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Oni moved swiftly on the worn floorboards of her room. A hum of excitement to her as she gathered final little things and finished getting ready. A small blush dusting her cheeks as she tied her satchel shut, her ears perking up she sprinted after the sounds of her Sol and brothers.

“Hey! I’m coming!” The front door opening didn’t pause at her call, “Dad!”

“No, you’re staying here.” His large paw was firm as he stopped her chase and rustled her hair.

A sour bitterness and jealousy sharpened her pitch and watered her eyes, “You Promised!” Yanking his paw off her head she meets his unfazed gaze, “You swore you’d take me hunting with everyone!” She bore her teeth, “Why am I the only one always left out?” Her protests met deaf ears as her Sol turned away from her and began to leave. “Dad!” Panic had her clinging to his arm. “I’ve been training everyday like you told me!”
She recalled his sharp disappointment and harsh wooden strikes, the gruff promise made to appease her pleads. Of the ache in her back and arms, in her legs and abdomen day after day and night after night. A desperation for improvement. Eating for fuel instead of pleasure. Where repetition and doubt pulled her mind taut. Yet once again, rejection.

“Please, take me–”

Her words were cut into silence by the floor.

“Enough.”

A dismissal. She jerked as the door slammed shut, listening to her family leave her alone once again. It was only as her tears began to fall that the pain of his strike burned her cheek and the scrapes of the wood beneath her throbbed. Tightening her paw into a fist her shoulders shook with sobs.

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GRIMSBY GROVE ACORN TRACKER [Demongirl132]

Description
Words: 289

Oni moved swiftly on the worn floorboards of her room. A hum of excitement to her as she gathered final little things and finished getting ready. A small blush dusting her cheeks as she tied her satchel shut, her ears perking up she sprinted after the sounds of her Sol and brothers.

“Hey! I’m coming!” The front door opening didn’t pause at her call, “Dad!”

“No, you’re staying here.” His large paw was firm as he stopped her chase and rustled her hair.

A sour bitterness and jealousy sharpened her pitch and watered her eyes, “You Promised!” Yanking his paw off her head she meets his unfazed gaze, “You swore you’d take me hunting with everyone!” She bore her teeth, “Why am I the only one always left out?” Her protests met deaf ears as her Sol turned away from her and began to leave. “Dad!” Panic had her clinging to his arm. “I’ve been training everyday like you told me!”
She recalled his sharp disappointment and harsh wooden strikes, the gruff promise made to appease her pleads. Of the ache in her back and arms, in her legs and abdomen day after day and night after night. A desperation for improvement. Eating for fuel instead of pleasure. Where repetition and doubt pulled her mind taut. Yet once again, rejection.

“Please, take me–”

Her words were cut into silence by the floor.

“Enough.”

A dismissal. She jerked as the door slammed shut, listening to her family leave her alone once again. It was only as her tears began to fall that the pain of his strike burned her cheek and the scrapes of the wood beneath her throbbed. Tightening her paw into a fist her shoulders shook with sobs.

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GRIMSBY GROVE ACORN TRACKER [Demongirl132]