[ a part of cora thinks about not stopping. but she thinks she recognises that voice — it's a little difficult for her to see anything but red — and finds herself skidding to a halt. she had finally built up the momentum within this armour and now she was coming to a stop? the armour was like a second, thick, unmoving skin; cora so desperately wanted to shed it like a snake. ]
[ she spins around. she almost loses her balance. but a wolf losing balance, even one with a headpiece the shape of a wolf's head, doesn't feel right. cora's always found herself grounded when she's in touch with her more animalistic side. ]
What? [ she doesn't mean to snap. but there's laura and peter and uncle peter who killed sister laura. and all cora can see is red the colour of blood. she doesn't need to see how this scene ends; she knows it by heart already. ]
[ she doesn't know why she stops. but a familiar voice within the walls of something so surreal ... one doesn't need to do the math. ]
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[ she spins around. she almost loses her balance. but a wolf losing balance, even one with a headpiece the shape of a wolf's head, doesn't feel right. cora's always found herself grounded when she's in touch with her more animalistic side. ]
What? [ she doesn't mean to snap. but there's laura and peter and uncle peter who killed sister laura. and all cora can see is red the colour of blood. she doesn't need to see how this scene ends; she knows it by heart already. ]
[ she doesn't know why she stops. but a familiar voice within the walls of something so surreal ... one doesn't need to do the math. ]