11-29-2018, 09:13 AM
A breath of warmth cast across her nearly frozen corpse in the forests of Taiga. She was numb, but she could feel it. The magic of the mountain. Breathing into her a small fraction of life so she may live to tomorrow. What happens next is the only sign of her soul trying to fight for more than tomorrow. She hardly knows it happened, 'cept for the sudden shift of land beneath her. Turning from the hard coldness of the pine kingdom, to a soft bed of grasses in a lighted meadow. She feels as though it is a dream, one where you wake up and don't know where you are, or how you got there.
She awakes with a flutter of dark lashes. The burning along her skin is gone. Feeling in her limbs have returned, enough so that she tries movement. Her ivory dipped legs thrash about but still she is too weak to rise. A body -once youthful in appearance- is nothing more than skin and bone. Her bright pelt is still dull and patches of hairless skin are scattered about. Remnants of her sickness hold tightly to her, even if the fairy have weakened it slightly.
Laying flat to the grassy plain, her eye shifts to make out her location. It is a place she has never been, this she is sure. Which frightens her slightly. If she is not dead, than it is only a matter of time in which she may return to ash. A hostile region may not hesitate to kill a stranger plagued with disease, nor would an opportunistic creature not seek to fill its belly with what meat remained on her bones. It is enough to will her to rise her head in hopes of seeing if anything -or anyone- stalks nearby...
She awakes with a flutter of dark lashes. The burning along her skin is gone. Feeling in her limbs have returned, enough so that she tries movement. Her ivory dipped legs thrash about but still she is too weak to rise. A body -once youthful in appearance- is nothing more than skin and bone. Her bright pelt is still dull and patches of hairless skin are scattered about. Remnants of her sickness hold tightly to her, even if the fairy have weakened it slightly.
Laying flat to the grassy plain, her eye shifts to make out her location. It is a place she has never been, this she is sure. Which frightens her slightly. If she is not dead, than it is only a matter of time in which she may return to ash. A hostile region may not hesitate to kill a stranger plagued with disease, nor would an opportunistic creature not seek to fill its belly with what meat remained on her bones. It is enough to will her to rise her head in hopes of seeing if anything -or anyone- stalks nearby...
Kolera
Earth to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.
@[Noah] since she is still alive she might as well meet her sister
