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[font=arial]HOSTESSCUPCAKES
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[font=arial][size=8][color=black]the king stands alone
[/fancypost][size=4pt][color=transparent]space[fancypost bgcolor=#cccccc; bordercolor=#cccccc; borderwidth=1px; width: 392px; height: auto; padding-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 7px;][justify][size=9pt][color=black]there's a point in your life where you think you've reached the end. you think to yourself, "oh, it can't get any worse than this." usually after that, it does get worse and you're stuck wallowing in whatever cesspool you find yourself in. this was the case with her. things were bad while she was still alive so she was thinking that very same phrase. only hours later, some higher power punkass bitch swooped in and kidnapped her ass. she could hardly remember what happened after that, probably for good reason. all she remembered feeling was cold, uncomfortable, and trapped. not very specific at all. that was pretty much the story of every person who had ever been abducted.
the worst part of all of it probably was the fact that she had no idea how she escaped. she didn't know if she broke free of his control over her soul somehow or if he had just let her go. the latter option was likely the worse one for her. if he had let her go, then he would have to have some form of control over her - an ability to reign her in. his whole premise for taking her had been that she was too dangerous of a sinner to walk the earth. that dangerous sinner didn't change after who knows how long in the slammer. prisons don't fucking work for anything other than making a zoo.
to digress, this all begins where it ended before. the former leader's soul was suddenly thrust into the body of a nearby black tiger cub, ironically the same body she'd had before - minus the terrifying red stripes, of course. the creature collapsed into the dirt under the weight of her spirit. she was 33 months old at the time of her death so she was surprised the child's body could even bear it. she was a massive, all-powerful, dark entity to the spiritual eye and a cub barely out of the womb to the rest of the world. the discrepancy was likely going to make things difficult for her. it didn't matter that much, actually. she was still the same person (hopefully) so she would make it clear to those who doubted her power. reasserting her dominance was just another part of her day, like bathing, eating, shitting, etc.
the tiger cub laid there in silence, unwilling to open her eyes just yet. the world around her was still spinning too quickly for her to orient herself. the slowly intensifying burning in her chest reminded her, above all the other noise, that she needed to breathe. with a gasp, she took a greedy gulp of air, nearly coughing it all back out immediately afterwards. the body she was in had no problem breathing but she was so poorly adjusted that it felt like a foreign nuisance. before she could get any further, the smells of the world around her overwhelmed her senses. trees, animals, rivers, herbs, grass, dirt, rain, all of the earthly scents that she had long forgotten. she couldn't help but just lay there, still as the dead, breathing in the world that she had lost for what felt like decades.
home.
[ headcanon is that about two years have passed (which is like eternity for cats lets be real) ]
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