hngggg, i think I'm just going to have her leave here, since my muse is running out fast and I want to finish up all my threads so she can stay dead when she dies xD you can post once more after this, if you like, or just archive it straight up.

since this was started during breeding season, gunna say Ozera's in heat.

"You're... you're wrong," her voice trembled as she spoke, and she pulled herself away with a fierce quickness. Inexplicably, she felt herself growing more defensive in her confusion as she fought to understand what was going on. Her name wasn't Ozera. How could this man... this stranger tell her what her name was? How come she didn't know what her own name was? Though the thought had made her laugh before, it scared her now. And her fear made her volatile, unpredictable. "I... you're wrong," she grappled with her words, they came sliding out of her mouth in a deranged slur, "My name is.... mynameis... I... I have a name."

But did she?

She didn't like his laugh and she didn't like his smile, she didn't like that knowing look. How could he know? What did he know? She didn't know a damn thing... and... there he was, sitting there like a smug little bastard and he had all the answers. Why... why didn't she... Suddenly she lost control of herself. Her word began to spin out of control as her mind was twisted by delusions she created to make sense of a partial reality. "I... get away from me. You don't know my name, you sick fuck. Don't think just ... just because you smile at me like that you can knock me up. Fuck you." The real Ozera would never have sworn. She would never have snapped. Roughly, the crone pulled herself to her feet and began to hobble away, desperately trying to escape that knowing stare... that knowing stare...