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  • [] cause your crying isn't enough

    The loss of her memories had left South confused. She spent her days in the infirmary struggling to dig up anything to remind herself of who she was and, while she could remember most of her childhood and some of her early adolescence, anything that happened a year before her incident was forgotten. The memories were all tucked away into the furthest recesses of her mind, along with certain details like faces and names. The longer she went without remembering, the more frustrated she grew.


    Today the canine was trying to occupy her buzzing thoughts by hunting, but her weakened sense of smell is making it difficult. Eventually she does find something, a small but still sizable doe, and she crouches down to silently stalk after it. When a large shadow moves over the ground, it gets spooked and skips off, which urges South to let out an irritated growl.


    She looks up to see someone flying across the sky, a scowl forming on her face. "Hey! Hell's your problem, asshole?!" she yells up to them, her bottled up emotions spilling out.


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