[She gently noses it out of the way so she can curl up in that bare spot again. But this time, she wills thornless vines to snake up from the ground around her. They twine across her back, and weave around her limbs, and wrap themselves tightly around her horns. It's not long before she's bound so tightly to this spot that she can't move, even when she strains against the vines to test them.]
[Satisfied, wild roses begin to bloom in clusters all over her. They're simple, five-petaled affairs, some of which immediately fade and turn to blood-red hips that match her spines.]
[Finally, she opens her mouth and lets herself pour out of this body's mouth and eyes, leaving it looking for all the world like the wretched, dying thing it is.]
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Date: 2024-04-14 05:31 pm (UTC)[She gently noses it out of the way so she can curl up in that bare spot again. But this time, she wills thornless vines to snake up from the ground around her. They twine across her back, and weave around her limbs, and wrap themselves tightly around her horns. It's not long before she's bound so tightly to this spot that she can't move, even when she strains against the vines to test them.]
[Satisfied, wild roses begin to bloom in clusters all over her. They're simple, five-petaled affairs, some of which immediately fade and turn to blood-red hips that match her spines.]
[Finally, she opens her mouth and lets herself pour out of this body's mouth and eyes, leaving it looking for all the world like the wretched, dying thing it is.]