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Nightmare Syndrome
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Nightmare SyndromeIzzy was a girl who was not like the others. The person, she couldn't even think the name because she knew the consequences, the guilt, the fear, the lies. The lies that had created her life. The life her parents were, her mother a heretic, her father a coward. Izzy herself was living a lie, the lie created by her coven. She longed to find freedom, to find s-
Izzy was snapped out of her thoughts by something moving in the trees above. It looked like a bird, sleek and dark winged. Her toes squishing in the mud, she surged forward into the tree, scaling it with practice, and stabbed the bird.
After a bit, all the edible prey in the forest was too water logged, and all she could bring back were a couple of birds. Izzy ended up with a few scratches from the branches, including a big one over her left eyes, and made a mental note to clean it up as she walked back to the camp.