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Active Drabbles: Cass
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The Mereland
Kennel Mistress
Faint. Steam. Kiosk.
Sarah Willis
I AM THE JUSTICE, NOT YOU
Resist, Sheep, Eyes
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- #4
Faint
She leaned against the brick wall, her chest rising and falling. Not back in shape yet, a voice in her head nagged her. Pushing yourself too hard.
She closed her eyes, the world swimming around her. Every breath seemed insufficient, the world washed out in gray scale.
Down 30 pounds in muscle weight, Mrs. Havelock. This voice was an emotionless baritone. Take care of yourself. We'll move onto the exercise later.
Cass never had taken care of herself, she realized as the world slowly began to slide back into focus. She dug into one of her pockets, pulled out an energy bar, and slowly unwrapped it. First it had been her parents, then her younger siblings, and then Derek and her duties. But Cass had never taken care of herself.
What did that even look like?
She began to slowly trudge back home, still feeling faint.
She leaned against the brick wall, her chest rising and falling. Not back in shape yet, a voice in her head nagged her. Pushing yourself too hard.
She closed her eyes, the world swimming around her. Every breath seemed insufficient, the world washed out in gray scale.
Down 30 pounds in muscle weight, Mrs. Havelock. This voice was an emotionless baritone. Take care of yourself. We'll move onto the exercise later.
Cass never had taken care of herself, she realized as the world slowly began to slide back into focus. She dug into one of her pockets, pulled out an energy bar, and slowly unwrapped it. First it had been her parents, then her younger siblings, and then Derek and her duties. But Cass had never taken care of herself.
What did that even look like?
She began to slowly trudge back home, still feeling faint.
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- #5
Resist
"Come on, Knight-Captain." The Dawnbreaker's voice was soothing. "That's enough running."
Her heart hammering against her ribcage, Cass pressed herself against the narrow natural alleyway formed by rock and trunk. "Fuck you!" She shouted back.
Her face and hands were caked in blood and dirt from the last patrol. In the field, she had always been saved by luck - that last minute realization of a dangling chandelier, an Agartha portal and an unattuned attacker, a save from Derek.
It was becoming blatantly obvious that there would be no last minute save here.
A smart woman would surrender peacefully and hope that affected her treatment in captivity.
Instead, Cassandra took the rifle she had taken off the corpse and popped off a few shots. One more cultist down, and then she was scrambling down a slope, branches snagging and tearing her skin.
"You'll never take me alive, coppers!" She yelled at her pursuers, danced a quick jig as a show of defiance, and then started to run again.
Resistance wasn't always dignified.
"Come on, Knight-Captain." The Dawnbreaker's voice was soothing. "That's enough running."
Her heart hammering against her ribcage, Cass pressed herself against the narrow natural alleyway formed by rock and trunk. "Fuck you!" She shouted back.
Her face and hands were caked in blood and dirt from the last patrol. In the field, she had always been saved by luck - that last minute realization of a dangling chandelier, an Agartha portal and an unattuned attacker, a save from Derek.
It was becoming blatantly obvious that there would be no last minute save here.
A smart woman would surrender peacefully and hope that affected her treatment in captivity.
Instead, Cassandra took the rifle she had taken off the corpse and popped off a few shots. One more cultist down, and then she was scrambling down a slope, branches snagging and tearing her skin.
"You'll never take me alive, coppers!" She yelled at her pursuers, danced a quick jig as a show of defiance, and then started to run again.
Resistance wasn't always dignified.
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