―――――――――― [ tw ] mentions of death and drowning ―――――――――― ImmortellePaw smiled coldly. It was almost funny. Almost. Almost. Almost. The waves crashed against the shore, roaring like lions against the howling wind. A shiver ran down faer spine, an adrenaline-filled action. Gazing down at the cold, churning water below, a pit formed in ImmortellePaw's stomach. This was how CrabFloods had died. She had drowned. She had died because she couldn't swim against the current. With a small smile tickling the edges of her lips, ImmortellePaw turned away from the water. Pacing the edge of the cliff, the wind roared into her ear. Louder. Louder. Louder. Flicking her ears, she felt as if she was going to fall in. The fear pricked faer spine. It was weak. She was weak. Fae was weak. Sinking her claws into the rock, she snarled. Weak. Weak. What made everyone else so *weak?* There was NadirPaw, who needed help. And Immortelle had helped. She had been sympathetic. There was FawnKit, who's death Mori had mourned. Sympathy. Sympathy. It seemed to follow fae around like a shadow. Sympathy. That was what made her weak. But she wasn't weak. She wouldn't be weak. She couldn't be. She. Was. Not. Weak. Lips curling into a cold smile, she whispered into the raging wind, "After all, sympathy is for the weak." ―――――――――― [ erp ] ―――――――――― ImmortellePaw now doesn't feel sympathetic to those she isn't close with. She is somewhat sympathetic at best. ――――――――――
