01-07-2024, 08:38 PM
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She dreamed of the bay that night, waves lapping the shore in a gentle rhythm that matched her breathing as she lay upon the sand. There was no one around but her and the sea. Not even the shriek of gulls disturbed her island of peace, for perhaps they could sense what was coming.
Slowly, the water began to rise and roil until it bubbled beneath her snout, the waves growing in strength until they tugged at her fur as the wind howled across the shore. A storm was coming.
Rising to her feet, she waded into the shallows, feeling the familiar pull of the ocean. The promise of new life she carried was not a promise anymore but a curse.
The herbs were bitter in her mouth, tears tracking down her feather-white face until they mixed with the salt below. And then the pain came in waves and did not subside, not until the sea foamed red and Seele drifted off into a dreamless sleep...
...and awoke to darkness.
Well, not quite. Once her eyes had adjusted, she could make out shapes illuminated by the soft glow of mushrooms. Shapes of trees and of rocks, of the subtle roundness of her belly.
"No no no," she muttered, propping herself up and running a paw down her ribcage."You should be gone!" A blood-curdling shriek interrupted the night's silence.
It was odd; she could not recall where she was, nor how she got here. But she could not forget what he had done. She could not forget the immense and overwhelming sense of wrongness - of hate - for herself and whatever grew within. It did not cross her mind in that moment that her body was deceiving her.
The tears streamed silently as she managed to coordinate herself enough to drink from a nearby creek, her reflection a dull rippled image. How could she call herself a doctor if she could not even fix herself?
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Slowly, the water began to rise and roil until it bubbled beneath her snout, the waves growing in strength until they tugged at her fur as the wind howled across the shore. A storm was coming.
Rising to her feet, she waded into the shallows, feeling the familiar pull of the ocean. The promise of new life she carried was not a promise anymore but a curse.
The herbs were bitter in her mouth, tears tracking down her feather-white face until they mixed with the salt below. And then the pain came in waves and did not subside, not until the sea foamed red and Seele drifted off into a dreamless sleep...
...and awoke to darkness.
Well, not quite. Once her eyes had adjusted, she could make out shapes illuminated by the soft glow of mushrooms. Shapes of trees and of rocks, of the subtle roundness of her belly.
"No no no," she muttered, propping herself up and running a paw down her ribcage."You should be gone!" A blood-curdling shriek interrupted the night's silence.
It was odd; she could not recall where she was, nor how she got here. But she could not forget what he had done. She could not forget the immense and overwhelming sense of wrongness - of hate - for herself and whatever grew within. It did not cross her mind in that moment that her body was deceiving her.
The tears streamed silently as she managed to coordinate herself enough to drink from a nearby creek, her reflection a dull rippled image. How could she call herself a doctor if she could not even fix herself?
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