another sorrow, another death {open]

[teh spooky duck. rar.]

V I ` RA

_{'its hard when reality hits, cause reality just doesn't miss'}

She was taken under, surrounded, hurt. Side pain was nearly enough to make her scream, not to mention the pounding hammer that jammed into her skull anytime her eyes opened or she moved. It was practicly immpossible, to be without pain, for Vira, pain had taken control of her life many years ago, and she had nothing to do with it. She couldn't even truley remember anything about what she had been. Had they taken her? Were they the reason for no memory? What had happened in the fight? Her thoughts went unrevealed, blocking her mind from even the snow leopard that walked gracefully at her side. The calm, beautiful Farid made Vira angry, though, for her beauty and composture, it made her jealous beyond reason. Anytime, she just smiled and nodded. Just smile and nod.

Nares quivered like paper as she moved, huffing, trying to run from the pain in false hopes. Who was she kidding? There was no way, even if she truley wanted, that she couldn't feel the constant pain on her side and skull. Inhaling again, though she never let go of the breath, for fear of not getting another one, she started walking again. Biting her lip and grinding her teeth, she placed her left foot, then her right, then left, and stiffly, not to mention at an agonizing pace, she walked. Her muscles hurt, begging her to stop, to just stay in one place, as she had for nearly the past 2 years. Being her stubborn self, she refused. She wouldn't let her body win, as it had the past 2. Her mind ticked.

Lungs took in breath, though barely. Realization hit her hard, blundering her side, kicking her. She didn't need to breath, though, did she? That right had been stripped of her two years ago, when her lover reared upon her and took her life. Optics betrayed no emotion, even though they seemed rugged and hurt. Sniffling, the femme looked towards the ground and noticed the setting.

Before her lay a vast prairie, decending like a sea, endless and curving. The waves of amber rippled around her, taking her down, her simple self, to the large army of vast gold foliage. The sun, no longer visiable at her point, was pushed behind layers and layers of clouds. A gasping, raspy breath trickled through her lips. The ground where she stood molded her feet. The place she had heard so much of, the only place the living and dead could meet. Prayers whistled in the air, still lingering, even though the unwilling mute saw no one. She could only hope a soul had prayed for her, though she doubted it.

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