M - Forever Today dnd

Axelle Napier · 11-15-2010, 06:55 PM

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Maybe Daisuke can feel bad for her and begin to care for her? She doesn’t have thumbs, so she can’t wrap her own wounds.. And then maybe they can grow feelings? Plus the drugs of course too Tongue Just throwing ideas out there.

The two toned female shivered as blood dripped from her wounds. There was a large gash in her chest, a couple claw marks on her muzzle, and a few scarce bloody claw marks in her legs, and a few on her throat. Most of them were covered with dried blood now, but the more serious ones were still bleeding. Axelle walked slowly, and carefully, and most of all attentively. She didn’t need to run into anymore lunatics today or any time soon for that matter. She continued walking. She knew she had to be by some kind of denning area, but she wasn’t sure how close she was.

While she walked she was in a fog thinking about all the shit that she went through over the past few days. The events went from bad to worse then from worse to worse. She wanted to just dig a hole, crawl in it, and lay there for the rest of eternity, but she knew she had to keep going and not to dwell on this. She was a strong female, and knew she would pull through sometime in the future. The sound of flowing water interrupted her deep thinking. She looked around herself and saw that there was a small creek nearby. She wanted so much to wash all the dried blood off her pretty half white coat. She padded over to the creek and climbed in. She swished around in the water since she couldn’t really use anything else to scrub the crust off. She submerged her whole body under the water, and flailed around under the surface a bit before emerging again and climbing onto the bank. She shook hard shaking all the excess water and blood out of her fur. Every other wound except the one on her chest had stopped bleeding. This one continued to drip blood every now and again.

She limped along the path she had originally taken before finding the creek. Her fur was damp and still dirty, but she felt almost clean. She got that brute’s scent off of her, and she almost forgot his rough touch. She would forget if she didn’t think about it. She inhaled deeply, and her eyes opened wider when she got a hint of something herby and familiar. Weed. She sniffed the air more vigorously as she followed the scent of the weed. Her nose carried her across some grassy grounds until she spotted a blonde colored brute. He didn’t seem to be vicious, and right now she didn’t care. All she wanted was a hit of the drug to calm her down. She approached the brute’s den cautiously and silent. She hadn’t said anything, and was standing little ways away in clear view if he were to look up.

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