Antlers of Twisted Ivory

Claws aggressively grasped at the Kunoichi’s form, enclosing itself around her arms, legs, and slender neck like some sort of extension by a frostbitten beast. The invasive cold spread through her unmoving body, casting unwanted shivers to course through the raven-haired Lass. Devouring any source of heat that attempted to aid the female in her state of encumbrance.

She longed to shake and rid herself of this cold, but no matter how badly she wanted to act, Meika failed to break from that frozen embrace. Perhaps the wicked beast will suffocate the Kunoichi, and end it once and for all. Plummeting her in a neverending void in which she would never wake from.

Though. . wouldn”t that be too simple?

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With a sudden gasp, Meika bolted up into a sitting position. Her eyes were wild as they darted too and from, taking in her surroundings in a state of devastation. “What the hell~” Her sentence drifted unfinished as the Lass discovered that she was in some sort of nightmarish place. The ground was darkened, as if it had been burned by a wicked fire. The trees around her were brutally charred, it was a surprise that they even still stood. But there was no glory in their forms. The whole forest was a place of ash, cursed by some sort of event that refused to allow the village to forget.

The gray dust beneath the woman clung to her. Her fingers looked as if they had been twiddling a hunk of charcoal in between them. The whole forest floor was a blanket of what remained after a fire.

At first, Meika displayed an expression of confusion, but then a dull throb that lanced itself through her head explained everything. Placing one hand against the side of her temple as the Kunoichi attempted to stabilize herself. Grumbling about the hangover that was beginning to take its course.

Meika knew she should have stuck with the Sake.

Though it was interesting that the Lass had succumbed to blacking out and finding her way to such an. . interesting place. It wasn't the most comfortable place to find herself in, and doubtfully the safest. It's no surprise that even her drunken, delusional self would also seek trouble over comfort. .

A bellow suddenly rang through the ghostly forest, causing the Kunoichi to tense up like a tight spring. She slowly, quietly, began to maneuver to her feet while watching ever so carefully for whatever it was that made the sound.