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The husky marked female looked over, she was still lost in her own world with her own thoughts, she wanted to return home, she wanted to find that warmth of a lovers arms. She did not care of the age; she just wanted the one thing. She wanted a family. The older the female got the more her body begged her for children, she had felt the warmth and compassion of love, now she wanted a child, she didn’t care if it was a product of a rape…though would it really be rape if she was willing to pay the price with a litter of pups? She would take the lashings, no matter how they were subjected onto her.
She walked with the winds, moving with them and never against them, where ever it took her she was there. She was faithful that she was to the wind and its ways she wanted to be with her family again. She missed her sisters so much. She wore a gown that did not show her shame, her wrist where cut and hacked away at, that was her sin. She had issues that seem to run in the family the wrist and sharp objects where always running into each other…shame. The female looked down at her tattered soft blue gown that was loose on her, and because of its length she was able to wrap the extra fabric around the length of her arms.
Seeing the young child she looked like she was made from the same cloth that she was, she wanted a life, but she followed where the wind pushed her. The female feet lightly pressed upon the ground, as the female’s feet where taken in by the cold, wet mud. Oh…she did not like this, She would have to clean her legs a few time to restore the shimmer and shine that her legs still had, yes Pontiac was slightly vain about what parts of her body she had not yet damaged.
Walking over to the younger white muzzled child she looked over at her, Pontaic was trying to figure out what was with the feather that she played with. It must have been like how she always played with her hat..When she wore one…now her hair was curled and pinned on top of her head like that of a Greek goddess. ”What are you looking for?” Pontiac asked, her finger played with the hemmed ends of the out fit, as she took some more of the loose fabric that was around her chest as she pushed it up to go over top of her head. It block the glare so she could see what the other was seeing a bit better.
The tan and white lady missed her hat, but she had not found a better of a hat then the tattered hat that she had worn for years upon years, till there was holes in the rim. She was still on the lookout for the perfect hat.
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