04-06-2012, 10:22 AM
It had been a hard few days since she was attacked. The once sunny dispositioned, free spirited girl had not said a word. Not to anybody. Myrika and Ethiel had helped treat her wounds, and after them it there had been nothing. If someone tried to come and visit her, she didn't know or wasn't aware of it. Her world was turned upside down, and though it might be melodramatic she didn't know what to do anymore. Everything she held close to her heart, the good she saw in other people, it vanished. The wheat haired woman was suspicious of almost everyone, save for Myrika and Vesper. Those two she forged a friendship with and she could not forget that, even with all the other things swirling in her mind. Her thoughts felt like a can of worms, and she absorbed herself in them.
The attack played in her head, over and over again as she analyzed every step, every smell, every little thing that had transpired. The feeling in her gut just before it happened, she should have known what was going to happen with the recent news of intruders, she should have gotten help, so many things she should have done. There was no victory for her here, nothing to be proud of - and though she had not died she was sure she could have. She was weak, untrained, and unfit to be in the war clan that she used to be so proud to call home. Her mis-matched eyes stared at the ceiling above her, her arms wrapped around her healing body as she just lay there, thinking. The two kittens mewed loudly in hunger, but the yearling didn't hear them. She took no notice until one of them climbed angrily onto her chest and wapped her face lightly with a paw, and it was then that she was startled out of her thoughts.
Sighing to herself, she sat up and pushed herself to the edge of the bed, her blonde hair falling in messy ringlets to her sides. Every movement she made still hurt, and she had to be careful so that she did not re-open any of the cuts. The cuts on her thigh and back were the slowest to heal, and they burned when she moved. Everything was still fresh, though thankfully all the random cuts on her face were healing speedily. It would be a few weeks until her thigh and back were healed, and those more then likely would leave visible scars. The X shaped cut on her chest was deep, though not as deep as the other major injuries. It would be a little while till that scarred over. The yearling didn't move, staying still for several minutes before putting herself slowly to her feet. As she gathered everything that she needed to feed her kits, her thoughts wandered to the others.
Had anybody else been injured? Was it just her? Did anybody even know that she had been attacked? Sighing again, she turned to her closed door, grabbing her kittens and putting them into their special satchel. Opening the door, she wandered down the hallway and down the stairs, reaching the front doors in just a few moments. Cautiously she opened the door, her ears perked as she slowly looked around the surrounding area. Inhaling deeply, she stepped out onto the deck slowly, it creaking under her weight. Confident that there was no one else around, she continued her journey away from the mansion, keeping alert as she moved silently. She kept going straight, not paying attention to where she tread until about five minutes passed and the mansion was out of sight. The woman looked pathetic, her hair a matted mess and her fur unkept, even her wounds weren't looking that great. Her mission after feeding the kits was to find the nearest body of water and clean herself up.
The attack played in her head, over and over again as she analyzed every step, every smell, every little thing that had transpired. The feeling in her gut just before it happened, she should have known what was going to happen with the recent news of intruders, she should have gotten help, so many things she should have done. There was no victory for her here, nothing to be proud of - and though she had not died she was sure she could have. She was weak, untrained, and unfit to be in the war clan that she used to be so proud to call home. Her mis-matched eyes stared at the ceiling above her, her arms wrapped around her healing body as she just lay there, thinking. The two kittens mewed loudly in hunger, but the yearling didn't hear them. She took no notice until one of them climbed angrily onto her chest and wapped her face lightly with a paw, and it was then that she was startled out of her thoughts.
Sighing to herself, she sat up and pushed herself to the edge of the bed, her blonde hair falling in messy ringlets to her sides. Every movement she made still hurt, and she had to be careful so that she did not re-open any of the cuts. The cuts on her thigh and back were the slowest to heal, and they burned when she moved. Everything was still fresh, though thankfully all the random cuts on her face were healing speedily. It would be a few weeks until her thigh and back were healed, and those more then likely would leave visible scars. The X shaped cut on her chest was deep, though not as deep as the other major injuries. It would be a little while till that scarred over. The yearling didn't move, staying still for several minutes before putting herself slowly to her feet. As she gathered everything that she needed to feed her kits, her thoughts wandered to the others.
Had anybody else been injured? Was it just her? Did anybody even know that she had been attacked? Sighing again, she turned to her closed door, grabbing her kittens and putting them into their special satchel. Opening the door, she wandered down the hallway and down the stairs, reaching the front doors in just a few moments. Cautiously she opened the door, her ears perked as she slowly looked around the surrounding area. Inhaling deeply, she stepped out onto the deck slowly, it creaking under her weight. Confident that there was no one else around, she continued her journey away from the mansion, keeping alert as she moved silently. She kept going straight, not paying attention to where she tread until about five minutes passed and the mansion was out of sight. The woman looked pathetic, her hair a matted mess and her fur unkept, even her wounds weren't looking that great. Her mission after feeding the kits was to find the nearest body of water and clean herself up.