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MintyMood
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Guidelines
- This will be over PMs
- No NSFW links to videos/images/etc.
- Short/long term is dependent on the plot
- Plot/Smut ratio is dependent on the plot (not looking for anything over 50/50 though, for smut)
- Sharing our gender isn't necessary and it's irrelevant to the rp.
- Please make sure you have an understanding Rp =/= IRL.
- Either animanga faceclaims or no faceclaims. No IRL.
- 3rd person PoV only
- Please include an rp sample when you reach out, mine is at the bottom.
- At least a couple of paragraphs to work with. Multi-para/~400+ words, proper spelling, attention to detail and the desire for our characters to develop
- Response times roughly 1-2x a week. But if you're into and and more, cool. If not and you're busy, nbd. I've waited months for replies for rps, idrc. Just be patient with me.
- oocly in conversation I can be the laziest typer sometimes (bc I am lazy), I'm sorry. Won't ever be an issue in writing, though. Promise.
- Send me a PM if interested. If I don't respond I either got caught up or not interested, no hard feelings. Personally, I'm ghost friendly so even if something starts and you dip, it's all good. Feel free to reach out later if you want.
Hello, hi, I'm Mint or Minty. I'm looking for a very specific type of incest pairing: Older brother x younger sister. I'll be playing the younger sister (18+ obviously). I have some scenarios in mind, some more specific and heavily plot focused and others more lax. There's wiggle room for adjustments/changes, but ultimately what I've written has the loose vibe of: overprotective older brother who, for one reason or another, escapes a bad situation (abusive parents, orphans, etc.) and takes his sister with him. He basically plays the role of older brother and her guardian since then and ideally has a very soft spot for her. I am looking for soft and wholesome (or as wholesome as incest can get) overall as a vibe. That's not to say I'm against darker aspects, trauma, abuse, mental breakdowns. I'm an angst whore first and foremost, so if you want angst I will deliver, happily.
I want to explore the characters, their trauma, their lives. How they work together and interact, how things escalated. I don't want mindless smut or stereotypical dom/sub, mindless bimbo/etc. I want them to have lives that influence(d) them and it shows. They have lives outside each other.
- Older brother is ~6 years older, and the two grew up in a very abusive household where the brother took most of it to protect his sister. Eventually learns some well-paying WFH trade and got enough money to move out and took his younger sister with him. Present day would be them living together and I'm fond of them having some sort of co-dependency on each other. (My only snag with this is my SoL writing skills are rather subpar, it's something I'm still working to improve on, so we might need to spruce it up with some more exciting elements or I'd be very appreciate to have a back-and-forth to bounce ideas and give me inspiration.)
- For this I'd like to brain storm some mini-plot, as stated SoL isn't my forte. I also really want to explore their trauma, and how it influences their behavior toward one another.
- Maybe something with magic or magical realism. They live in a society that magic is hidden and the magic side does its best to keep it that way.
- More general ideas TBA, feel free to suggest
This can also be read on google docs, if it's easier there. (I also have the OG version I wrote of this which was non-incest, but it'd be a non-sexual request). If you have a super specific, plot-heavy idea, I'm open to hearing it, too.
Wordbank/Themes: Incest, soulmates, cyberpunk, post-apocalyptic, sci-fi, utopia/dystopia, mutations
CW: Human experimentation, abuse, mentions of suicide, drugs
I'm open to suggestions/changes to things, too. Like the soulmate bit can be something else or not at all, etc.
In a far future where the world was ravaged by nuclear war and mutated over time, large cities dot the landscape. A small speck in comparison to what civilization used to be, but these sprawling metropolises are nothing to scoff at, either. Occupied by humans without mutations and technology that protects them from the outside world and its elements. They are people living under the assumption that this city, Altaria, is the perfect utopia.
Within Altaria there is one large corporation that exists to rule them all; Globaviations. They have branches that span into almost every division from clothing to pharmaceuticals; it has its hand in everything and operates under many different names. That way it's easy to dismantle and discard should the populace dislike what one 'company' has done. Then they rebuild it, different enough with a new name to appease the ignorant populace while still being controlled by the same company.
Almost all within Altaria are under the impression that other cities like theirs exist, and that these are peaceful times. That the effects of the nuclear war were fading and mutations within humans were exceedingly rare. Within these walls, people would continue to flourish while the world would continue to recover. But the reality is mutations are far more common than not and most live in cities or towns scraped together from broken buildings from before the war with even older technology. The world at large is a barren wasteland and what thrived was mutated with radiation.
For years Altaria's leaders have been taking in those with mutations from the scattered cities outside their walls, all under the guise of promising them a better life if they fight in their military. Some are promised cures to their mutations while others are promised lives for their families within Altaria's walls. Once they sign up and agree, they are instead often used for experiments—gene splicing to make 'super soldiers' they call splicers. Mutated people with mutated DNA helping them survive the world that those without such modifications, can't.
They're strapped with technology to keep them under control and sent to other places to 'rehabilitate' them into Altaria, but the reality is more of a cleansing. Where they force them to kill other people with mutations to help bring back a world without it. These soldiers are routinely killed or replaced and those who manage to escape are killed on sight. So most—resentful of Altaria but unable to combat the firepower and technology despite their mutations (that borderline almost magical)—leave and never return.
Almost all of Altaria outside those directly involved with the project (dubbed: Operation Cleanse) are ignorant to what their beautiful, utopian city is actually doing. Many are subdued with medication as people are 'diagnosed' at an early age during their ten year checkup—a hallmark checkup at ten years old where they learn several things about themselves with the advanced technology.
First, they learn who their soulmate is or as they call it, their bound. Someone who is connected to them and that they share an empathic link with. The connection between two that are bound is strong, and often described as feeling like they've known each other for their entire lives, even if they just met. Some claim that they are even able to share the same dreams and interact with one another while asleep.
But those who are unfortunate enough to be bound to a splicer have it covered up by Globaviations' medical division where they tell them that they have depression or some other psychological issues. Then they give them medication under the pretext of something akin to antipsychotic/antidepressant to suppress the connection as much as possible. However, the drug affects the brain, making the person's thoughts feel foggy, unclear and some have even snapped as they got older and grew a tolerance to the drug. The higher the dose, the more adverse effects on their psych. Those who snap are said to be taken to a facility for long-term treatment, some are never heard from again and others are said to have, unfortunately, committed suicide.
Ayden Bishop is the daughter of the CEO of Globaviations, unaware of what the company is really doing and at her ten year checkup was told she would suffer from depression and was given medication to 'prevent' and treat the symptoms that would eventually plague her. Unbeknownst to her, she is bound to a splicer and more importantly that splicer is her older brother.
Some more about the family (optional/potential): The father, Rowan, was a strict and abusive man, he abused his wife and his son, (YC), expecting perfection out of them. Abuse that was only escalated after Ayden was born when (YC) was six years old. Ayden grew up mostly being taken care of by (YC) because their mother's depression became so bad she beat (YC) and nearly put him in a hospital. As a result, she was sent to the medical facility for long-term treatment.
Ayden and (YC) grew exceptionally close, almost dependent on one another because nobody else could know of the abuse. And in a world outside of their home that was considered a utopia, nobody else would ever be able to understand. Only they could understand one another.
When Ayden is ten, she went to her check-up only to find out that (YC) is her bound. For Rowan, anyone finding out that his family was less than perfect was a disgrace and unacceptable. The abuse worsened as he blamed the two until at some point, he considered getting rid of Ayden as he blamed her. Had she not been born, none of this would've happened. (YC) tries to take her and flee Altaria but is caught and Rowan decided to experiment on (YC) as punishment, turning them into a splicer before he tossed them out of Altaria, fully expecting it to be a death sentence, not knowing that they survived.
Shortly after this, Rowan had Ayden's memory forcefully wiped, forgetting everything up until that moment. She was forced to relearn how to walk, talk, eat; absolutely everything. Rowan went through great lengths to make everyone forget (YC)'s existence, wiping them from records.
A year later Rowan found out that (YC) managed to survive as Ayden's doctor revealed how Ayden confessed to having strange memories of someone, and found scars that Ayden didn't remember ever getting. Because of this, Ayden was 'diagnosed' with severe depression and given medication to treat it.
However, because of (YC) becoming a splicer in an experiment where they tried to see if they could remove the bound through mutation, it only amplified it. Which meant smaller doses didn't work on Ayden, as their connection was revealed to be too strong. In the end, she was given multiple types of medication, some doses so high they could be considered almost toxic. Due to the high dosages, Ayden suffers from severe migraines, among other things.
Wordbank/Themes: Incest, soulmates, cyberpunk, post-apocalyptic, sci-fi, utopia/dystopia, mutations
CW: Human experimentation, abuse, mentions of suicide, drugs
I'm open to suggestions/changes to things, too. Like the soulmate bit can be something else or not at all, etc.
In a far future where the world was ravaged by nuclear war and mutated over time, large cities dot the landscape. A small speck in comparison to what civilization used to be, but these sprawling metropolises are nothing to scoff at, either. Occupied by humans without mutations and technology that protects them from the outside world and its elements. They are people living under the assumption that this city, Altaria, is the perfect utopia.
Within Altaria there is one large corporation that exists to rule them all; Globaviations. They have branches that span into almost every division from clothing to pharmaceuticals; it has its hand in everything and operates under many different names. That way it's easy to dismantle and discard should the populace dislike what one 'company' has done. Then they rebuild it, different enough with a new name to appease the ignorant populace while still being controlled by the same company.
Almost all within Altaria are under the impression that other cities like theirs exist, and that these are peaceful times. That the effects of the nuclear war were fading and mutations within humans were exceedingly rare. Within these walls, people would continue to flourish while the world would continue to recover. But the reality is mutations are far more common than not and most live in cities or towns scraped together from broken buildings from before the war with even older technology. The world at large is a barren wasteland and what thrived was mutated with radiation.
For years Altaria's leaders have been taking in those with mutations from the scattered cities outside their walls, all under the guise of promising them a better life if they fight in their military. Some are promised cures to their mutations while others are promised lives for their families within Altaria's walls. Once they sign up and agree, they are instead often used for experiments—gene splicing to make 'super soldiers' they call splicers. Mutated people with mutated DNA helping them survive the world that those without such modifications, can't.
They're strapped with technology to keep them under control and sent to other places to 'rehabilitate' them into Altaria, but the reality is more of a cleansing. Where they force them to kill other people with mutations to help bring back a world without it. These soldiers are routinely killed or replaced and those who manage to escape are killed on sight. So most—resentful of Altaria but unable to combat the firepower and technology despite their mutations (that borderline almost magical)—leave and never return.
Almost all of Altaria outside those directly involved with the project (dubbed: Operation Cleanse) are ignorant to what their beautiful, utopian city is actually doing. Many are subdued with medication as people are 'diagnosed' at an early age during their ten year checkup—a hallmark checkup at ten years old where they learn several things about themselves with the advanced technology.
First, they learn who their soulmate is or as they call it, their bound. Someone who is connected to them and that they share an empathic link with. The connection between two that are bound is strong, and often described as feeling like they've known each other for their entire lives, even if they just met. Some claim that they are even able to share the same dreams and interact with one another while asleep.
But those who are unfortunate enough to be bound to a splicer have it covered up by Globaviations' medical division where they tell them that they have depression or some other psychological issues. Then they give them medication under the pretext of something akin to antipsychotic/antidepressant to suppress the connection as much as possible. However, the drug affects the brain, making the person's thoughts feel foggy, unclear and some have even snapped as they got older and grew a tolerance to the drug. The higher the dose, the more adverse effects on their psych. Those who snap are said to be taken to a facility for long-term treatment, some are never heard from again and others are said to have, unfortunately, committed suicide.
Ayden Bishop is the daughter of the CEO of Globaviations, unaware of what the company is really doing and at her ten year checkup was told she would suffer from depression and was given medication to 'prevent' and treat the symptoms that would eventually plague her. Unbeknownst to her, she is bound to a splicer and more importantly that splicer is her older brother.
Some more about the family (optional/potential): The father, Rowan, was a strict and abusive man, he abused his wife and his son, (YC), expecting perfection out of them. Abuse that was only escalated after Ayden was born when (YC) was six years old. Ayden grew up mostly being taken care of by (YC) because their mother's depression became so bad she beat (YC) and nearly put him in a hospital. As a result, she was sent to the medical facility for long-term treatment.
Ayden and (YC) grew exceptionally close, almost dependent on one another because nobody else could know of the abuse. And in a world outside of their home that was considered a utopia, nobody else would ever be able to understand. Only they could understand one another.
When Ayden is ten, she went to her check-up only to find out that (YC) is her bound. For Rowan, anyone finding out that his family was less than perfect was a disgrace and unacceptable. The abuse worsened as he blamed the two until at some point, he considered getting rid of Ayden as he blamed her. Had she not been born, none of this would've happened. (YC) tries to take her and flee Altaria but is caught and Rowan decided to experiment on (YC) as punishment, turning them into a splicer before he tossed them out of Altaria, fully expecting it to be a death sentence, not knowing that they survived.
Shortly after this, Rowan had Ayden's memory forcefully wiped, forgetting everything up until that moment. She was forced to relearn how to walk, talk, eat; absolutely everything. Rowan went through great lengths to make everyone forget (YC)'s existence, wiping them from records.
A year later Rowan found out that (YC) managed to survive as Ayden's doctor revealed how Ayden confessed to having strange memories of someone, and found scars that Ayden didn't remember ever getting. Because of this, Ayden was 'diagnosed' with severe depression and given medication to treat it.
However, because of (YC) becoming a splicer in an experiment where they tried to see if they could remove the bound through mutation, it only amplified it. Which meant smaller doses didn't work on Ayden, as their connection was revealed to be too strong. In the end, she was given multiple types of medication, some doses so high they could be considered almost toxic. Due to the high dosages, Ayden suffers from severe migraines, among other things.
If none of these, I'm also open to genres: Fantasy (High/Low/Dark/Magical realism), supernatural, all sci-fi/cyberpunk/solarpunk, post-apocalyptic (especially zombie apocalypse)
Hard NO List
- Pregnancy
- We can make up some reason lore they can't get pregnant or not mention pregnancy at all if it bothers you, but bottom line is I don't even want see in the RP the mention of pregnancy, of potentially getting pregnant, having kids, or anything.
- Degradation/Humiliation
- Non-con (Dub-con is fine)
Everything Else
- Otherwise, for this specific request, here is the F-List. (Obligatory 'we do not have to do all of these, just options' mention)
- RP sample below:
This can also be read on google docs, if it's easier to read there.
Original setting (cw: Religious themes)
Person after person, confession after confession. Faces melded together and their presence became one big eyesore and an itch beneath her skin. Some days, she remembered why she bothered to do this; become a Saint and carry down this path. Other days, like today, she wondered why she bothered.
Dozens of people gathered in front of her on bruised knees and hands clasped tightly in front of their faces. Begging for absolution—for the power to forgive their sins so that they could ease the guilt that weighs too heavy.
Most of it was trivial. Nonsense. Things she waved away though she was not the one they should truly be asking forgiveness from. But even as those words leave her lips she forgives them and that is better than the alternative in their eyes. The Saint forgave them and their transgressions today and even tomorrow, too.
The relief on their face is palpable and lips purse beneath a stoic mask as she watched another rise to their feet. Forgiven from the sin of lying to their family and the hollow promise that they would do better.
“As penance,” she started, watching the sinner freeze in their steps, and turn back to her. The Biblia Ornata is heavy in her hands, scriptures all memorized down to the last letter. Wrinkled corners of pages folded over, smoothed back and folded again. It felt heavy. The burden was heavy. The absolution they wanted didn’t exist. Forgiveness was never free. “You will confess to those you have slighted. The Gods will forgive you, then.”
Amos forgave them, but she doubted anybody else but the gods would.
From their position at the bottom of the stairs, they looked up at her, wide-eyed, flabbergasted and flushed. Hushed acquiescence before they left the cathedral, heavy doors slamming shut behind him.
Another person stepped forward, and the sun rose higher. Light spilled through stained glass and painted pictures over empty pews until there was only one person left in front of her. Hunched over, folded hands as they fervently prayed before they lifted their head to her. From atop it feels like a center stage where everyone dipped their head back to look at her.
Bent and bruised knees, hushed prayers and confession after confession. The cycle continues.
“Your Holiness I have… I have sinned. Greatly.” Their words trembled as much as they wrung their hands together. Begging for salvation.
“You may speak.”
The woman shuffled, pulled her hair over her shoulder and nervously combed through it before dropping her hands into her lap.
“I fear that my brother has… has gone down a dark path.”
Oh? Amos tilted her head back, eying through the slits of the mask. But she remained silent. In the distance a bell rang.
“Ever since he returned from the Academy he’s been different. I—I tried to take him to church but he started refusing and he talked about things. I admit, I’m not sure what he means but I feared for him. I tried to take him to church, tried to tell him that he was going to get in trouble but he got.. He got angry.” Nervously, the woman swallowed. “He calls the faith into question.”
The air cracked, vibrating with tension; hair stands on end.
“Heresy?” Amos clarified, voice muffled in static that made the woman flinch.
“I—I—“
“Where is your brother now?”
“I—uhm. He—He left.” Nervously, the woman tried to run her hands through her hair again but was shocked by the built up static.
One step, two, Amos descended the stairs until she stood beside the trembling woman. The Biblia Ornata remained in her hands as she folded them behind her back and looked at the clock. The bell rang again. She was late, and it wouldn’t surprise her if he came to her instead of waiting around.
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t know or won’t tell?”
The silence was telling. The doors to the cathedral opened and Amos tilted her head back as the very person she was supposed to meet made their way forward. The woman remained on the ground, staring at the floor beneath bruised knees as she clenched her hands together and prayed.
“Commander,” Amos greeted and then tilted her head to the side, a silent gesture to the woman in prayer. “What do we do with heresy?”
Original setting (cw: Religious themes)
Person after person, confession after confession. Faces melded together and their presence became one big eyesore and an itch beneath her skin. Some days, she remembered why she bothered to do this; become a Saint and carry down this path. Other days, like today, she wondered why she bothered.
Dozens of people gathered in front of her on bruised knees and hands clasped tightly in front of their faces. Begging for absolution—for the power to forgive their sins so that they could ease the guilt that weighs too heavy.
Most of it was trivial. Nonsense. Things she waved away though she was not the one they should truly be asking forgiveness from. But even as those words leave her lips she forgives them and that is better than the alternative in their eyes. The Saint forgave them and their transgressions today and even tomorrow, too.
The relief on their face is palpable and lips purse beneath a stoic mask as she watched another rise to their feet. Forgiven from the sin of lying to their family and the hollow promise that they would do better.
“As penance,” she started, watching the sinner freeze in their steps, and turn back to her. The Biblia Ornata is heavy in her hands, scriptures all memorized down to the last letter. Wrinkled corners of pages folded over, smoothed back and folded again. It felt heavy. The burden was heavy. The absolution they wanted didn’t exist. Forgiveness was never free. “You will confess to those you have slighted. The Gods will forgive you, then.”
Amos forgave them, but she doubted anybody else but the gods would.
From their position at the bottom of the stairs, they looked up at her, wide-eyed, flabbergasted and flushed. Hushed acquiescence before they left the cathedral, heavy doors slamming shut behind him.
Another person stepped forward, and the sun rose higher. Light spilled through stained glass and painted pictures over empty pews until there was only one person left in front of her. Hunched over, folded hands as they fervently prayed before they lifted their head to her. From atop it feels like a center stage where everyone dipped their head back to look at her.
Bent and bruised knees, hushed prayers and confession after confession. The cycle continues.
“Your Holiness I have… I have sinned. Greatly.” Their words trembled as much as they wrung their hands together. Begging for salvation.
“You may speak.”
The woman shuffled, pulled her hair over her shoulder and nervously combed through it before dropping her hands into her lap.
“I fear that my brother has… has gone down a dark path.”
Oh? Amos tilted her head back, eying through the slits of the mask. But she remained silent. In the distance a bell rang.
“Ever since he returned from the Academy he’s been different. I—I tried to take him to church but he started refusing and he talked about things. I admit, I’m not sure what he means but I feared for him. I tried to take him to church, tried to tell him that he was going to get in trouble but he got.. He got angry.” Nervously, the woman swallowed. “He calls the faith into question.”
The air cracked, vibrating with tension; hair stands on end.
“Heresy?” Amos clarified, voice muffled in static that made the woman flinch.
“I—I—“
“Where is your brother now?”
“I—uhm. He—He left.” Nervously, the woman tried to run her hands through her hair again but was shocked by the built up static.
One step, two, Amos descended the stairs until she stood beside the trembling woman. The Biblia Ornata remained in her hands as she folded them behind her back and looked at the clock. The bell rang again. She was late, and it wouldn’t surprise her if he came to her instead of waiting around.
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t know or won’t tell?”
The silence was telling. The doors to the cathedral opened and Amos tilted her head back as the very person she was supposed to meet made their way forward. The woman remained on the ground, staring at the floor beneath bruised knees as she clenched her hands together and prayed.
“Commander,” Amos greeted and then tilted her head to the side, a silent gesture to the woman in prayer. “What do we do with heresy?”
As her senses returned to her one by one, she noticed things that weren't there before. The stale air was gone, replaced by something cool that ghosted across her skin and caused branches to sway. Its acrid musk was now fresh, smelling akin to tree bark. But most of all, she felt the warmth on her skin like a lover's warm touch, chasing out the bone-deep chill she was used to.
Freedom. This was what freedom felt like; Warm, fresh, and when she opened her eyes—Augh, fuck. Bright. The pleasantness of the open air was soured by the blinding ball of light hanging in the sky above her. Years of instinct told her to keep quiet so she didn't attract attention despite the pain in her retinas. She pressed the palms of her hands over her eyes and rubbed them, as if that would help them adjust any faster.
Amariah swallowed down a groan, grimacing when it felt like sandpaper grating against the back of her throat. Her stomach twisted, gnawing on itself in hunger, prompting her to move. And with great reluctance, she rolled onto her stomach and pulled herself onto her knees, keeping her head bent and her hair in her face. Even with her hair acting as a curtain and her hand cupped above her eyes, it was still too bright.
What happened? She squinted at the ground, trying to recall how she even ended up here. The last thing she remembered was the darkness of the Labyrinth and then… nothing. She was here. But what happened before that? She knew she'd been in the Labyrinth but doing what? For how long? And how long had she been unconscious for her to be this hungry?
A shout from the distance sent a flock of birds scattering from their perch on a tree nearby, startling her from her thoughts. Amariah strained her eyes against the light when she lifted her head. Her legs felt weak and her heart hammered in her chest, threatening to make her dizzy if she moved too quickly.
Are they looking for me? Did she wind up here because of them? Had she been running from them? Her hands shook and she glanced around, squinting against the light as she tried to figure out which direction they were coming from. But all she could focus on was her heart and the wild thumping in her ears, coupled by the sting each time she fought down another dry swallow.
Despite her filthy appearance she hoped they were chasing someone else, but to her dismay they all came to a stop near her. She watched their feet through her curtain of hair, licking her chapped lips. The taste of blood and grime sat on her tongue, followed by the stinging sensation from the dried cut on her busted lip. She adjusted herself into a crouch and waited. Would they attack first? She didn't have any weapons, so she would have to run for it. Her breathing felt labored; how long could she run from them before the lethargy caught up to her?
Freedom. This was what freedom felt like; Warm, fresh, and when she opened her eyes—Augh, fuck. Bright. The pleasantness of the open air was soured by the blinding ball of light hanging in the sky above her. Years of instinct told her to keep quiet so she didn't attract attention despite the pain in her retinas. She pressed the palms of her hands over her eyes and rubbed them, as if that would help them adjust any faster.
Amariah swallowed down a groan, grimacing when it felt like sandpaper grating against the back of her throat. Her stomach twisted, gnawing on itself in hunger, prompting her to move. And with great reluctance, she rolled onto her stomach and pulled herself onto her knees, keeping her head bent and her hair in her face. Even with her hair acting as a curtain and her hand cupped above her eyes, it was still too bright.
What happened? She squinted at the ground, trying to recall how she even ended up here. The last thing she remembered was the darkness of the Labyrinth and then… nothing. She was here. But what happened before that? She knew she'd been in the Labyrinth but doing what? For how long? And how long had she been unconscious for her to be this hungry?
A shout from the distance sent a flock of birds scattering from their perch on a tree nearby, startling her from her thoughts. Amariah strained her eyes against the light when she lifted her head. Her legs felt weak and her heart hammered in her chest, threatening to make her dizzy if she moved too quickly.
Are they looking for me? Did she wind up here because of them? Had she been running from them? Her hands shook and she glanced around, squinting against the light as she tried to figure out which direction they were coming from. But all she could focus on was her heart and the wild thumping in her ears, coupled by the sting each time she fought down another dry swallow.
Despite her filthy appearance she hoped they were chasing someone else, but to her dismay they all came to a stop near her. She watched their feet through her curtain of hair, licking her chapped lips. The taste of blood and grime sat on her tongue, followed by the stinging sensation from the dried cut on her busted lip. She adjusted herself into a crouch and waited. Would they attack first? She didn't have any weapons, so she would have to run for it. Her breathing felt labored; how long could she run from them before the lethargy caught up to her?
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