I don't believe the absolutes anymore

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A small gray doe, not even tall enough to stand at the elbow of most deer, crept through the underbrush. Her name was Rainflower, so her glowing Pictogram proclaimed. She was limping heavily, her rear right leg bleeding heavily from various fights and run-ins with predators. Patches of her once-silver pelt were bald, and a small chunk of flesh missing from her back. Her teal eyes were tired, but stubborn. "Just a little further, just a little further," she murmured to herself...And there it was, the Twin Gods hill. The doe's face wore a mask of relief as it came into view. She braced herself for the painful climb up the steep hill. Rainflower dropped to her knees once she reached the top, sending a silent prayer to the Gods to save her. She didn't want to die, not this early in life. The doe stood there, praying until her legs buckled under her, dropping her batter body onto the ground. Maybe she'd prayed enough that they had heard her. And if not...Well, it's best not to think about if not.

The doe flopped onto her side, making sure to mind the hole in her back. Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to ignore the pain all over her body. And...Next thing she knew, she could no longer feel it. Warmth and light surrounded her like a blanket, making her feel safe. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. When she opened her eyes, the light was gone, but the warmth was still there. But now the warmth felt...Constricting. She kicked against it, but it barely moved. She rolled off to the side, hoping that would make it move. But instead, she rolled off the edge of what she was laying on with a heavy thump as she struck the ground. Man her head her now. She rubbed the side her her head with her hands - Wait, hands?! Since when did she have hands!
Rainflower struggled free of what was binding her, and looked down at herself. Her human body looked to be about 16, a bit on the pudgy side, and shoulder-length red hair flopping into her face. She tried to look around the dark room, but everything was a dark, blurred rainbow of colors. The girl groped around the room blindly, hoping to find something, anything that would help her see. She found the bedside table and...Ah ha! Here were her glasses! She shoved them on her face quickly, which made everything a lot clearer. There were quite a few smudges on the because of the way she handled them, but she didn't care.
Rain looked around, now that she could see. There were a couple of shafts of sunlight peeking through the heavy curtains that covered the windows. Glitter seemed to have been thrown around the room at one point, as the sparkly flakes were nearly everywhere. The furniture in the room was sparse. A writing desk sat against the northern wall, covered in books and discarded paper. An old bed, the one that Rainflower had just fallen out of, was shoved into the south-eastern corner of the room. Plain white sheets lay around it. The bedside table was a couple of metal rods with a stiff board of wood put on top. There were two doors in the room. One was a short distance away from the bed, one next to the writing desk.
Rain stumbled over to the curtains to open them, still getting used to using the appendages. She fell against them, pulling one open as she fell. Her eyes squinted against the harsh, sudden light of noon as it flooded the room. Bigger flakes of glitter sent the sunlight bouncing around the room. Once the girl's eye adjusted to the sunlight, she decided to explore her new surroundings, starting with the door next to the bed. She poked her head around the door, finding a hallway. She stepped out on wobbly legs, letting them lead her where they would. That door across the hallway looks good...



Second try at this plot. Re-wrote it, maybe it's better this time ;n;
Lyric in the title is from Postcards from a young man. Which I got stuck in my head after listening to Vee's Livestream >8C
Feel free to roleplay with Rain if you have a human character. They could be the owner of the house, someone who's visiting, whatever strikes your fancy. Just as long as they're inside or around the house, so she doesn't accidentally kill herself by running into stuff xD
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Woo Marvelous!

Woo Marvelous!
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Thank you ♥

Thank you ♥
"The cruelest prison is one we make for ourselves out of fear and regret."
Rainflower's picture

Bump c:

Bump c:
"The cruelest prison is one we make for ourselves out of fear and regret."
Iaurdagnire's picture

Track so I can read it

Track so I can read it tomorrow (:
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Bump

Bump
"The cruelest prison is one we make for ourselves out of fear and regret."