Word Count: 698 , Points: 6 ;; Hunky dory is the word of the day. XD Pardon if any of my Spanish is wrong. I'm not exactly fluent. (: For some reason the Spanish letters aren't working.
It took a conscious effort on Rosario's part to not thrash about in her current predicament. Even the slightest of movements would cause the wood piercing her right leg to dig in painfully, sending a sharp reminder and releasing a fresh plume of crimson life blood. She was shoulder deep into the log, which caused her body to twist at a rather unnatural angle. This disallowed her any great movement and placed her jaws in a position where she couldn't properly maneuver them to bite at her soggy captor. Despite it all, Rosario despised the feeling of helplessness and of being trapped. When she discovered there was not much she could do, she wanted to throw her body into frustrated convulsions to try and dislodge her leg. This, however, would've been incredibly painful and if the bulk of her body slid off the log, her leg might've snapped. Knowing this, she kept herself still but hated every moment of it.
Even though she loathed being at the mercy of any living being, Rosario was immensely grateful when she noticed the advancement of a four legged figure some distance down the beach. She squinted her deep azure orbs at the ebony, chocolate, and ivory figure on the approach, immediately noticing the size and build in comparison to her own. A wolf? Not good. Suddenly her relief turned to horror. Was it perhaps a wolf Luperci from another pack that would, instead of saving her, go on the offensive and attack? Rosario knew it was too late to attempt to hide, as the other was coming straight for her and had undoubtedly already heard her cries for help. She struggled a bit against her restraint, wincing as the pain registered immediately. She then resigned herself to the fact that she would helpless against whatever fate lie in store.
When the wolfish canine came nearer, Rosario immediately stilled her movements and flattened her ears on her head. The little silver bell piercing her right aud ceased its jingling immediately. She said nothing as the femme surveyed the situation, simply waiting to see what would happen. What came next shocked the coyote so much that it effectively rendered her speechless -- someone else that spoke Spanish! The words were like silk on Rosario's senses, which had so long been neglected by the harsh syllables of English. This had to be some kind of godsend.
Rosario was still unable to find words when her rescuer began to take action against the log which had fatefully trapped the coyote. Honestly, the movement of the wood did cause her some measure of pain, but the resonating crack of sucess was like music to Rosario's soul. The driftwood completely collapsed beneath her, the rot giving way to the strain of weight, and the strong stench of decay filled the air as little bugs scattered around.
It took her a few moments to regain composure, but Rosario quickly straightened and moved off of the slick debris, situating herself instead on the sand adjacent to the other femme. A slow trail of blood leaked from a long, deep gash in her leg, though it was nothing severe enough to cause alarm. A few splinters of wood still protruded from the wound which gave it a rather grisly appearance. Well, wasn't this hunky dory! For the moment, Rosario completely ignored her leg and instead focused warily on her savior, her crown held low and auds tucked back in preparation for some sort of assault. Her body language showed no aggression, simply defensiveness.
It was with a soft, slightly excited tone that she quickly slurred, "Muchos gracias, senorita. Gracias. Me llamo Rosario. Habla pequeno ingles. Y tu? {Thank you very much, miss. Thank you. My name is Rosario. I speak a little English. And you?}" Rosario showed the proper gratitude, but she still remained on high alert in case the situation changed and escalated into something dangerous. She tested her weight on her right leg and found it rather weak. If it came down to it, she might be able to run, but definitely not very far. The coyote would just have to wait and see what the wolf's intentions were.
Big thank you to Sie for the beautiful table!
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