Wanderer

Belle · 07-04-2010, 03:55 AM

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Squelch.
Squelch.
Belle picked her paws up slowly, mud dripping off her small feet, and she continued padding her way across unknown lands, searching for water. The adolesents' throat scorched with pain- it was hot and dry- and her head was heavy with dehydration. She was not having a good day at all. The canis had woken up early, her head swimming; and it had just continued to get worse. Unfortunately, she had the annoying habit of snapping at people when she was angry or upset, so if she encountered anyone in this ugly place, she would probably not act as friendly as she was usually. Belle looked around her. Surely this was the most treacherous, dour place she had encountered yet?
She was below a shallow outcrop of trees which were slowly wasting away... every now and again a piece of muddy bark would peel of simultaneously, and go flying- to hit her on her temple. Everywhere she looked, she just happened to see disgusting, squelching mud that looked like it would suck you in any second... it was the colour of burnt sienna. It was when she was thinking- yet again- about how horrible this place was, that something got hold of her leg, and would not let go. She felt herself being pulled downwards, and fast.
Oh gosh! Its a SWAMP! She cried to herself, as she struggled to clamour upwards... but the mud was now slipping and sliding about shoulder level. This is it. Stupid little Belle is finally dead meat! She hated thinking ill of herself; but she was so sure she was going to die she really did not care. With no hope left, she let the mud gently suck her downwards...downwards.

But then- something landed on her nose. A small, white butterfly. She could sense it, sense its feelings towards her.
There is hope left for you, child... and with that tiny flutter of a remark, the insect flew away- as if nothing had happened. Belle shook her head, and snorted. Butterflies cannot talk! She stared in its direction- but then something caught her eye... a branch of some sort.
The mud was seeping over her neck.
No! She cried out, and with all the strength she had, all clustered up in one, she tore her body out of the mud, grasping the branch with her teeth. Once she had a good grip, she pulled on it, and then jumped- letting go in midair, and doing a whirlwind of flips. She was flying in the dull breeze... until gravity began to get the better of her. She began to hurtle downwards- into whatever lay below.

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