FIRE ... It was all Seraphimsurmise saw when fae closed her eyes. It overtook her in blazes, ripping at her mind with its terrible, terrible claws. Tears dripped down her golden cheeks, fueling the blaze with their salt. Violet smoke clogged faer lungs. Wrapping their fiery claws around her throat. Burns wrapped their way around her golden paws. Smoke wrapped around fae, wrapping around and choking her in an awful, painful blanket. Xiola, Zanycavern, all the silent eyes on Ser's yellow fur. Every glance at faer extra paws. Every unspoken thought that passed through others' minds. "Ew, what are those?" "Why's she so short?" "Can't she be normal?" All the constant whispers that seemed to trail fae like an annoying purple tail. They would never leave her alone. Never Never Ne- unless she changed it. This was the only way. There was no other way fae would be able to shake the tendrils of fire that wrapped their way around her. If Seraphimsurmise wanted a problem solved, fae should fix it herself. No more Orchid eyes or purple flames trailing fae. The Shadowclan warrior stood silently. Her golden eyes landing on a bunch of violets. Fae ripped her claws through their delicate stems. Ser draped them unceremoniously over her extra legs; no one would see them now. Then, with her face plain and unbothered, Seraphimsurmise began the trek back to Shadowclan's camp.
Xiola belongs to Leo ( @VoyageEater ) and Zanycavern belongs to Tony ( @buggmuncher )
