[P]  Fleeting Memories

Newt

6 y/o xlarge Female

Whispers called to her in the depths of the falling waters. Their voices echoed in the depths of her labyrinth mind. Brilliant violet eyes searched for their sources as the world around her shifted. Soft caressing illusion safety did pool around her limbs. The air around her began to form into a soft fog as it rolled around her. Their tendrils embraced her eggplant coat with a false attempt at security. Everything was always uncertain when the reality and illusions blended into one. 
 
Enormous paws pressed against the soft earth. She flexed her toes deeper into the soft spring mud. When she withdrew it the waters around it consumed what was left of her imprint. “Fitting.” She said, her voice sounded husky and unused. How long had it been since she had spoken into reality? Was her mind simply portraying the existence of what she wished for? She could never truly tell the difference. Perhaps that was why her mind always teetered on here and there.
 
She huffed at the fog that rolled around her. It always found its way to haunt her. When in reality she was merely haunting herself. It took far too much time to dive into the past trauma that plagued her in order to remember the sanity that she was born from. Instead the voices in the fog did taunt her mind into madness. There were ways to bring her back to the surface but she had lost those ways. However, the blood of her blood always knew how to call her back. It was unfortunate she had lost them all in her madness.
 
“Light the candle, remember the song, to find your way through the forgotten thorns.” She murmured, in and an attempt to remind her that the road she traveled wasn’t always upside down. Sometimes the truth of reality came crashing down on her in the guise of teeth and fury. Sometimes it came in smiles and manipulation. All the while someone always wished something from her heavy physique. Why have a monster that was unusable? Surly someone remembered what it was like to hold combat with a behemoth like her? All those broken promises and false queens and kings. They had never imagined that she would one day wear a twisted crown of bones and blood. She was the queen slater after all, or had they all forgotten her?

"Newt Speaks,"

 
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