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Meep. A word here which means obey me or I'll bite you.
And that really has no affiliation with what I'm about to write. *shrugs* Oh well, Such is life.
All was dark. All was quiet. Ywiali was seemingly dead to the world. The cut on her head poured, and her arm was twisted out at an odd angle. She hadn't landed on her feet. All cats land on their feet; Why hadn't she?
She moaned and threw an arm over her face. The sun was coming in. Her eyes were tired of the light. She needed darkness, now.
Slowly, she placed her good hand palm flat upon the cold stone floor of her small cave. Her hurting mind throbbed more painfully, but she knew she had to do it. If she didn't, she would be dead before the day was out.
Slowly, she gathered what was left of her fading consiousness, concentrating it on that stone floor. She felt the earth, the Goddess's spirit, and welded it with her own. Slowly, seemingly of its own volition, the stone pushed itself up.
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