Thalassa
She can't remember the last time she spoke - or the last time she ate. She doesn't know how she got here or how long she's been walking through the dense forest. She only briefly recalls flashes of blood and wings through soul-crushing pain before something cracked in her like lightning, leaving her... different. The only thing she knows for certain are the words that echo through the hollow cavern in her chest: Pierce is gone. With each repetition, she drifts a little farther, lost in the woods as much as her own suffering.
It's hard to tell through the dark rain that falls constantly against her fur - fur that feels foreign and distant - but she subconsciously knows that the wildlife avoids her, knows that when they hear the sizzling of banked flames and see the haunted look in her blue eyes they run, because something is wrong with her. There's something missing and broken, and the most dangerous of creatures are those with nothing to lose.
It's hard to tell through the dark rain that falls constantly against her fur - fur that feels foreign and distant - but she subconsciously knows that the wildlife avoids her, knows that when they hear the sizzling of banked flames and see the haunted look in her blue eyes they run, because something is wrong with her. There's something missing and broken, and the most dangerous of creatures are those with nothing to lose.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wearing a warning sign
