#future times

Hard times happened...

It took all her willpower not to just flow into her wolf’s shape, and traverse the void in the way she was most comfortable. But this was bigger than anything her wolf had ever known; the immensity of it was overwhelming, and in her struggle to contain herself, to remember herself, she was brought to her knees.

“It’s too big,” she said, or tried to say, though her voice didn’t really register as sound and the words were whipped from her lips sooner than they were spoken, tumbling away into everything and nothing. Her heart was hammering, and with every beat she felt something spark inside her and then echo outside, as though a piece of her slipped through the cracks and fluttered away with every passing moment.

She could see it all, in the golden threads that wove through her and danced off into the distance, the spiralling passage of time and the ebb and flow of life, bonds of connection and familiarity and love and hate. And with so much to take in, she couldn’t focus, she spread herself too thin and skimmed across a dozen times and places at once until all felt like an avalanche, a storm front, the roaring swell of the ocean and she felt herself fall--

And jolt back into light and sound and scent, the sensation not unlike being hauled through the air by the scruff of her neck.

She gasped and sobbed and knew she was supposed to be trying to re-center herself, but she still felt as though pieces of herself were tearing themselves free and skidding off into nowhere on her endless, impossible search.

“I’m sorry I can’t, I can’t,” she gasped, eyes wide but unfocused, glittering sparks fluttering across her field of vision, tempting her to follow again, to fall again, to submit to the current of the Force. “It’s too much, I’m not… I’m not enough…”

She was terrified of losing herself in the flow and yet it was also the only thing she wanted to do. She knew she was sinking and she didn’t care that rough hands were shaking her shoulders in an attempt to snap her focus back, she didn’t care that she was being instructed to build shields and pull herself back in amongst them, she didn’t care until she felt a little wet nose push against her leg and for a second, just a fraction of an instant, she could imagine that she felt something more.

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