she thinks. she feels a small glimmer of unfamiliar magic in her paws, humming in curisoity.

she wonders what would happen then, if she just.. let it flow? stick a paw into the dirt and see what happens??

she shrugs. might as well.

she plants a paw firmly into the ground, letting this new magic come to her.

nothing happens, but she does feel tired again.

she huffs. cmon. one more??

She tries again. if she can get through a spell one more time, she'd be happy and go home.

she wouldn't be opposed to passing out in this beautiful tunnel, but she also likes falling asleep in moss. she thinks she prefers the moss though.

she GROANS, stomping her feet in anger. CMON.

"WHATS THE BIG DEAL!!!" she shrieked, her tail pounding on the ground.

one more time.

gore

with a final roar of defiance, she slams her paw into the ground.

ONCE AGAIN, she doesn't expect the output this'll result in!!

she feels more magic than she intended slam into the floor, and she feels her mind fall away to this new power.

what...?

in a flash, her mind falls away, and her vision swarms with sparks of memory, like she's recalling a memory that's not hers.

the scent of blood is the first thing she notices. then, the sight of flesh being torn, of bones breaking, and the sound is sickening. it doesn't help the angle at which she sees it seems to be from the floor itself, a horrible view from below of a horrific homicide. it sends a nauseous rush of adrenaline through her body, and she can only faintly feel her claws digging into the floor, her body no longer quite attached to her mind.

A scream, a whimper, and the splash of warm blood are the last thing she registers before it falls away from her

She lets out of a panicked yelp of her own, the sight of tunnel and and the scent of sweet flowers rushing back to her for a brief moment before she feels herself fall onto the dirt, dry and cold instead of warm and wet.

her eyes flutter shut.

*exit