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Character Name: Wretch D'Angelo
Character Birthdate (including year): December 15, 2010
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: 50% C. lupus irremotus, 25% C. lupus nubilus, 12.5% C. latrans thamnos, 6.25% C. rufus rufus, 6.25% C. lupus familiaris
Gender: Female
Currently played characters: Naniko D'Angelo, Gideon Stormbringer, Addison, Wretch D'Angelo
The voice was scaring and confusing her.
Wretch opened one eye, but the other wouldn't allow her to. She felt heavy, as if she were matted to whatever she was laying on. Her memory was fuzzy at best; what had she been doing before she had ended up on this beach? She tried to lift her head but found herself unable, a pounding headache making her close her one good eye. What was the voice saying to her? 'Get up, Get up, open your eyes'. She heard it over and over again. The little girl felt afraid, not knowing where she was or how she got there...or anything besides the one word that stuck in her mind. Wretch.
She had been exploring one of the caves along the shoreline between Inferni and Dahlia, having fun going through all of the tunnels and playing in the water in the bottom of a few of the caverns. The pup hadn't expected the rush of water that had come through and knocked her from her feet, sending her shooting toward the back of the tunnel and then backward out the front of it. She had been thrown against sharp rocks and had been pushed and pulled beneath the waves so many, many times that she hadn't been able to recognize which way was up and which way was down any more. The experience had ended in darkness.
Her mind formulated words, but she couldn't get her jaw to move to say them. Was something wrong with it? She lay on her side in the sand, waves still creeping up around her every once in a while...though they were beginning to retreat. She was stuck there, fur crusted with sand, blood, and salt, unable to stand or move anything except for her eye. When she moved to stick her tongue out to lick her lips she felt a sudden crackle. Her jaw was fractured.
The girl began to cry, then, softly and then harder. Her body shook with both shivers and sobs, though the sounds that she made were muffled. She was beginning to feel the pain more now, her head and jaw hurting even more. Her leg was beginning to ache as well, sharp pains traveling up through her ankle and toward her hips. It was probably good that she couldn't see herself; bone was sticking out of her skin where it was broken.
She tried to open her eye again but was unable to manage that feat, her mind slipping in and out of unconsciousness. It was a shock to her entire body, and the cold wasn't helping; she shook and shook as she continued to cry out, water continuing to rush around her legs and tail every couple of seconds. Someone had to come...someone would come.