05-04-2008, 10:47 PM
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[/html]Everything here was so new to the fragile and frightened Montidora. She did not know whether or not she liked it or not, or even trusted it. Everything was too good right now to be possible. She figured she had a bad fall and hit her head, and was now in a deep sleep. At least it was a good dream. She dreaded to really wake. Reality was far too cruel to want to wake up from this paradise. She blinked her red eyes warily, head raising from the comfortable pillow. She had stretched out her childish, puppy body- it had been strewn across the bed carelessly. By now she was a bit healthier looking, but her ribs had yet to be hidden.
She moved out of the bed and crept outside, needing the fresh air. As a wolf by blood, being caged never felt too good to her, especially having been in the open all her life. She saw another figure, one who looked like Maria, but a little bigger, more masculine. Her eyes scanned him in a timid manner before she crept away, ignoring the rain thrashing on her soft skin. The rain dribbled off of her eyes, onto her chin, and then off in an instant. Her paw-pads spread apart to gain more able-footing across the ground, being a very clumsy child she had to be careful. She was lanky and her legs were always getting in the way. She managed to stumble over herself and bash her chin into the ground, letting out a loud cry, but silencing herself afterwards. On her own she realized that crying led predators to you and she was unable to fend for herself. Not even for a second did she think that this individual would ever try and help her out if worse came to worse, because no one else ever had.
She had grown up living life alone. So alone, in fact, that she did not know true love, care, or warmth. Marias kindness was but a dream to her, a blurry, confusing one that she was still trying to understand.