Scrub up, and don't forget the Stiches

Yuki Miyako · 09-15-2010, 11:59 PM

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Sorry for the slow reply. And yes, she might need stiches on her stomach or something.

Unlike most others, Yuki often prone to wake in Alpha REM mode. Meaning that she could hear sounds long before she awoke, causing her panic when she completely returned to the real world. Inside her mind things were so complicated, a mash of reality and her interpretation of what it should be. Blood was usually involved in her dreams, either splattered every where or painting a familar stranger's body. She was terrified when her own pain turned on her, no longer the warmth of blood, but the sting of the towel.

She flinched and whined quietly at the first couple of dabs. She wasn't much of a screamer, especially since she didn't want to embarrass herself any more. She had gotten herself into this mess, no better way to explain it. She had let herself be attacked, she had allowed her savior to take her onto pack lands, and now her life was once again in someone elses hands. Her inner self was both insulting and praising her. "At least you didn't kill him.." It almost disgusted her how she referred to the animal as an equal to both herself and others, "But aren't you?" The answer was unclear on many levels, "Did he breath? Did he have fears? Emotions?" All of these things she did not know, and probably never would. As far as she knew, wolves were the only beings with sophisticated emotions. But had that always been true? She did not know. Humans must of had emotions, from looking through their houses they all had personalitys. Things they enjoyed, and things they did not. No one was as different as they claimed to be. Everyone came down to the same thing in the end.

Her eyes were barely thin slits, but she studied her surroundings as best she could. She hoped she wouldn't be seen as a threat by others members of this pack, at least for the moment. She was unsure that she could move any again. Something inside her knew that she could not live on her own if she was badly injured, but she would not accept it. A loner was all she had ever been, she had no people skills. She could hunt, but had never caught a deer. She hadn't actually attempted to even catch any thing bigger then a rabbit, which she still only got when she was really hungry. The only real thing she could bring to the table was her hearing, it had always been above average. It was helpful, on the days when she was practically blind in her eye, it helped to pay more attention to the sounds around her. "Helped avoid danger.." Thoughts like these made her wonder, again, why she hadn't ran.

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