01-12-2010, 10:56 AM
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From one point to the next, Vieira did not know what was going on. The wolf was holding her down into the ground and the wound on her back was bleeding onto the white snow the froze her body. Her entire being was freezing and even the point where her blood was escaping was cold when it should have been burning hot. After the hit in the head, the woman could not form a coherent thought and she only saw his form above her in a blur. Her golden eyes tried to focus on him but at this time, she gave up. He was going to take her life and she had no struggle inside her to fight him. One part of her brain was ready to give in. Her life had been nothing but hell and pain and rape and torture; death was better than this. But there was something that not had been beaten out of her that hoped she would survive. Perhaps it was the pain holding on to her or the fact life was not so terrible here as it was where she was from. Either way, she wanted no more pain.
Relief filled her body in an instant and a shadow covered her form. Her head rested sideways in the snow and she stared blankly into the fuzzy terrain. A scent filled her nostrils that she blearily recognized as Snake. She tried to lift her head but she could not feel the rest of her body. Just the pain from her back. Vieira lifted her arm to shield her face and rub her eyes, doing her best to move her form away from what was going. The two quickly became interested only in each other and she was thankful no attention was paid to her. Snake was her savior and she was an unworthy slave that did not deserve rescue but she would be eternally grateful. She was sure any of her formers owners might have let her die. Astaroth would have let her rot because she could not produce his children and Eris simply did not care enough for her.
When she was on her side, Vieira rested her head on her arm and closed her eyes. The position was stretching the skin and muscle on her back and she had to give it from reprieve. Vieira managed to feel her legs again and she kicked them out of response, the tingling feeling shooting up her body as she scuffled back but ultimately collapsing a few feet from the commotion just beneath a tree. The cold air slowed down the blood flow out of her back, perhaps the only thing to help her, but sitting in the snow did nothing to help her. Her body shivered and she tried to curl her legs into her chest but she could only do so much while feeling so dazed and in so much pain. The woman did not even notice the fight going on just yards away or the fact her attacker fled the scene.
Vieira was freezing and she had to try and warm herself despite the snow sinking into her pelt. [html]
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From one point to the next, Vieira did not know what was going on. The wolf was holding her down into the ground and the wound on her back was bleeding onto the white snow the froze her body. Her entire being was freezing and even the point where her blood was escaping was cold when it should have been burning hot. After the hit in the head, the woman could not form a coherent thought and she only saw his form above her in a blur. Her golden eyes tried to focus on him but at this time, she gave up. He was going to take her life and she had no struggle inside her to fight him. One part of her brain was ready to give in. Her life had been nothing but hell and pain and rape and torture; death was better than this. But there was something that not had been beaten out of her that hoped she would survive. Perhaps it was the pain holding on to her or the fact life was not so terrible here as it was where she was from. Either way, she wanted no more pain.
Relief filled her body in an instant and a shadow covered her form. Her head rested sideways in the snow and she stared blankly into the fuzzy terrain. A scent filled her nostrils that she blearily recognized as Snake. She tried to lift her head but she could not feel the rest of her body. Just the pain from her back. Vieira lifted her arm to shield her face and rub her eyes, doing her best to move her form away from what was going. The two quickly became interested only in each other and she was thankful no attention was paid to her. Snake was her savior and she was an unworthy slave that did not deserve rescue but she would be eternally grateful. She was sure any of her formers owners might have let her die. Astaroth would have let her rot because she could not produce his children and Eris simply did not care enough for her.
When she was on her side, Vieira rested her head on her arm and closed her eyes. The position was stretching the skin and muscle on her back and she had to give it from reprieve. Vieira managed to feel her legs again and she kicked them out of response, the tingling feeling shooting up her body as she scuffled back but ultimately collapsing a few feet from the commotion just beneath a tree. The cold air slowed down the blood flow out of her back, perhaps the only thing to help her, but sitting in the snow did nothing to help her. Her body shivered and she tried to curl her legs into her chest but she could only do so much while feeling so dazed and in so much pain. The woman did not even notice the fight going on just yards away or the fact her attacker fled the scene.
Vieira was freezing and she had to try and warm herself despite the snow sinking into her pelt. [html]