[ota, multiples welcome] Do not hunger do not need; they grow strong on human greed.
Kat has found her way to what looks like a back hall. She thinks it is, anyway. No one's come by in the last hour.
She's tucked herself into a corner, and is currently sitting with her forehead resting on her knees while she tries not to be sick. She's felt like this before, and she knows if she waits long enough, it'll pass. It's the waiting that's aggravating, sitting and drifting while all she can think about is the fact that her tongue feels like lead wrapped in sandpaper and the rest of her feels hollowed out. She's doing her best not to think about food or water and really hating that those fairy tales never mention what people stuck in fairy for more than a day are supposed to do if they can't eat anything offered by the fae.
She's starting to wonder if it might be worth it to go out into the woods and hunt herself something, but she's never done that before, and she's not even sure she could shift now if she wanted to. Kat growls.
"Drag your thoughts away from your troubles... by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it," she says. A count of ten to steel herself, and she hauls herself to her feet and drags down the hall to sniff out a part of the castle she hasn't seen yet. She's going to find the way out, one way or another, and she's going to do it soon.
She's tucked herself into a corner, and is currently sitting with her forehead resting on her knees while she tries not to be sick. She's felt like this before, and she knows if she waits long enough, it'll pass. It's the waiting that's aggravating, sitting and drifting while all she can think about is the fact that her tongue feels like lead wrapped in sandpaper and the rest of her feels hollowed out. She's doing her best not to think about food or water and really hating that those fairy tales never mention what people stuck in fairy for more than a day are supposed to do if they can't eat anything offered by the fae.
She's starting to wonder if it might be worth it to go out into the woods and hunt herself something, but she's never done that before, and she's not even sure she could shift now if she wanted to. Kat growls.
"Drag your thoughts away from your troubles... by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it," she says. A count of ten to steel herself, and she hauls herself to her feet and drags down the hall to sniff out a part of the castle she hasn't seen yet. She's going to find the way out, one way or another, and she's going to do it soon.