A Queen Among Tempests
he sympathises listlessly.
Seeing Norayr as lifeless and miserable as I makes me feel worse. He used to be an exuberant wolf who always made me laugh, now he’s just…empty. I feel like he’s holding onto life just for my sake, prolonging his suffering, and worst of all, there’s nothing I can do to help him. I can’t even help myself. We’re both just slowly withering away. His once luxurious, thick coat of soorj-coloured fur is now a matted mess, and I’m not looking any better. My latte toned skin has become dull and ashen, dark circles surround my dark brown eyes, making them look hollow and my dark black curls no longer frame my face or sit neatly on the back of my neck, but instead, are oily,
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