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Originally Posted by king kaleb!
daydream hummed. they ignored marshfurs aggression. she was thinking now. she was processing, she was taking their words in and thats all they wanted. so they wouldnt jab or poke at her anymore, they didnt want to overwhelm her and make her run away. ebcause she could if she wanted to. she could get so made at daydream and walk away, and daydream wouldnt stop her. they had asked nicely if she wanted to join them, and she accepted. she could leave, but she didnt. why? why did she stay? there was some reason and thats all that daydream wanted. so they kept walking peacefully, bobbing their head to whatever hum they were reciting. they seemed unphased towards her reactions, not even acknowledging it once so ever, which could irritate some. they were on their way to a place they knew they could get honey from. it was easier when in the winter bees either migrated or fell into a deep sleep, and the assistance was appreciated. as much as they liked to think of this walk to be a trail of symbolism, they did need something done in the end. |
marshfur hadn't noticed it earlier, but as the monster crept back up into her shoulder, she felt a chill wash over her. she had been so warm, with anger or gratefulness, she couldn't tell. the cold wasn't passing, it swallowed her whole and stretched down to her paws. she began to feel numb. an aura of calm followed her, but it wasn't a good kind of calm. it was how the air felt so still before a storm that brought down trees rained down. marshfur was suddenly caged in again, walls invisible yet so thick she could only hear her own heartbeat. there was no swaying of the trees, no crunch of the frozen grass, not even the sound of daydream walking in front of her. there was nothing here. there were no trees, there were no other cats, there was no environment here. it was barren, dry, and deserted. here, in her mind, in this cage. there was nothing, no one. in here, it was her and the shadow. in here, it was everyone she had lost. hazelpaw. russetfur. her mother and her father. all mixed together and congealed into this monster that looked down at her and chained her up. that closed her off, that held her back from being her again. deep down, she could feel it. her old self. it writhed and it screamed and it cried to be free again. but it was so repressed and drowned out by marshfur's failures that she couldn't hear anything but a faint buzz that might be its voice. she had tunnel vision, robotic once again, and all she could see were daydream's backpaws as she continued to follow them deeper into the territory. she wasn't empty, but what filled her throat and kept a tight rope around her neck wasn't what she wanted to be filled with. she wanted to be empty again. could daydream help with that?