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She was a girl. Small, frail, delicate. She laid there, curled at the base of a tree, her eyes closed. Only, her sides did not rise with each breath and her fur did not ruffle as the breeze blew past. The rain that fell did not touch her—no, it fell through her.

Pale, she was almost transparent. Her body was little more than a silvery, opaque veil over the grass and ground behind her. When her eyes opened, they were black—two voids that lingered where gems of green or blue or pink should have lurked. The sensation of her staring at you—through you—is bone chilling. Alarming. Unearthly.

She coughs, and she weakly whispers "Mother," but the words seem to slither directly into your brain and not through your ears. "Father..." Another cough, and this time, wracking her entire body. And suddenly your eyes are drawn to the odd swelling of her joints, the mishapenness of her body. Black fluid seems to weep from the wounds..

And if you get too close, she disappears.



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10-08-2021, 02:54 PM
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The image of the girl starts to change.

Now, when she appears, there are others with her. Her empty eyes no longer stare into you and, instead, search the faces of two larger specters. The wolves—her parents—seem to shudder. When the pup tries to wriggle her way closer to them, they take a step back. One—her mother—is sobbing. Her hushed cries echo through your brain and rattle your soul, dredging up similar feelings of loss and woe. Pain. It burns along your throat and causes your stomach to twist.

There are other pups too, two small ghosts that are similar in size to the girl. However, their forms are a pale white and do not weep with the black ooze that plagues her. When one tries to move forward, the father holds them back.

The mother starts crying harder as the pup reaches out weakly... and as her husband shepherds her away. Then the scene evaporates, only to replay again in other parts of the forest.



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10-13-2021, 11:15 AM
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The scene shifts again and this time, the pup you saw with the weeping wounds and soulless eyes is almost unrecognizable. Only when you hear her voice, laughing and giggling, do you realize that she is the same... but happier. It is as if you are staring at a ghost of a ghost, for she is playing with her siblings. All traces of her mysterious illness are gone. Her brother and sister are free to touch her, to play and tumble through the grasses.

The breeze gets stronger and the tree limbs begin to shake and shiver. A chill runs down your spine as the temperature begins to drop. Both siblings glance up, ears perked as they look right through you. "Coming mom!" One calls and both run off, disappearing into mist.

Shaking her head, the girl scratches at her cheek. Then she rubs her side against the rough bark of one of the trees. "Itchy..." She scratches more earnestly and then a white speck leaps from her fur. "Ugh, fleas," comes her disgusted response.



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10-23-2021, 10:20 PM
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