500+ At the moment her whole world had shattered and turned into a nightmare. Just like most children at her age, Noir was not very complicated in any way. When she was happy the whole world shone at her with maximum intensity. However, if she was sad or upset, then her whole world scattered and it would seem impossible that she would ever be the same again. In her mind, she would be stuck here forever, she would die here, and no one would ever find her because she had picked such a good hiding place. In truth, she was ridiculously easy to spot because of her unique tan coat that was a nice contrast to the snow covered ground. Her loud noise (although slightly muffled because the wrong half of her was stuck inside the hole) would also quickly lead someone to her. Through her desperation, Noir thought she maybe heard a noise, but she was unable to quiet herself down. When something touched her side on a spot that was stuck outside the root, she began to wriggle and scream even more. Her little mind could not grasp the easy explanation that it was one of her siblings that had come to her rescue. No, someone wanted to hurt her. Yes, that was it, they had made this trap for her and now a real monster was going to eat her whole. Noir was positive she would never see her beloved family again, nor Toefur for that sake.
Soil was removed and granted the little girl more space and the child quieted down slightly to get her breath back. She was very scared, but the monster had stopped trying to dig her to death, and it was actually possible to get out of the hole now. The little girl had to gather some strength before she began to back out of the hole, this time blessedly successful. Her still baby blue eyes were glued to the ground when she clumsily turned around and spotted Attila’s gray toes. She sniveled slightly, though it was somewhat in relief. It was the fake monster and not the real one that helped her out from her stuck position. Fresh tears still disgraced her tan little face. She had been very upset so she was unable to stop the flow of salty rivers. It got worse when her eyes lifted slightly to take in Ocèane and Toefur. She was laughing at Noir, and she had stolen Toefur, even though Noir had let her know that it made her sad when her darker sister did so. With the terror from being stuck under the root still fresh, she could not stop her lip from starting shivering again. How could she be so mean when Noir was just good to her. They were supposed to have fun and play, not to be mean. She hiccuped in despair and looked back to her paler brother. She could not ask him for help, because she knew he could be just as bad as Ocèane sometimes. Nevertheless she flung herself into his thick furred chest, small hiccuping mewls escaping her throat violently. |
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