- Jul 15, 2023
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A pool of fur surrounded by moss gentle snoring would typically make for a night of peaceful slumber. Under normal circumstances, Lilacfur would. When she was uncertain of the whereabouts of lost kin, when half her face was not marred by shared blood, when love would not lead her so astray.
She is not so used to the rumblings of nightmares that now stir where harmless dreams once were. They had first begun in the medicine den, when she could hardly move and remain awake for longer than a few minutes before stumbling back into the plague of terror and decaying hope. They were no better once she had fully come to her senses, restful sleep a fleeting desire as she fell into this nightly dance of reliving the most agonizing moments before she succumbed or chasing after a phantom only to be met with bared claws once again.
Paws twitch and kick out as tension began to build in her muscles, shoulders twitching, flinching away from a pain only existing within a dream that felt all too real. Breathing became labors, struggling gasps against the onslaught of slash after slash until something has pulled her from her sleeping state- though not enough to loosen the grip of fear that's choked her into a flight response.
In a bleary daze she's on the move, bursting from her nest and stumbling forward with little regard to the paws and tails beneath her stomping. Her single eye is trained ahead of her, envisioning only tall, looming pines with the hot breath of her assailant on her tail.
"No—no—no—no—no—nononono—no!" Screeching behind her like a banshee, snaking after her to coil around her ribs and finish the job.
Her balance faltered, her muzzle met the damp earth and in quick reflex the molly rolled to slash her claws at her attacker.
"STOP HURTING ME!" Lilacfur snarled, and all too sudden did the scent of blood feel, taste too real.
Lilacfur blinked, again, the form of gurgling Ghostmask fading into a the shocked expression of-
Mirepurr!
Blood welled from scratches too shallow to be lethal, but the guilt that sank into her chest could surely kill.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to." The rosette cowered away from them, lowering herself as far as possible in her shame. "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to.
She is not so used to the rumblings of nightmares that now stir where harmless dreams once were. They had first begun in the medicine den, when she could hardly move and remain awake for longer than a few minutes before stumbling back into the plague of terror and decaying hope. They were no better once she had fully come to her senses, restful sleep a fleeting desire as she fell into this nightly dance of reliving the most agonizing moments before she succumbed or chasing after a phantom only to be met with bared claws once again.
Paws twitch and kick out as tension began to build in her muscles, shoulders twitching, flinching away from a pain only existing within a dream that felt all too real. Breathing became labors, struggling gasps against the onslaught of slash after slash until something has pulled her from her sleeping state- though not enough to loosen the grip of fear that's choked her into a flight response.
In a bleary daze she's on the move, bursting from her nest and stumbling forward with little regard to the paws and tails beneath her stomping. Her single eye is trained ahead of her, envisioning only tall, looming pines with the hot breath of her assailant on her tail.
"No—no—no—no—no—nononono—no!" Screeching behind her like a banshee, snaking after her to coil around her ribs and finish the job.
Her balance faltered, her muzzle met the damp earth and in quick reflex the molly rolled to slash her claws at her attacker.
"STOP HURTING ME!" Lilacfur snarled, and all too sudden did the scent of blood feel, taste too real.
Lilacfur blinked, again, the form of gurgling Ghostmask fading into a the shocked expression of-
Mirepurr!
Blood welled from scratches too shallow to be lethal, but the guilt that sank into her chest could surely kill.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to." The rosette cowered away from them, lowering herself as far as possible in her shame. "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to.
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lilacfur has attacked @MIREPURR in a state of sleepy delusion! no need to wait for them to post tho ^^
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LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 22 moons, mother to marblepaw and sycamorepaw
⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn left ear, missing her left eye and most fur from a multitude of claw-marked scars
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.