Hello ! What is Harlowe to Naniko ? [400+]
The hills kept rolling downward as Axelle walked down the steep countryside. Her paws ached from keeping her grip on the slippery grass. If she didn’t keep a good enough grip she would tumble down the hills, and probably smash her head on a rock some ways down. Every inch of her body ached with pain, and sadness that this crap has happened almost again. Luckily, the more recent tragedy did not involve rape, but it didn’t give her much time to heal from her first encounter with that fatal brute, Kemo, either. What was the recent brute’s name? Oh, yeah. Harlowe D’Angelo. The name even sounded wicked to begin with. She could almost understand why the brute was so twisted. Who ever his mother was, she gave him a twisted name for a reason.
The first encounter with Kemo was brutal rape. She still had unhealed scars to prove of her crazy situation. The male had beaten her, and to top it off raped her, too. Then she came across Harlowe in the woods. She was high so she didn’t take the situation too seriously, which if she had she could’ve avoided it all together. She didn’t. The male lashed out on her for no apparent reason. He seemed to be surprised at first, but then he growled, and lunged toward her. She hadn’t time to react, and was pushed to the ground, and beaten.
The femme’s paws were tired of walking. They screamed with pain every time she took another step. The day was growing darker by the hour, and the sun was beginning to hide behind the mountain behind her. She settled down on a high hill overlooking the rest of the lands below. The mountain loomed over her, but she didn’t mind it. It was kind of comforting to know that the mountain was the only thing behind her. Axelle’s paws were sore, her body ached, she had cuts and bruises everywhere, and she wasn’t in the mood for anyone. This was a good place to be, though, when she didn’t want to deal with life. There was nobody around to bother her. Not even tiny lizards or birds flying above. She was the only one in existence in this place. She laid her head on her paws, which hurt from the huge bruise on the side of it. Her chest hurt with every inhalation because of the huge unhealed gash imprinted in the middle of it. She hoped that wouldn’t scar. It was ugly. She had a large three claw marks ripped across her maw that would definitely scar. She sighed at the thought of being alone with nothing to worry about, and no one to be cautious of. She laid there with her ears and tired eyes alert. Axelle was just about to drift off when she heard a noise…
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