| It's just a dream...just a dream.. ....it smells like burnt chicken. |
Art is mine, made traditionally.
KRIS!POV
((All characters respectively have been aged up to 18. Don't be weird.))
----------------------[INTRO]
This isn't what was supposed to happen.

None...of this, should have happened.

She should be in the library computer room, listening to Berdly go on about homework and planning more study sessions, not here. Not in this dingy little alley, not with Kris only feet behind her, and definitely not with her friend encased in ice. That sharp burning smell in the air.

...It smells like chicken.

Noelle's breathing was shaky, her eyes wide, slumped down on her knees, the white fabric pooling around her, her hove clutching her chest tightly.

She told him to run. To get out of the way before the battle started. But Kris insisted she use that spell, she doesn't even know where it came from- but it was there.

That stupid, stupid ring, too. It was still digging into her fur, red blood staining the pink fur around it, mixing with the precise thorns themselves.

"....I think- ..I want to wake up now." Her voice was faint and shaky, glancing back slowly towards Kris, feeling tears brimming her eyes before she looked away again, slowly starting to pull herself up, legs shaky.