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They're thick as ropes, and pinning me in place. I thrash, ice cracking off my veil, but the tendrils only tighten. Darkrai steps behind me, her presence a weight at my back.\n\n``What are you doing?!'' I yell.\n\n``The first part is simple.'' She murmurs. ``You feel what your victims felt. Helpless. Betrayed. Stinging.''\n\n``Let me go!'' I beg. \n\n``I will.'' She replies, voice firm. ``After you've learned your lesson.''\n\nShe pauses, hand hovering. I feel the air thicken, shadows stirring like breath. My veil quivers in anticipation. I clench, trying to brace. Seconds stretch. Then... Her arm draws back deliberately, cloak tatters fluttering. \n\nSMACK!\n\nThe first smack lands flat and firm across my rear-end, a sharp bloom of heat that startles more than it hurts. I yelp and twist, but the second follows faster, then the third. Each one building on the last. \n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nFire spreads, strange and wrong against my usual chill. 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I try to cover my face with my hand, but the tentacles hold firm. \n\nSMACK!\n\nShe delivers five measured swats, each one landing with a resonant crack that echoes. I gasp, sucking in frosty air. \n\nWith every impact, frost shatters from my veil, scattering into the void. The heat wars with my cold, causing steam to hiss where warmth meets the ice. My lower body trembles, veil rippling a translucent red, over the darker shade of my rear-end. The edges fraying slightly as if unraveling from the force.\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nThen a sudden flurry. Six fast, stinging slaps across the same spot, heat layering until it burns like frostbite reversed. I kick uselessly, ribbons flailing. She stops again.\n\n``Feel that?'' she asks softly. ``That's the weight of betrayal.'' \n\nI sob once, frozen tears cracking off my cheek. SMACK!\n\n``Remember the Eevee you left in the storm?'' She doesn't wait for denial. ``This is for her.''\n\nSMACK!\n\n``The two Pikachu whose goods you couldn't even claim?''\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nPart of me wants to deny it, why should I care about weaklings? But each smack chips at the wall. Sawsbuck?s confused face flashes in my mind, his voice calling after me. \n\nGuilt flickers, small and unwelcome. I bite it back, but the next swat drives it deeper. Maybe... maybe I was wrong. No! Stop! This is just a nightmare trick. But the pain feels too real, too earned.\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nShe lists more misdeeds, voice calm as her hand delivers stinging justice. The sting explodes into pain, as she puts more and more power behind her blows. All culminating into one powerful crack. \n\nSMACK!\n\nThe force jolts my body hard, sending me rolling over the bed. The tentacles vanish as I land on the blackness around us. \n\nI wince as my tender bottom contacts the void, but I don't linger. I surge upward and flee, floating fast into the dark. \n\nBlackness rushes past me. I just dash, veil streaming behind me like torn silk. Freedom. I've broken free.\n\nI risk a glance over my shoulder. Darkrai hasn't moved. She's still exactly where she was, arms folded across her tattered cloak, that single bright blue eye watching me with faint amusement. \n\nI veer left, then right, ribbons whipping to propel me faster. The blackness stretches mockingly. There's no walls, no turns, just endless nothing. I push harder, willing distance between us. But It's like swimming in ink. My veil snags on invisible currents, slowing me. I glance again, she's still motionless, patient.\n\nI whip forward again, and slam chest-first into her. She's right there, unmoving, solid as stone in the void. I rebound, floating back a few paces, eyes wide with genuine fear, frost flaring along my veil in sharp spikes. \n\n``I'm genuinely curious.'' She says, voice dry as old snow. ``Where did you think you were going? This is a dream. There's no `away' unless I allow it.'' \n\nI stare up at her, mouth open. She quirks what might be a smile, causing the plume over her eyes to shift slightly. It's so absurd I almost laugh through the panic.\n\n``What?'' she adds, almost chuckling at her own joke. ``Were you going to have tea with Arceus?'' \n\nBefore I can retort, she glides across the void toward me. Legs unfold once more beneath her cloak, grounding her. She settles in midair, crossing them casually like before. Then, in one smooth, effortless motion, she hooks an arm around my waist and yanks me down across her lap.\n\nHer claw-like hand closes around my waist, firm and unyielding. Shadows curl like extra fingers. I twist instinctively, but she lifts me as if I weigh nothing. My lower veil dangles helplessly as she pulls me down, positioning me across her lap. The ethereal solidity of her thighs presses against my tender rear-end, reigniting the lingering burn from before.\n\n``Let's try that again.'' She says, voice determined. \n\nNo preamble this time. Her hand crashes down hard. A resounding crack jolts me forward across her thighs.\n\nSMACK!\n\nI buck wildly, each smack driving deeper heat into my core. Tears spill and freeze instantly on my cheeks, tiny ice beads that crack and fall away with the next impact.\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nShe shifts rhythm again. Three slow, heavy smacks, each one landing low and making me arch with a sharp cry. \n\nI gasp, sucking in frigid air that does nothing to cool the fire. Then another quick burst. Five fast slaps across the center, heat layering until it feels like my bottom might crack apart. \n\nSMACK!\n\nFrost shatters from the edges with every impact, tiny shards drifting into the void. My sobs turn hoarse, and words dissolve into whimpers.\n\n ``Please... no more... I can't...'' \n\nBut she continues, steady, unrelenting, until the burn is everywhere, impossible to ignore.\n\nSMACK!\n\n``Wait!'' I cry out. ``I've had enough!''\n\nSMACK!\n\n``You could have helped.'' She says, punctuating with another firm swat. \n\nSMACK!\n\n``A kind word. A safe path. Instead you chose cruelty.'' \n\nSMACK! \n\n``Again.'' \n\nSMACK! \n\n``And again.''\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nA quick flurry follows. Six sharp, stinging slaps in rapid succession. I sob openly now, defiance crumbling under the relentless rhythm. First slow and deliberate, then fast and merciless, and then slow again. She never lets me catch my breath. My rear burns, the ghostly white flushed a deep crimson that almost glows against the rest of my form.\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nBetween blows, memories flood back. The Sawsbuck's pleading eyes, the Eevee's tiny shivering form, the Pikachu pair scrambling away empty-handed. \n\nEach one stings worse than her hand. I've told myself they deserved it. They were weak, foolish, easy marks. But now, bent over her lap, helpless and burning, the excuses feel thin. \n\nWhat if it had been me lost in the snow? The thought twists in my core, sharper than any swat. I don't want to be that anymore.\n\nSMACK!\n\n ``I-I'm sorry!'' I choke out finally, voice small.\n\nShe holds her hand still, warm against the throbbing crimson. ``Are you truly sorry, little trickster? Or is this just what the pain demands?''\n\n?I shake my head, ice cracking off my veil. ``No. It's real. I see it now. What I did... it was wrong. I hurt them. I'm sorry.'' \n\nMy voice cracks on the last word. Another frozen tear falls, shatters on her cloak. She waits, watching. \n\nI swallow. ``I don't want to be like that anymore.''\n\nDarkrai lifts me gently, setting me to float beside her. I sniffle, wiping at the ice clinging to my cheeks. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the angry red staining my rear-end. It's raw, throbbing, and undeniable. \n\nShe straightens, her shadowy legs fold away beneath the cloak, leaving her floating once more. Those bright blue eyes soften, just a fraction.\n\n``I won't force kindness from you.'' She says. ``But I forbid harm. No more tricks that leave travelers lost. No more goods taken at the cost of lives. Break this, and I will return.''\n\n She leans down to look into my eyes. ``And next time the lesson will be much, much harder.''\n\nI nod. ``I understand.''\n\nFor a heartbeat we hover there in silence, the void softer now, less oppressive. The burn in my rear lingers like an echo, a reminder that won't fade. \n\nShe doesn't gloat, doesn't lecture further. She just watches me with that quiet, knowing gaze. \n\nI float a little straighter, veil settling, though the crimson stain remains vivid in my mind. Then her finger brushes my cheek, cool yet strangely comforting. \n\n``Wake now.'' She whispers. ``And choose better.'' \n\nMy eyes snap open. I'm back in the den, curled tightly on the pelts, the air still and biting cold. I rise slowly, veil flaring as I scan the shadows. No one. \n\nThe fire has burned to embers, casting faint orange flickers across the stone walls and my pile of stolen trinkets. Darkrai's gone... or maybe she was never here at all.\n\nI twist, glancing down at my rear-end. No lingering burn, no angry crimson marks on the icy white. Just smooth frost, as if nothing happened. But the memories cling. The sharp cracks of her hand, the frozen tears shattering, the weight of her words. And beneath it all, a heavy, quiet, guilt. Thick and unfamiliar, settling in my core like fresh snow.\n\nI glide to the entrance. The blizzard howls outside, whipping snow against the icicle curtains. The night is thick and starless, but it's nothing compared to that endless void. Out there, somewhere in the snow, Sawsbuck is still freezing. His fur probably crusted with ice by now, antlers drooping under the weight of betrayal I put on him. \n\nI don't know if I can find him in time. I don't know if he'll even trust the same voice that led him astray. But the thought of him alone, waiting for a guide who never comes. That stings sharper than any phantom sting.\n\nI push out into the storm. The wind tears at my veil as I follow the false path I showed him earlier, calling his name into the gale. \n\n``Sawsbuck!'' My voice carries, thin at first, then stronger. \n\nThe End\n\n"
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3828297_5956717_FoxyVulpo_froslass_x_darkrai_11.writing.json · CAS artifact Download
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"writing": "The Dream Walker's Warning\n\nHigh in the jagged peaks where snow clings like a second skin to stone, the mountain keeps its own laws. Paths twist through frost-crusted trees and unmarked boulders. Travelers who stray from the old trade routes often vanish into the white silence. \n\nWhile most Froslass drift along these heights as quiet guides, leading the lost back to safety, not all follow the old ways. One among them has grown fond of mischief. She carves her den from a sheer cliff face, its entrance hidden behind curtains of icicles that chime like warning bells in the wind. Inside, stolen packs and trinkets from wayward wanderers lie piled in the corners. She laughs often, a sound like cracking ice, and leaves wayfarers to the cold when their goods become hers.\n\nTonight the wind howls louder than usual, carrying a heavier darkness across the slopes. Something unseen moves through the storm, patient, watchful, drawn by the echo of one small cruelty too many. Retribution drifts on nightmare wings.\n\nI glide through the final snowdrift, dodging the hanging icicles that guard my den's entrance. I toss the sack to the ground, and it lands with a satisfying clatter. That stupid Sawsbuck actually believed I was guiding him to the lower pass, but last week's avalanche had sealed the canyon tight.\n\nI let out a delighted hiss, picturing his frost-rimed antlers drooping as the snow wall closed in behind him. Confusion thickened his voice when I snatched the sack from his shoulders. The last thing he saw was me vanishing into the blizzard with his goods. \n\nI settle beside the bag, tipping it over to spill the contents across the stone floor. Dried berries, but I can't eat them. A thick fur cloak, maybe of his own fur, perfect to strip for kindling. And a surprising handful of silver coins. Not bad for a day's work, I tell myself with a smirk.\n\nSomething prickles along my veil, a cold that isn't the mountain's or mine. I whip around, scanning the shadows. The fire in the stone hearth flickers, casting warm light across most of the den and keeping the worst of the chill at bay. Just the wind playing tricks again, I reason, shrugging it off.\n\nDay turns into night while I sort my new treasures. Finally I curl onto the pelts, tucking my lower half beneath me like always, and let satisfaction settle over me like fresh snow. The mountain is mine tonight. No one else's.\n\nSleep tugs at me harder than usual. I shift on the pelts, thoughts of the Sawsbuck lingering like frost on branches. Just as they start to blur, a voice slips into my mind \n\nIt's low, like velvet, and amused. ``Sweet dreams, little trickster.'' \n\nI jerk, trying to rise, but my body won't obey. My eyelids turn impossibly heavy. Darkness surges up like an avalanche, swallowing me whole. The last thing I register is my head turning toward the dying fire as sleep claims me.\n\nI wake, or at least I think I wake, into nothing. No stone under me, no pelts, no wind. Just blackness, endless, pressing in from every side. \n\n``Hello?'' My voice echoes thin and small. ``Is anyone there?'' \n\nSilence answers, thick as tar. I float cautiously into the void. Nowhere to land, no sound but my own movement, no sensation at all. Where am I?\n\nA figure begins to appear before me. It?s black, with a shadow-like form, white plume billowing from its head like ghostly hair, obscuring its bright blue eyes that glows with cold light. Long black tatters hang from its shoulders like an old cloak. It floats motionless, staring at me. I freeze in place, as they finish materializing.\n\n``Who-who are you?'' My question bounces around us.\n\n``I am Darkrai.'' She drifts closer. \n\nHer lower half splits as long, skinny legs unfold beneath the cloak. She touches down on the darkness with a soft thud that echoes impossibly in the void. Now she stands solid, towering.\n\n``Darkrai?'' my voice wavers. ``The dream walker?''\n\n``That is correct.'' She folds her arms in front of herslef. \n\n``Why would Darkrai visit me?'' Uncertainty laces my words. ``Shouldn't you be whispering in the ears of rulers?''\n\nShe circles me slowly, eyes raking up and down my form. I try to turn with her, but the abyss rotates too. There's no escape, no progress. She leans close to my ear.\n\n``I have walked in the minds of kings, yes.'' Her voice is almost soothing, yet edged with danger. ``But I can always make time for a loathsome troublemaker like you.''\n\nFinally I?m able to spin, but she's gone. I whirl back, and she's inches away. I gasp, floating backward several feet. Those bright blue eyes pierce me like shards of ice.\n\n``Troublemaker?'' I scoff, forcing bravado. ``What do you mean?''\n\nShe closes the gap. ``You know exactly what I mean.'' Her tone firms. ``Froslass are meant to guide travelers through dangerous terrain. You lead them to ruin... or worse.''\n\n``They choose to follow me!'' I retort. ``I don't owe anyone anything.''\n\nShe leans down until her eyes level with mine. The silence suffocates me. A frantic chill pulses through my core, and I fight to keep my face steady.\n\n``You're right.'' She says, unblinking. ``You don't owe them help. But you deceive with promises of salvation, then steal what's theirs and abandon them to the cold.''\n\nI swallow. ``If they trust a stranger, that's their fault.'' I hiss carefully. ``Go haunt someone else's dream!''\n\nShe chuckles, straightening. ``This is not a dream you control.''\n\n``Why me?'' I demand. ``Plenty of worse out there.\n\n?She smiles thinly. ``Because tonight a Sawsbuck freezes in a canyon you sealed with lies. His trust in you was absolute. You took his warmth and left him in the snow.''\n\n?My ribbons twitch. ``He's not my responsibility.''\n\n?``Tonight.'' She says softly, ``he is mine to remember. And so are you.''\n\nI rise to meet her gaze, glaring, desperate to seem brave. None of this is real. Her words won't scare me.\n\n``I do what I want on my mountain,'' I assert. ``Some bad dream isn't going to make me change.''\n\n``This is not a dream.'' She replies, voice tipped with venom. ``This is a nightmare. And nightmares have teeth.''\n\nThe floor rushes up, or maybe, I fall. I lose my sense of direction as I spin helplessly into the empty nothingness. I look around myself, but Darkrai is nowhere to be seen. \n\nI scream as the complete lack of sensation swallows me. I close my eyes tight, trying hard to wake up. When I open them, she's in front of me. She sits with her legs crossed as we continue to freefall. \n\nI lean forward until I'm vertical, closing the distance between us. Suddenly I land, bent over, and facedown on my own bed. The familiar pelts suddenly beneath my chest again.\n\nBefore I can move, shadows coil around my wrists and waist. They're thick as ropes, and pinning me in place. I thrash, ice cracking off my veil, but the tendrils only tighten. Darkrai steps behind me, her presence a weight at my back.\n\n``What are you doing?!'' I yell.\n\n``The first part is simple.'' She murmurs. ``You feel what your victims felt. Helpless. Betrayed. Stinging.''\n\n``Let me go!'' I beg. \n\n``I will.'' She replies, voice firm. ``After you've learned your lesson.''\n\nShe pauses, hand hovering. I feel the air thicken, shadows stirring like breath. My veil quivers in anticipation. I clench, trying to brace. Seconds stretch. Then... Her arm draws back deliberately, cloak tatters fluttering. \n\nSMACK!\n\nThe first smack lands flat and firm across my rear-end, a sharp bloom of heat that startles more than it hurts. I yelp and twist, but the second follows faster, then the third. Each one building on the last. \n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nFire spreads, strange and wrong against my usual chill. It doesn't take long for the ghostly white of my bottom to turn a faint pink. \n\nSMACK!\n\n``Think of the Sawsbuck.'' She says between strikes. ``Freezing. Alone. Wondering why the guide he trusted left him to die.''\n\nSMACK! \n\nSMACK!\n\nMore smacks, harder. I buck, a hiss turning into a cry that fogs the air with frost. This isn't right! She's not my mother, and I'm not some Sprigatito she can spank into compliance. \n\n``He was lost when I found him!'' I argue. ``All I did was lighten his load.''\n\n``Is that how you justify it?'' Her tone stays neutral. ``They're lost causes, so why not help yourself?''\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nShe increases the force of the blows, not giving me a chance to answer. The pain in my rear pulses with every breath, the pink now deepening to a Cheri Berry red. \n\nI open my mouth to speak, but only a whimper comes out. I try to cover my face with my hand, but the tentacles hold firm. \n\nSMACK!\n\nShe delivers five measured swats, each one landing with a resonant crack that echoes. I gasp, sucking in frosty air. \n\nWith every impact, frost shatters from my veil, scattering into the void. The heat wars with my cold, causing steam to hiss where warmth meets the ice. My lower body trembles, veil rippling a translucent red, over the darker shade of my rear-end. The edges fraying slightly as if unraveling from the force.\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nThen a sudden flurry. Six fast, stinging slaps across the same spot, heat layering until it burns like frostbite reversed. I kick uselessly, ribbons flailing. She stops again.\n\n``Feel that?'' she asks softly. ``That's the weight of betrayal.'' \n\nI sob once, frozen tears cracking off my cheek. SMACK!\n\n``Remember the Eevee you left in the storm?'' She doesn't wait for denial. ``This is for her.''\n\nSMACK!\n\n``The two Pikachu whose goods you couldn't even claim?''\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nPart of me wants to deny it, why should I care about weaklings? But each smack chips at the wall. Sawsbuck?s confused face flashes in my mind, his voice calling after me. \n\nGuilt flickers, small and unwelcome. I bite it back, but the next swat drives it deeper. Maybe... maybe I was wrong. No! Stop! This is just a nightmare trick. But the pain feels too real, too earned.\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nShe lists more misdeeds, voice calm as her hand delivers stinging justice. The sting explodes into pain, as she puts more and more power behind her blows. All culminating into one powerful crack. \n\nSMACK!\n\nThe force jolts my body hard, sending me rolling over the bed. The tentacles vanish as I land on the blackness around us. \n\nI wince as my tender bottom contacts the void, but I don't linger. I surge upward and flee, floating fast into the dark. \n\nBlackness rushes past me. I just dash, veil streaming behind me like torn silk. Freedom. I've broken free.\n\nI risk a glance over my shoulder. Darkrai hasn't moved. She's still exactly where she was, arms folded across her tattered cloak, that single bright blue eye watching me with faint amusement. \n\nI veer left, then right, ribbons whipping to propel me faster. The blackness stretches mockingly. There's no walls, no turns, just endless nothing. I push harder, willing distance between us. But It's like swimming in ink. My veil snags on invisible currents, slowing me. I glance again, she's still motionless, patient.\n\nI whip forward again, and slam chest-first into her. She's right there, unmoving, solid as stone in the void. I rebound, floating back a few paces, eyes wide with genuine fear, frost flaring along my veil in sharp spikes. \n\n``I'm genuinely curious.'' She says, voice dry as old snow. ``Where did you think you were going? This is a dream. There's no `away' unless I allow it.'' \n\nI stare up at her, mouth open. She quirks what might be a smile, causing the plume over her eyes to shift slightly. It's so absurd I almost laugh through the panic.\n\n``What?'' she adds, almost chuckling at her own joke. ``Were you going to have tea with Arceus?'' \n\nBefore I can retort, she glides across the void toward me. Legs unfold once more beneath her cloak, grounding her. She settles in midair, crossing them casually like before. Then, in one smooth, effortless motion, she hooks an arm around my waist and yanks me down across her lap.\n\nHer claw-like hand closes around my waist, firm and unyielding. Shadows curl like extra fingers. I twist instinctively, but she lifts me as if I weigh nothing. My lower veil dangles helplessly as she pulls me down, positioning me across her lap. The ethereal solidity of her thighs presses against my tender rear-end, reigniting the lingering burn from before.\n\n``Let's try that again.'' She says, voice determined. \n\nNo preamble this time. Her hand crashes down hard. A resounding crack jolts me forward across her thighs.\n\nSMACK!\n\nI buck wildly, each smack driving deeper heat into my core. Tears spill and freeze instantly on my cheeks, tiny ice beads that crack and fall away with the next impact.\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nShe shifts rhythm again. Three slow, heavy smacks, each one landing low and making me arch with a sharp cry. \n\nI gasp, sucking in frigid air that does nothing to cool the fire. Then another quick burst. Five fast slaps across the center, heat layering until it feels like my bottom might crack apart. \n\nSMACK!\n\nFrost shatters from the edges with every impact, tiny shards drifting into the void. My sobs turn hoarse, and words dissolve into whimpers.\n\n ``Please... no more... I can't...'' \n\nBut she continues, steady, unrelenting, until the burn is everywhere, impossible to ignore.\n\nSMACK!\n\n``Wait!'' I cry out. ``I've had enough!''\n\nSMACK!\n\n``You could have helped.'' She says, punctuating with another firm swat. \n\nSMACK!\n\n``A kind word. A safe path. Instead you chose cruelty.'' \n\nSMACK! \n\n``Again.'' \n\nSMACK! \n\n``And again.''\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nA quick flurry follows. Six sharp, stinging slaps in rapid succession. I sob openly now, defiance crumbling under the relentless rhythm. First slow and deliberate, then fast and merciless, and then slow again. She never lets me catch my breath. My rear burns, the ghostly white flushed a deep crimson that almost glows against the rest of my form.\n\nSMACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nBetween blows, memories flood back. The Sawsbuck's pleading eyes, the Eevee's tiny shivering form, the Pikachu pair scrambling away empty-handed. \n\nEach one stings worse than her hand. I've told myself they deserved it. They were weak, foolish, easy marks. But now, bent over her lap, helpless and burning, the excuses feel thin. \n\nWhat if it had been me lost in the snow? The thought twists in my core, sharper than any swat. I don't want to be that anymore.\n\nSMACK!\n\n ``I-I'm sorry!'' I choke out finally, voice small.\n\nShe holds her hand still, warm against the throbbing crimson. ``Are you truly sorry, little trickster? Or is this just what the pain demands?''\n\n?I shake my head, ice cracking off my veil. ``No. It's real. I see it now. What I did... it was wrong. I hurt them. I'm sorry.'' \n\nMy voice cracks on the last word. Another frozen tear falls, shatters on her cloak. She waits, watching. \n\nI swallow. ``I don't want to be like that anymore.''\n\nDarkrai lifts me gently, setting me to float beside her. I sniffle, wiping at the ice clinging to my cheeks. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the angry red staining my rear-end. It's raw, throbbing, and undeniable. \n\nShe straightens, her shadowy legs fold away beneath the cloak, leaving her floating once more. Those bright blue eyes soften, just a fraction.\n\n``I won't force kindness from you.'' She says. ``But I forbid harm. No more tricks that leave travelers lost. No more goods taken at the cost of lives. Break this, and I will return.''\n\n She leans down to look into my eyes. ``And next time the lesson will be much, much harder.''\n\nI nod. ``I understand.''\n\nFor a heartbeat we hover there in silence, the void softer now, less oppressive. The burn in my rear lingers like an echo, a reminder that won't fade. \n\nShe doesn't gloat, doesn't lecture further. She just watches me with that quiet, knowing gaze. \n\nI float a little straighter, veil settling, though the crimson stain remains vivid in my mind. Then her finger brushes my cheek, cool yet strangely comforting. \n\n``Wake now.'' She whispers. ``And choose better.'' \n\nMy eyes snap open. I'm back in the den, curled tightly on the pelts, the air still and biting cold. I rise slowly, veil flaring as I scan the shadows. No one. \n\nThe fire has burned to embers, casting faint orange flickers across the stone walls and my pile of stolen trinkets. Darkrai's gone... or maybe she was never here at all.\n\nI twist, glancing down at my rear-end. No lingering burn, no angry crimson marks on the icy white. Just smooth frost, as if nothing happened. But the memories cling. The sharp cracks of her hand, the frozen tears shattering, the weight of her words. And beneath it all, a heavy, quiet, guilt. Thick and unfamiliar, settling in my core like fresh snow.\n\nI glide to the entrance. The blizzard howls outside, whipping snow against the icicle curtains. The night is thick and starless, but it's nothing compared to that endless void. Out there, somewhere in the snow, Sawsbuck is still freezing. His fur probably crusted with ice by now, antlers drooping under the weight of betrayal I put on him. \n\nI don't know if I can find him in time. I don't know if he'll even trust the same voice that led him astray. But the thought of him alone, waiting for a guide who never comes. That stings sharper than any phantom sting.\n\nI push out into the storm. The wind tears at my veil as I follow the false path I showed him earlier, calling his name into the gale. \n\n``Sawsbuck!'' My voice carries, thin at first, then stronger. \n\nThe End\n\n"
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profile.api.json · CAS artifact Download
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3828297_5956717_FoxyVulpo_froslass_x_darkrai_11.pools.json · CAS artifact Download
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