She's the girl with the story no on will believe
02-01-2017, 02:12 PM
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Her paws touched down, every step a loud thud in her sensitive eardrums. Her pace was hurried. The warmth of the land soaked into her fur, warming every scar upon her body. The scents were all a mixture in her head. She was picking through them as quickly as possible, practice making this easier for her. Her eyes were unfocused on any one thing, it was almost impossible for her to see where she went but there was certain things she used to move. Though with her hurried pace she didn't exactly notice everything. That was how it so happened that the orchard trees were becoming quite the obstacle for the female. She had been able to skirt around most of them but this one seemed to come out of nowhere. It forced her to plant her rump upon the ground. Her left forepaw came up, touching to her muzzle where she had hit the tree. It wasn't bleeding much to her relief but it stung, due to the rough bark scraping her nose. Her ears pressed back as she listened in her silence. She was in rough shape she knew. She wasn't good at hunting for herself and was surviving on carrion and fruits. Her rear left leg had four long gashes, all recent. They were scabbing over but there was still the pricks of blood that came from them. It stung in this position so she adjusted to allow her leg to straighten out to the side. She was on the run, hoping to stay away from her former master. He was cruel and had hurt her in every way he could. How she had got here was an escape, and recently she had thought she had caught his scent and heard him laugh, it caused her to panic. She sat there and lowered her paw. A deep breath was taken by her and she closed her mint green eyes. The angry scars over them connecting then, as she focused upon the sounds and scents. She had to make sure her safety wasn't in jeopardy before she set about caring for her leg once more. "" |
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