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Regress Into a Dream — Kingsfall 
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Played by Skittles who has 17 posts.
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Karima Torres

Oh, the agony of uncertainty.

This was... not ideal by any means. Trapped in a forest that seemed to have no end, the mind began to wonder. Who was to say that she had not succumbed to death in the night only to be sent to the hell in which she found herself now? She had known coming in that it was likely a bad idea, and now wanted nothing more than to get out. That was the problem. She'd long since lost her way, and at the first hints of a struggle to follow her own path back in the direction she had come, well, much like everything else that took more than a little bit of effort, she gave up on the idea. Now wandering both aimless and clueless, a frustrated sigh rolling from her chest in a sound that was becoming all too familiar to those that watched over her.

"There's got to be some way out of this." Her mutterings were spoken beneath her breath, and she lowered her head, favouring now the view of the ground over the rich browns and dull greens as clouds moved in overhead, threatening with storms and rain that had thus far held off. Thankfully. A deep breath through her nose. You can do this. Steps forward and another deep inhale, the air whistling as it was sucked into her muzzle and assessed with an intense scrutiny. She could smell... something. Another breath. It was not her scent, nor that of another wolf either. Nose brushed aside the natural litter on the forest floor to reveal that she'd indeed smelled...

Dirt.

"Come onnn." It was a rather pathetic sounding whine as she pulled her head back up, and in the same motion sat back with a thump. "Who would have thought this could be so hard." Graces, was the evidence of her entitled blood ever showing true to form. Another groan, and she allowed her body to fall to the side, landing on a shoulder with a grunt and a thump as the ground beneath her shifted and crackled, and her closed over slowly as though she were about to lay down for a nap, but what was really just her way of making an attempt to ignore her problems.

"I can't believe I'm gonna die like this." A matter of dramatics, for the always dramatic young woman, who breathed a sigh from her nose that teased the ground at her head, only to breathe one in and catch scent of another canine. One eye cracked open warily, waiting, watching, on the odd chance that whoever it was might come from her front. Maybe they could help her get out, or maybe they'd just laugh at her like she assumed everyone else was always doing.