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Post by ashestoashes on May 12, 2021 3:50:24 GMT -5
The night was still, not even a cool breeze was to be found. The stars and moon were covered by thick looming clouds leaving the world below in darkness. Pandora found herself walking through camp away from her nest as she tried to ease her ever thumping heart and shakey breath. Quietly she slipped out of camp towards an empty area perfect for solitude. Here she sat down finding her breath almost normal but the dreams still followed...still ached. The many blank faces of cats unknown still screeched and yowled in anger...in pain. Though they were unrecognizable as some dreams go she felt the helplessness and terror felt by someone watching a loved one so close being slaughtered. Their pericing yells of ache and torture followed her still but she tried in vein to shake it out. Pandora focused on her breathing and trying to clear things out of her mind but that's easier said than done. The she cat thought she was all by herself and had thought no one else noticed her slipping away but she had been wrong.
Elizabeth wouldn't say she took pleasure in the torment of others. She didn't, especially if she wasn't the one inflicting it. But she had a tendency to detect other's misery, and unknown machinations drew her to it like a bee towards honey. So she found herself in a clearing, the moon high above, casting light that divided her from the shadows her pelt melted into so easily. She wasn't aware she had company until her ears detected hushed mutterings and heavy breathing. She turned her head to see Pandora, hunched over and clearly in distress. While Elizabeth was typically a solitary cat, curiosity got the better of her, and she shouted, "What's the matter?"
