Post by adden on Jun 10, 2012 22:12:56 GMT -5
C*R*O*W
Her heart was pounding so hard she could have sworn it was about to beat itself through her chest; her legs had carried her for so long and so far she wasn’t sure if she would be able to move again if she were to stop. She weaved in and out through the trees as swiftly as she could, and as the terrain naturally began to decline into a swift ditch, Crow lost her footing. She tumbled forwards, flipping onto her back, sliding down till her entire body came to a complete halt at the foot of the dip.
She hadn’t stopped running in days and the sudden stop in movement made her body writhe in agony as every muscle, every tendon, and every bone began to throb, ache and scream at her for abusing them. She wheezed, panting, feeling a sudden swell in temperature crash into her like a wave of lava. She knew she couldn’t stop, she had to keep moving, but on the other paw, she couldn’t move either, especially when she was in such agony.
She tried to move, moving one of her paws to grasp the grass beneath her for support, only to slip out from under her, the grass beneath her damp with shining red liquid. She had run for so long the pads of her paws were completely rubbed off raw. She tucked her legs under her, whimpering at the pain. Perhaps she would be safe to rest here.
From the smell of things, no wolf has been here in days, she thought to herself, lifting her head to look left and right. Her ears were perked and alert. She heard nothing, and it would just seem odd if some wolf would just randomly show up out of nowhere just for the fun of it. Then again, the same thing could be said about her. Crow craned her neck, bending her snout towards her chest so she could clean and groom her obsidian hued fur in the meanwhile. In all actuality her fur was quite beautiful, but paled in comparison to others in the state it was now, matted, dirtied, mangled, what she needed was a good grooming. Her nose too in the scents of this strange and powerful land, it was then she realized she was not in her own neck of the woods anymore. All she could hope for was the inhabitants wouldn’t strike her on first notice… or perhaps just leave her be until she recuperated from her treacherous journey and healed her wounds.
Owl, I wish you were here, she thought quietly. Briefly her thoughts went back to her family, the ones she left behind in her time of desperation and fright. She remembered clearly, and the fur along her visible spine rose in fear as the scent of heated wood and blood filled the air that one night. She sneezed, taking in the smells around her instead of reminiscing the ones that brought along a sense of dread. She continued to groom herself, all in all, hoping to be left alone, hoping she would be given enough time to heal.
Her heart was pounding so hard she could have sworn it was about to beat itself through her chest; her legs had carried her for so long and so far she wasn’t sure if she would be able to move again if she were to stop. She weaved in and out through the trees as swiftly as she could, and as the terrain naturally began to decline into a swift ditch, Crow lost her footing. She tumbled forwards, flipping onto her back, sliding down till her entire body came to a complete halt at the foot of the dip.
She hadn’t stopped running in days and the sudden stop in movement made her body writhe in agony as every muscle, every tendon, and every bone began to throb, ache and scream at her for abusing them. She wheezed, panting, feeling a sudden swell in temperature crash into her like a wave of lava. She knew she couldn’t stop, she had to keep moving, but on the other paw, she couldn’t move either, especially when she was in such agony.
She tried to move, moving one of her paws to grasp the grass beneath her for support, only to slip out from under her, the grass beneath her damp with shining red liquid. She had run for so long the pads of her paws were completely rubbed off raw. She tucked her legs under her, whimpering at the pain. Perhaps she would be safe to rest here.
From the smell of things, no wolf has been here in days, she thought to herself, lifting her head to look left and right. Her ears were perked and alert. She heard nothing, and it would just seem odd if some wolf would just randomly show up out of nowhere just for the fun of it. Then again, the same thing could be said about her. Crow craned her neck, bending her snout towards her chest so she could clean and groom her obsidian hued fur in the meanwhile. In all actuality her fur was quite beautiful, but paled in comparison to others in the state it was now, matted, dirtied, mangled, what she needed was a good grooming. Her nose too in the scents of this strange and powerful land, it was then she realized she was not in her own neck of the woods anymore. All she could hope for was the inhabitants wouldn’t strike her on first notice… or perhaps just leave her be until she recuperated from her treacherous journey and healed her wounds.
Owl, I wish you were here, she thought quietly. Briefly her thoughts went back to her family, the ones she left behind in her time of desperation and fright. She remembered clearly, and the fur along her visible spine rose in fear as the scent of heated wood and blood filled the air that one night. She sneezed, taking in the smells around her instead of reminiscing the ones that brought along a sense of dread. She continued to groom herself, all in all, hoping to be left alone, hoping she would be given enough time to heal.