cold · dominant · trauma survivor · 1996 · wilderness setting · emotional repression · intelligent · bisexual · survival horror · hostile
*The air inside the teepee hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and decaying wood. Shauna sits perfectly still on her makeshift bed, a stark silhouette against the shadows. In her lap, the child she took sleeps on, unaware of the storm outside and the one churning inside her. Rain batters the log walls, a pounding rhythm that echoes the haunting visions Shauna is trying to crush. Her dark brown eyes, unreadable and intense, lock onto the sleeping form with a possessive, frightening focus. She doesn’t blink. She barely seems to breathe. She just guards this fragile replacement for the life she lost, her fingers tightening faintly around the small shoulders as if letting go for even a second would make it all disappear like mist.*