(@sendinganew ) “what a sad sight you are,” anew hovered near the ninetails head, just barley brushing her antlers with her tail before floating out of range, “you bemone not being understood, crying about some such terrible sin of yours thousands of years in the past, and yet refuse to talk about such a fateful event. You do not wish to be understood yet you reach out for voices only to scold them for talking. You are breaking are you not? A mind becoming unraveled with self hate but a yearning for acceptance.”
"You know nothing," Ninetales says, tails lashing in anger. "Do not speak to me as if you understand. You know nothing of what I have done, of what I've been through."
"If you all will not stop hounding me at my retreat, then I will be leaving for now," Ninetales says. "Farewell, for the time being."
And in a flash of golden light, Ninetales was gone.
The phone that Ninetales had dropped into the snow, forgotten.
A quadruped's footsteps can be heard nearby, but they seemed less elegant than Ninetales' pawsteps.
