[SWP] caught like a rabbit

[Pavetta]

p a v e t t a - - - Her sides heave--sweat lathered across her skin and dripping from her flanks. Alive. She cannot breathe enough air into her lungs. She trembles on her hooves, gasping for more air, more air, more air. Everything hurts from the leap from the ridge but she is alive. The stag is gone. Was she hallucinating? Perhaps from dehydration and exhaustion. She blinks the sweat and tears from her eyes, desperately trying to gather her bearings. Lost. She must keep moving, must survive. She can still hear the roar of the fire in the distance, the groan of trees and the sound of rocks exploding from the intense heat. For now she is safe, though. Or so she thinks. A squirrel is in her path. She stares at him, shocked there is another living creature in the vicinity. She thinks to ask him where to go, but then of course, she is delirious and is in no state to realize asking squirrels for directions is ridiculous. The squirrel burst into flames, literally. Pavetta recoiled in shock, disgust, and disbelief at the sudden realization that this wasn't a naturally occuring fire from a lightning strike. This is the gods doing...a fucking game... How could she have expected anything to be different than the Rift? She feels more at home than ever before knowing that the odds are against her, just as life in the Rift. She is an excellent player and if they want a game, she is going to play. If she can't win, then she will damn well at least score some points. She runs. The forest is ablaze around her once more from the squirrel's suicidal dash. She wonders idly if the stag made it out or if it too was now condemned to death once more. The forest is a blur as she leaps downfall and ducks under limbs. A rock wall was ahead--a dead end. Or was it? She could see an opening...a gaping hole in the face of the cliff. The ash is on her tongue, the heat on her skin. Pain. The smell of her own seared hair fills her nose. I am burning she realizes in horror. Just when she feels the heat about to overtake her once more, she throws herself through the cave entrance. The heat whooshes in behind her in a roaring inferno and it reaches greedily towards her but she slips through its fingers once more. She collapses at the back of the cave, shaking and trembling, lungs rasping in a desperate plea for clean air. Her breathing is shallow and wretched and the burns from the heat are blistered and raw. Still alive, she thinks as she passes out from smoke inhalation, a smirk on her lips.   a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse, creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---

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