Username: literal.swag.
Name: FnFKs It is Within the Storm Where There is Light// Maude
Gender: female
Name Meaning: maude means powerful in battle
Prompt: [376 words]
It clawed at her lungs, flooding her senses and rendering her immobile. It screeched in her ears, shattering her eardrums and leaving them muted and ringing. It blanketed her weary frame, sticky with repulsion. It stole her vision, replacing it with a nightsky of dying stars.
Terror.
Feverishly cold and pungently nauseating.
Exhaustion screamed at her, radiating from her limbs, liquifying the earth, sinking her in deeper. Unfamiliarity was painted thick in every direction she rapidly searched.
Cold.
Icy and ravenous.
Insatiable as it ate at her. Her small limbs fought against the invisible grasp on her, meek with fatigue. She tried to call out to her person but salt filled her lungs. Where was she? Was this the ocean she had dreamed about? The one accented with glistening hope, decorated with streams of light, savage in its gentle laps against the grains of sand that hid just out of sight. A below sounded beside her and as she flailed her heavy body to see what new horrors were upon her, she could only grasp a sliver of a giant vessel illuminated softly by its frontal spotlight before a wave overcame her.
The dark was suffocating and all consuming as she sunk deeper and deeper the more frantic she grew. Pressure built around her frame, squeezing her until reality ceased to exist.
— — — —
A gentle birdsong, tentative rhythmic lapping at her back paws, a rough shake to her small frame woke her. Everything felt heavy. Jumbles of sounds slowly grew louder as the ringing began to subside. After a few moments of refamiliarizing herself with her body and existence, slowly she cracked open her eyes.
A young woman leaned over her, expression wracked with distress. Who was this human? Where was she? The sun is so warm. So, so warm. The small pup felt her frame rise like a feather and then the next few days blended together. It was filled with sterile rooms, cold cages and strangers until one day she was returned to warmth, spending hours tucked on a bed softer than she had ever felt.
“Maude.”
That girl spoke to her gently, stroking her thick curls. And it had been them ever since. The girl and Maude, the light and its storm.