05-27-2010, 02:27 PM
(This is a tad longer than my previous posts. I'm sure I can get up to scratch with posing longer and more efficent posts, but it may take some time of rping here xD))
Her thoughts were filled with raging creatures and horrible things,
all mixed together in a whirlwind of evil. She looked up, and when
The woman spoke of staying still occured as a good idea. She lay
still as a statue- only daring to move when she needed to breath.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps and sighs, and she shook her
head, realising that it was a stupid idea to run so fast- but she to run...
She had to run to get away- she always had the urge to run, to hide, to
keep on hiding. Sometimes she actually forgot herself what she was running
from, but then the dreams had to come and remind her. She had made her way
here slowly, only stopping to sleep- her fur had covered most of the wounds
and she had mostly ignored them- not seeking any help, but she was
unsure why they had suddenly started hurting more than usual. There
was a few fresh cuts over her head and body- the most recent was a
deep claw mark on her right flank. She also beared several old wounds-
dating back from since she could remeber. At the womans question
Belle tilted her head slightly, her own ruby eyes locking onto the
womans emmerald; 'Save me if you can- But I fear it will be a waste
of time' Once the words had slipped from her mouth- she was unable
to stop them- what was she doing? I thought I wanted to die-
And now I'm asking for help? She thought to herself, solemly
growling to herself with a subtle tone of anger. But she was
having seacond thoughts.... did she really want to die?
Would it not be better to live? To feel the pleasent feeling
of wind on fur and the sun beating down on her chest once more?
To be able to run and play through trees and meadows, maybe
gaining the childhood she never had? To live like a normal pup...
She had never had that privilidge. Maybe this wolfess was her ticket
to freedom... Belle had realised by now that this woman obviously
Had other family members living here, and that this was a pack.
Maybe she could adapt to pack life? The thought struck her mind
but fell away as soon as it occured to her- she would never live
happily along others again- she was pretty sure of that.
Scarred for life, and death.
Belle tore her gaze away from the womans, she felt it had lingered
there long enough- but there was always somthing nagging
at the back of her mind as she lay there silently- she could
try living in a pack- couldn't she? She thought maybe once
she was well enough she might ask the woman if she could join-
After all- there was no harm in trying. Now all she had to do
was wait- wait for the outcome.
Her thoughts were filled with raging creatures and horrible things,
all mixed together in a whirlwind of evil. She looked up, and when
The woman spoke of staying still occured as a good idea. She lay
still as a statue- only daring to move when she needed to breath.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps and sighs, and she shook her
head, realising that it was a stupid idea to run so fast- but she to run...
She had to run to get away- she always had the urge to run, to hide, to
keep on hiding. Sometimes she actually forgot herself what she was running
from, but then the dreams had to come and remind her. She had made her way
here slowly, only stopping to sleep- her fur had covered most of the wounds
and she had mostly ignored them- not seeking any help, but she was
unsure why they had suddenly started hurting more than usual. There
was a few fresh cuts over her head and body- the most recent was a
deep claw mark on her right flank. She also beared several old wounds-
dating back from since she could remeber. At the womans question
Belle tilted her head slightly, her own ruby eyes locking onto the
womans emmerald; 'Save me if you can- But I fear it will be a waste
of time' Once the words had slipped from her mouth- she was unable
to stop them- what was she doing? I thought I wanted to die-
And now I'm asking for help? She thought to herself, solemly
growling to herself with a subtle tone of anger. But she was
having seacond thoughts.... did she really want to die?
Would it not be better to live? To feel the pleasent feeling
of wind on fur and the sun beating down on her chest once more?
To be able to run and play through trees and meadows, maybe
gaining the childhood she never had? To live like a normal pup...
She had never had that privilidge. Maybe this wolfess was her ticket
to freedom... Belle had realised by now that this woman obviously
Had other family members living here, and that this was a pack.
Maybe she could adapt to pack life? The thought struck her mind
but fell away as soon as it occured to her- she would never live
happily along others again- she was pretty sure of that.
Scarred for life, and death.
Belle tore her gaze away from the womans, she felt it had lingered
there long enough- but there was always somthing nagging
at the back of her mind as she lay there silently- she could
try living in a pack- couldn't she? She thought maybe once
she was well enough she might ask the woman if she could join-
After all- there was no harm in trying. Now all she had to do
was wait- wait for the outcome.