"Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP" -She growled low on her breath as the lioness broke from her pacing, shaking her head as if that might rid it of the voices that were lodged there. It wouldn't work, she already knew, she'd tried before.
Candika... once a great warrioress. A figure who once struck fear into those she stood up against. Lithe.. battle tested.. well marked with both battle scars and muscle. And now here she was, stomping around like a fool. Almost appearing to shiver in frusteration and fear.
Her leg had healed a whole week before thanks to the saftey she'd found along the cliffs. But as she kept holed away healing.. recovering.. something else had happened. Something strange.
It'd come to her first at night, in her dreams. Voices. And gradually they'd infiltrated her days as well. It was them. The ones she'd killed. Taunting her. Talking to her. Chasing her no matter how she paced. She couldn't go back to her group now. Not when her head snapped left or right whenever something sounded. Not when she had to bury her head beneath her paws at night. She couldn't do anything.
Her eyes touched the sky, gazing towards the heights of the cliffs she'd been taking refuge in. Maybe she'd just throw herself off the freaking top? Then they'd leave her alone. Or she'd be a ghost too. And then they'd just follow her again. Stupid. Besides.. one so proud as her could never come to a death as ridiculous and stupid as that.
She was just so.. ughhh.
Indistinguishable words escaped from her grumbling mouth as she made her way slowly up the rocky incline. Walking made things a little better, relieving a minimal amount of tension built up in her, as she tried to sort through what was her own thoughts and what were the nasty little voices. Tail swaying in irritated flicks, she neared the top, surprised to be greeted by the startling taste of salt air.-
