Izayuki Hyoujin ♦ Black Rose ♦ B Rank
Time had already taken its toll, and continued to do so over and over again. A doubled style of aging, taking twice as long for time to work its cruelty on her body. Yet as she kept her human form from showing it, evidence was written all over her small, fluffy, raccoon dog body. Her fur was lumped and matted in ugly patches, her shedding was uneven, and specks of white could be seen around her muzzle, face, and throughout her fur. The white fur was distinct from the light silver even, easily visible now. As the tanuki padded along weakly, her tail drooped and her paws dragged, with barely any energy to assist with pulling her along. The push was hard, but after the daylight had passed, she finally made it to her destination- a small quiet forest. There she would find what she was looking for- a natural nest of roots to act as her deathbed.
Izayuki flopped into the tiny area with a small grunt. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, labored, as her sides struggled to expand with each inhale. She felt like panting, but was unable to muster the energy or mindset to do so. Use of her magic now was an impossible thought. Nothing could save her now. In the end, time, space, and nature worked together to cruelly win. It was an unfair victory, and a loss for her at that.
She never lost.
She always won.
Always.
But not now.
For the first time, she would truly lose.
To lose it all... to give in...
That day was like any other day in someone's life. There was life and death, and each day heralded both. No matter where one was, someone would die in the world, and someone would be born to take their place somewhere else. It was just the cycle of the world. Life and death was all around, so close. Its hungry fangs and stinging claws against one's skin, pressing, as its foul breath could be felt against the back of your neck. All creation spent every day like this, but nobody ever realizes how close it really is until those claws pierce one's skin through and those fangs sap one's life away. The breathing becomes a wet moisture as jaws close in all around, and from there, true darkness is found. There was a peace and beauty to it all; a sickly grace and an elegant movement towards order and rest. A step away from chaos through the most unalloyed of means. So much desperation and longing when the death took something from the world.... but now she understood.
She had always understood to a very small degree.
Now she would fully understand. There was no going back.
Location;; A faraway forest...
Muse;; 7/10 rushed
Word Count;; 460
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