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</div></div><span style="font-family:Port Lligat Slab">Snow haunted her vision. Snow and blood together mixed and that was all she could consciously see even if she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that there was so much more around her than just that. Brown eyes stared out of a body that didn’t belong to her and that didn’t seem to match up with her conscious control. Yes, she was running and yes, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, but Holly didn’t feel like the movements or the feelings were really being done by her anymore. How could they be when the body she looked at in the reflective water was not the human body she’d seen in the mirror so many times prior? That image had been memorized and it was not what she looked like now. <br/>
<br/>
In fact, Holly was hard pressed to even consider herself human at the moment. It felt like only moments ago that she had looked into the water and when she had done that, it had not been flesh and skin that looked back at her. Instead, there was brown fur that shifted shades swiftly along her flanks and paws; the only thing that she still recognized had been her eyes. Bold and brown, they still belonged to her. It was the only piece she recognized at all. <br/>
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It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her. She wouldn’t allow for anyone to tell her that it was still her. Denial flowed through her vessels, heart pounding harder and faster with each and every leap she took away from the place where they’d told her she had to stay. She didn’t remember their faces, and she refused to remember their names. They weren’t real to her. They couldn’t be. They were the same… <i>things</i>... that made her this way, that bit her and left her lying and bleeding in the snow to endure her first change all alone in the cold. How could she take them seriously when they offered to “help”? Holly just couldn’t. That was why she was running away. <br/>
<br/>
Paws hit the ground hard. Then she pushed against the ground with all her strength, leaping into another bound. On and on and on it went. <br/>
<br/>
She was paying no attention to the senses that tried to overwhelm her and neither was she watching where she was going. All Holly knew was that she was running from the pack, running from a memory and running from the truth that she would take to her grave as a lie.</span>