01-13-2010, 11:27 PM
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Vieira had a shadow of fear glazed over her eyes. She had no idea the other backed off, ran away, and Snake was still hanging around to take care of her. Her vision was slightly blurred and when the male approached, she flinched and began to back away. It did not look like a wolf at all, the only sort of inclination of her attacked because she did not get a decent look at his features to determine him if she ever had to point him out. Vieira tried to back away from him the closer he got but her movement and placement of her limbs were scattered and without much purpose. She did not know this was Snake, her friend and savior, trying to help her. He was trying to touch her, pulling her closer to him and she yelped in surprise. Her squirming did little (her movements were not as exaggerated as she was trying to make them) and she fell into his arms despite her efforts. His arm was near her wound and that made her squirm further in order to give him trouble.
If Snake lost the battle and the wolf was taking her away to rape and kill her later, she had to try and stop it despite her hazy mind.
The location of his arm made her twitch. He was holding her high on her back and her wound was in the same area, her skin twisting upon his grip and she had no fight in her to hold back. Her limbs felt heavy and any movement to hit her abductor would be no use. She was not going to get far. Vieira inhaled a long scent when her nose turned to his chest and it was only then did she calm down. Any attempts to escape were ceased, her heart beat began to slow, and she started to feel relaxed even if the pain in her back was growing. She could not tell whether or not she was still bleeding, her back was already soaked and the snow had done a little to stop it. Now the tissue was under the pressure of Snake's arm and threatening to continue or further bleed against his own skin. Her head rested against his upper arm, taking longer and deeper breaths to ease the pain.
When the two of them came to a stop, the woman grimaced as he moved her around and finally laying her on the ground. She appreciated his gentleness, how kind he was being and that he did not leave her out there or take her straight back to Kaena (later, she might have wanted this but right now she was in too much pain to deal with any rage Kaena might have for her). Her golden eyes became closed off against heavy eyelids as he fiddled with the fire and when it started, she could instantly feel the warmth it radiated. She tried to twist herself to get closer and as the fire grew, she imagined she became within inches of the flame when she barely moved at all. Exhaustion began to set in her form while the man worked. Vieira did her best to help him, trying to lift herself up, raising her arms, but she felt more in the way than actually assisting his work. It was simply not in her, dazed or not, to do no work.
The tight fitted cloth was constricting of her form but it squeezed the wound on her back, causing a sort of numb feeling and she was thankful to have something to stop the leading and further mess of a wound. She tried to turn into the fire to face it but it was too difficult and her breathing ended up becoming shallow in certain positions. Her glazed eyes looked up at his form and, completely calm, she regained a full sight and consciousness of the situation. Her ears fell back against her head, her gaze dropped, and tears well up in her eyes. It was a mix of pain, physical and emotional, over what happened. It proved her weakness and inability to protect herself or others, her real uselessness inside the pack she was supposed to call home. Vieira knew Kaena would see this of her, combine everything else she could not do, and throw her out. Her hand covered her eyes and rested on her muzzle, the weight of the situation resting heavily on her.
The slave parted her jaw to speak but a hoarse cry escaped instead.
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Vieira had a shadow of fear glazed over her eyes. She had no idea the other backed off, ran away, and Snake was still hanging around to take care of her. Her vision was slightly blurred and when the male approached, she flinched and began to back away. It did not look like a wolf at all, the only sort of inclination of her attacked because she did not get a decent look at his features to determine him if she ever had to point him out. Vieira tried to back away from him the closer he got but her movement and placement of her limbs were scattered and without much purpose. She did not know this was Snake, her friend and savior, trying to help her. He was trying to touch her, pulling her closer to him and she yelped in surprise. Her squirming did little (her movements were not as exaggerated as she was trying to make them) and she fell into his arms despite her efforts. His arm was near her wound and that made her squirm further in order to give him trouble.
If Snake lost the battle and the wolf was taking her away to rape and kill her later, she had to try and stop it despite her hazy mind.
The location of his arm made her twitch. He was holding her high on her back and her wound was in the same area, her skin twisting upon his grip and she had no fight in her to hold back. Her limbs felt heavy and any movement to hit her abductor would be no use. She was not going to get far. Vieira inhaled a long scent when her nose turned to his chest and it was only then did she calm down. Any attempts to escape were ceased, her heart beat began to slow, and she started to feel relaxed even if the pain in her back was growing. She could not tell whether or not she was still bleeding, her back was already soaked and the snow had done a little to stop it. Now the tissue was under the pressure of Snake's arm and threatening to continue or further bleed against his own skin. Her head rested against his upper arm, taking longer and deeper breaths to ease the pain.
When the two of them came to a stop, the woman grimaced as he moved her around and finally laying her on the ground. She appreciated his gentleness, how kind he was being and that he did not leave her out there or take her straight back to Kaena (later, she might have wanted this but right now she was in too much pain to deal with any rage Kaena might have for her). Her golden eyes became closed off against heavy eyelids as he fiddled with the fire and when it started, she could instantly feel the warmth it radiated. She tried to twist herself to get closer and as the fire grew, she imagined she became within inches of the flame when she barely moved at all. Exhaustion began to set in her form while the man worked. Vieira did her best to help him, trying to lift herself up, raising her arms, but she felt more in the way than actually assisting his work. It was simply not in her, dazed or not, to do no work.
The tight fitted cloth was constricting of her form but it squeezed the wound on her back, causing a sort of numb feeling and she was thankful to have something to stop the leading and further mess of a wound. She tried to turn into the fire to face it but it was too difficult and her breathing ended up becoming shallow in certain positions. Her glazed eyes looked up at his form and, completely calm, she regained a full sight and consciousness of the situation. Her ears fell back against her head, her gaze dropped, and tears well up in her eyes. It was a mix of pain, physical and emotional, over what happened. It proved her weakness and inability to protect herself or others, her real uselessness inside the pack she was supposed to call home. Vieira knew Kaena would see this of her, combine everything else she could not do, and throw her out. Her hand covered her eyes and rested on her muzzle, the weight of the situation resting heavily on her.
The slave parted her jaw to speak but a hoarse cry escaped instead.
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