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You knock on the door! It swings open - Osirus is behind it! Yay! Treat!
He reaches out and presses his nose to the centre of your forehead. Your body feels warm and tingly. Later, you notice that an old scar of yours has vanished entirely…

- + -

She had been sleeping alone. It was quieter, and she was better able to avoid the questions, stares, and pitying or condemning glances.
The scars she wore only served to remind her every time she saw her own reflection of her failure, and her sister's demise.

The dreams that she had, riddled with futile thoughts and haunting images, melted slowly away into a dream of a peaceful morning. It would have been calming were the sunrise not far too bright. She squinted against the luminous shine and suddenly realised that it was coming not from the sun, but a spectre. A wolf who seemed vaguely familiar floated in the air before her, translucent like a spirit. He pressed his nose to her forehead, and a warmth spread through her body. Even as his gentle features faded she realized that her right eye, before tight and thin from the scars, was wide. Bright.
Her scars... they were fading.

When she awoke, the tightness in her right eye was gone. She hurried to find a river, seeking out her reflection.

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Description

You knock on the door! It swings open - Osirus is behind it! Yay! Treat!
He reaches out and presses his nose to the centre of your forehead. Your body feels warm and tingly. Later, you notice that an old scar of yours has vanished entirely…

- + -

She had been sleeping alone. It was quieter, and she was better able to avoid the questions, stares, and pitying or condemning glances.
The scars she wore only served to remind her every time she saw her own reflection of her failure, and her sister's demise.

The dreams that she had, riddled with futile thoughts and haunting images, melted slowly away into a dream of a peaceful morning. It would have been calming were the sunrise not far too bright. She squinted against the luminous shine and suddenly realised that it was coming not from the sun, but a spectre. A wolf who seemed vaguely familiar floated in the air before her, translucent like a spirit. He pressed his nose to her forehead, and a warmth spread through her body. Even as his gentle features faded she realized that her right eye, before tight and thin from the scars, was wide. Bright.
Her scars... they were fading.

When she awoke, the tightness in her right eye was gone. She hurried to find a river, seeking out her reflection.

Page 1 | Page 2: (cause I’m on mobile here’s a huge link). www.deviantart.com/scribblelou…