She breathed in crisp air harshly. Broken vision locked on the statue in the center of town. Sanctuary. No. This wasn't a sanctuary. Too cruel. Too quick to malice. Shoú̯ldn't h̢̆av͖͝e b͓͋othe̠͘reḏ̊ sṕ̮e͇͞aking͎͛.
The fluffy tail behind her faded out. Invisible. Ears. Paws again. All four. Brief sense of panic. Of disorientation. Displacement. World going topsy-turvy. Next to the statue now. Then away. Head growing light. Started with the ears this time. Tail. Paws last. On top of the roof. Torren's roof. Home.
Scrambling for purchase for a moment. Off-balance. Then letting herself go limp. Too worn out to move any further. To attempt jumping down. Silently pleading for no more glitches. No more spastic teleporting. Taking deep and frantic breaths. Trying to calm down. Trying to solidify her paws which kept fading in and out of corporality. Nearly jumping out of her skin when a deafening caw peirced her ears.
Fiachra. The raven fluttered onto the roof, landing besides her, dark feathers shining in the light of the sunrise. Giving her a curious look. Cawing again. After all, arctic foxes didn't belong on roofs.
[ tl;dr Kiira's stuck on Torren's roof after a particularly bad batch of glitches -- she's still glitching in her paws, but otherwise corporeal; just panicky and exhausted. Her raven companion, Fiachra, is also up there, making a slight racket. ]
[/td][/tr][/table]Three years. She never made a difference. Frightened. Desperate. Soft. The same.
Frightened the most of disppearing. Not into seclusion. Had always been painfully shy in nature. But in entirely. Her body fading away. Losing all sense of reality. All stability. And i̬̓ẗ̠́'̬̉s̜̑ nǒ̺t l͕͒ī̩k͚͌e͛͜ t̮͂hẻ̠y'ḓ̌ c̟͌arė͕. No. Some would. At least one. But mayb͔̓e͈̐ h̻̚e̳̾ sho͕͒ǔ̱l̗͠dn̞̎'͉͆t.
Kiira's ears fell flat against her skull. Dull mitch-matched hues watching as a paw faded away. Waited. Watched as the snow white returned to view. Vision blurry. Every step of progress. Every right. Disappeared like her paw, when one made a misstep. And the hatred and vengence kept them all blind to it. Everyday without a raid. Everyday without captures. Everyday without slaves. Everyday without senseless murders or bloodshed. Every. Single. Day.
She breathed in crisp air harshly. Broken vision locked on the statue in the center of town. Sanctuary. No. This wasn't a sanctuary. Too cruel. Too quick to malice. Shoú̯ldn't h̢̆av͖͝e b͓͋othe̠͘reḏ̊ sṕ̮e͇͞aking͎͛.
The fluffy tail behind her faded out. Invisible. Ears. Paws again. All four. Brief sense of panic. Of disorientation. Displacement. World going topsy-turvy. Next to the statue now. Then away. Head growing light. Started with the ears this time. Tail. Paws last. On top of the roof. Torren's roof. Home.
Scrambling for purchase for a moment. Off-balance. Then letting herself go limp. Too worn out to move any further. To attempt jumping down. Silently pleading for no more glitches. No more spastic teleporting. Taking deep and frantic breaths. Trying to calm down. Trying to solidify her paws which kept fading in and out of corporality. Nearly jumping out of her skin when a deafening caw peirced her ears.
Fiachra. The raven fluttered onto the roof, landing besides her, dark feathers shining in the light of the sunrise. Giving her a curious look. Cawing again. After all, arctic foxes didn't belong on roofs.
[ tl;dr Kiira's stuck on Torren's roof after a particularly bad batch of glitches -- she's still glitching in her paws, but otherwise corporeal; just panicky and exhausted. Her raven companion, Fiachra, is also up there, making a slight racket. ]
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