Drawn to her loneliness and despair, the Mist begins to snake its tendrils through the cracks between the floor and wall and the closed door she leans against, chilling and unnerving, whispers carried on its curls.]
[She feels the icy cold and hears the inhuman whispering before she opens her eyes (she had shut them due to the immense pain).
All color drains from her skin, and her eyes widen in utmost fear, fighting the agony in her chest and trying to back into the wall as much as possible, away from it.]
[The Mist creeps along her floor, but on the other side of the door Lottie can hear something different, a sudden clarity in the whispers, as though she is hearing them not carried on the wind, but being spoken through the door.
The only real indication that a Strangeling is lurking just outside, mere inches away, is the dread that settles on her shoulders.]
[Her breath hitches, mind racing, unable to scream with the lump in throat. Desperately, she scrambles backwards into a sidetable, knocking over a vase; it crashes to the floor with a thunderous shatter. Lottie jumps a little, looking over her shoulder at the mess.
Something told her she'd be just like the vase if that Strangeling touched her.]
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But something does.
Drawn to her loneliness and despair, the Mist begins to snake its tendrils through the cracks between the floor and wall and the closed door she leans against, chilling and unnerving, whispers carried on its curls.]
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All color drains from her skin, and her eyes widen in utmost fear, fighting the agony in her chest and trying to back into the wall as much as possible, away from it.]
No, no, no, no, no...!
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The only real indication that a Strangeling is lurking just outside, mere inches away, is the dread that settles on her shoulders.]
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Something told her she'd be just like the vase if that Strangeling touched her.]
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