Cold…
Why was everything so ineffably and utterly cold?
The world outside… was cold… and dead… and gray… and…Kobato could not tell whether she was up or down, awake or asleep… cold or hot. Alive or dead. Her toffee brown optics rolled in a faint effort to see. Blurry, opaque shapes were visible… nothing besides the white light from the front of the hollow Serris had put her into. The piece of meat from a small kill still lay untouched beside her mug, having no chance to rot in the chilly season’s atmosphere. Even now, as her stomach clenched in either pain or hunger (she could not decipher the difference), it made her throat raw to look at it. A vile taste crept its way up her tongue, and she closed her dry, open mouth, blocking the vomit from its passageway into the world. She struggled to swallow it back down, but she didn’t want to see it… or rather, she couldn’t bear seeing it. It would just upset both her and Serry-berry even more. Serry… Again, toffee soul catchers opened to the blurry world, heat exploding nearly instantly into her thought process. No fever, but the chills swept through her like blood cells do a body. Her stomach churned again, an acidic feeling swirling up into her chest. S—ris… she rasped, her dry throat, having only been wetted by regurgitated pieces of food that had not settled in her stomach for days, called out for the only name she could recall. A gust of wind rattled her ribs, and the clanking of teeth could probably be heard from miles around. The desert rose-color that had once been so prominent on her bodice had dulled… most likely from lack of grooming, as well as her overall health.
Another wave of chills began to torment her torso, sending her energy-sapped body into a sloth-like fit that consisted of her pulling her legs in closer to her. She did not dare move her dial though. The uncomfortable ground beneath her was warmer at this moment in time than any other piece of rock would be… and that was all that really mattered. It wasn’t as if Kobato was alone. No, heavens no. She was never alone. But she hardly remembered any of the visits she received, and she even began to think that, perhaps, she was the only one of her kind left in the world. Her brain denied this, though. For even if the physical body cannot remember, the mental one can. Surely there was someone there… Surely she was not alone… Surely… A soft sigh escaped her maw, reflecting her feverish bodice and the way she felt....
✰✰✰Kobato ✰✰✰
Female | Young Teen | Orphan | Munashii Gekko | Loveless | kiki
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