12-24-2008, 05:54 PM
Iskata was cornered by the screams in the darkness. She knew who's voice it was but she didn't want to believe what she knew had just happened. She'd been in a dead sleep when the assult had happened and before she could even stop to think she'd sent her own child careening into the fireplace. The blind woman's own screams were too much as she believed that she'd killed her own daughter. It seemed in a split second the door had been opened and the scent of burning flesh and smoke were disapating as the voice of Pepe rang over the yowls that were slowly fading from her young daughter's voice.
Zana had no clue what she'd done, she'd just wanted to play with the warm fuzzy lady who was always around but never paid her any attention. She'd thought that for once she'd get all the elder wolf's attention and yet something had happened and all she could feel was pain and smell a horrid smell. Her throat was hoarse from screaming as she sat thrashing about in the fireplace. Another voice called out above hers and even one more joined the chaotic sounds in the room as suddenly she felt herself being pulled out of the flames. Then there was darkness as she felt something wrapped around her, the heat disappearing but the throbbing pain seemed to blossom along her hindlegs, rump and tail. She closed her eyes and lay there panting as it all seemed over so quickly.
The elder Sadira closed her eyes tight as she began to sob, her paws scraping over hear ears as though she could drive the sound out of her mind. She couldn't see the work that Pepe was doing to kill the flames that had just begun to lick at Zana's body, she didn't know that the girl was even alive anymore, all she knew was that this had all been her fault. She should have been more careful, she should never have been in the same room as the child, she should have been awake. A million thoughts flickered through her mind as she sobbed, the sounds of the wailing extinguished from the room as Pepe had finished his work.
There really wasn't that much damage done to the small puppy, her rump was slightly blistered and the back of her heels as well, most of the problem was her poor once fluffy tail. Where there had been silky soft fur moments before was deminished to half that, singed and pathedic looking with a stick of bright red burnt tail sticking out the end. Zana whimpered and cried as she tried to move away from the creamy white male who was helping her. She wanted her Dabi but he wasn't here. She had just wanted to play..
Zana had no clue what she'd done, she'd just wanted to play with the warm fuzzy lady who was always around but never paid her any attention. She'd thought that for once she'd get all the elder wolf's attention and yet something had happened and all she could feel was pain and smell a horrid smell. Her throat was hoarse from screaming as she sat thrashing about in the fireplace. Another voice called out above hers and even one more joined the chaotic sounds in the room as suddenly she felt herself being pulled out of the flames. Then there was darkness as she felt something wrapped around her, the heat disappearing but the throbbing pain seemed to blossom along her hindlegs, rump and tail. She closed her eyes and lay there panting as it all seemed over so quickly.
The elder Sadira closed her eyes tight as she began to sob, her paws scraping over hear ears as though she could drive the sound out of her mind. She couldn't see the work that Pepe was doing to kill the flames that had just begun to lick at Zana's body, she didn't know that the girl was even alive anymore, all she knew was that this had all been her fault. She should have been more careful, she should never have been in the same room as the child, she should have been awake. A million thoughts flickered through her mind as she sobbed, the sounds of the wailing extinguished from the room as Pepe had finished his work.
There really wasn't that much damage done to the small puppy, her rump was slightly blistered and the back of her heels as well, most of the problem was her poor once fluffy tail. Where there had been silky soft fur moments before was deminished to half that, singed and pathedic looking with a stick of bright red burnt tail sticking out the end. Zana whimpered and cried as she tried to move away from the creamy white male who was helping her. She wanted her Dabi but he wasn't here. She had just wanted to play..