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"Oh.... ohhhhhhhhh........"
Kamaria let out a prolonged moan, curling herself into a tiny silver and gray ball, as if reducing her size would help the throbbing pain in her head and limbs to go away. She tried to see but could not, and so she kept her eyes shut tight, as her pupils were extremely sensitive to any sort of light at the moment.
"Zakiya? Zakiya?" she called out softly, hoping that her friend and companion was somewhere nearby. She could smell her, just barely... But knowing the condition she was in, it could also all just be in her head.
She wished it was all just in her head.
She longed for it to all be one horrible dream, one endless nightmare, and that at any moment now, she would wake up, surrounded by her pridemates. Life would be fine. Food would be in abundance, no one would be sick, the water would be fresh and clear, the surroundings familiar... Yes, what she would give to be able to go back in time and never leave...
Off in the distance, she could swear that she could hear a voice speaking, and rather harshly at that, by the sound of the tone. She lifted her head, eyes still closed, listening and leaning forward, but caught nothing. "Must be the wind..." she mused, and set her head back down on the hard floor with a sigh, a single depressed tear trickling down her cheek and past the crescent moon.
Kamaria let out a prolonged moan, curling herself into a tiny silver and gray ball, as if reducing her size would help the throbbing pain in her head and limbs to go away. She tried to see but could not, and so she kept her eyes shut tight, as her pupils were extremely sensitive to any sort of light at the moment.
"Zakiya? Zakiya?" she called out softly, hoping that her friend and companion was somewhere nearby. She could smell her, just barely... But knowing the condition she was in, it could also all just be in her head.
She wished it was all just in her head.
She longed for it to all be one horrible dream, one endless nightmare, and that at any moment now, she would wake up, surrounded by her pridemates. Life would be fine. Food would be in abundance, no one would be sick, the water would be fresh and clear, the surroundings familiar... Yes, what she would give to be able to go back in time and never leave...
Off in the distance, she could swear that she could hear a voice speaking, and rather harshly at that, by the sound of the tone. She lifted her head, eyes still closed, listening and leaning forward, but caught nothing. "Must be the wind..." she mused, and set her head back down on the hard floor with a sigh, a single depressed tear trickling down her cheek and past the crescent moon.