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There was no dream that came with the light sleep she did acquire, however little it was. The only thing the ashen female was able to achieve was peace from her day before. The pain was numbed enough from the lack of conscious to the point where she could rest, The snowy ground was hard on her body, the night and wind of March burned at her fur. None of that mattered though, the cold, the bite of winter were neither anywhere near in comparison to what she had gone through the evening before. The worst part was...what had happened wasn't a stream line picture. It was only scattered photographs and sounds, pains and physical reminders that she had been ravished by a monster. Bathed in black and staring down at her in sapphire Tala was only remembering the minor of it as she began to wake up. The woman should have stayed asleep.... it would have been better for her.
Her amber eyes fluttered open and her entire body was screaming at her that something was wrong. Her head was spinning in fuzzy delusion as she attempted to get a grip on where she was, what had happened....why she was out here. Her body screamed at her as she moved a leg to try and pull herself up into a sitting position from her fetal spot on the earth. Her heart began to race, what was wrong? Her mind had no idea, her body was trying so hard to get her to remember. A hand traveled to her leg as the other moved some of her messy hair from her face. Her hand met slightly bloodied fur and her eyes snapped wide open as she forced herself up to a sit to peer down. The blood was clouded, diluted like it had been mixed with something....no. No. This wasn't possible. Her lungs contracted and she felt a choking sensation. Her hand in her hair fell to her throat, what was this? Both white hands were brought up to try and remove whatever was clasped around her neck. Oh god...what had happened last night? The Djose woman had no idea.... that was the worst part.
Her face began to become damp as tears started to fall from her amber eyes to mix in with the fur. Tala was terrified, scared beyond belief. What had happened? Who had done this to her? Hands found the clasps that held the collar on and shaking fingers desperately tried to unbuckle them. Her entire body was shaking as her lungs choked in sobbing breaths. This didn't happen.... this was just a dream. Please god, just let this be a dream.
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