Lost
10-07-2017, 12:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-07-2017, 12:03 AM by Jewell.)
The visitor didn't even get the chance to answer her and there was violence playing out. Not directed at the new male, but at her. Her ears pressed back and eyes went wide. Her tail whipped beneath her quickly and she took steps back, granted they were more of limps as she forced her injured leg to help her retreat from this aggression. She didn't quite understand why he was mad, but at the moment she went on instinct. Everything told her to run. Her eyes flash to leshia, silent pleas in them. Tears welled up.
She played the scene over and over in her head, looking for where she had become the enemy here. She shrank back as she looked at Zell's snarling face. This was all wrong. "Jewell just wanna help like Faite...." her voice was barely a whisper. No one truly knew how much she looked up to Faite. Faite didn't need aggression, didn't need help, didn't ever seem to have to rely on someone else. All she could remember was how kind Faite was and how had Jewell had tried to be just like her.
Her legs were shaking as she made her choice. Lifting her injured leg she forced it to work despite the pain that threatened to draw out yelps every time she used it. She slunk off into the foliage, keeping fearful eyes on zell the entire time. He was just like the nightmares, just like Ariet. After she was a good enough distance away she started hobbling again to relieve the pressure and pain. That didn't stop the tears as they streamed down her face. She wanted Faite and she wanted Rory. They were safety. She couldn't go to Rory though, zell would come for her there. And her den wasn't likely much safer. He'd find that easily. She'd have to move even deeper in then. Somewhere that wasn't easy to get to. She was quick to find a willow with twisting roots. It didn't have alot of space under it but the best part was getting under it would take someone of her size or smaller. She quickly crawled under, squeezing past the roots and that was where she curled up. Her eyes were on the slivers of light from outside.
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She played the scene over and over in her head, looking for where she had become the enemy here. She shrank back as she looked at Zell's snarling face. This was all wrong. "Jewell just wanna help like Faite...." her voice was barely a whisper. No one truly knew how much she looked up to Faite. Faite didn't need aggression, didn't need help, didn't ever seem to have to rely on someone else. All she could remember was how kind Faite was and how had Jewell had tried to be just like her.
Her legs were shaking as she made her choice. Lifting her injured leg she forced it to work despite the pain that threatened to draw out yelps every time she used it. She slunk off into the foliage, keeping fearful eyes on zell the entire time. He was just like the nightmares, just like Ariet. After she was a good enough distance away she started hobbling again to relieve the pressure and pain. That didn't stop the tears as they streamed down her face. She wanted Faite and she wanted Rory. They were safety. She couldn't go to Rory though, zell would come for her there. And her den wasn't likely much safer. He'd find that easily. She'd have to move even deeper in then. Somewhere that wasn't easy to get to. She was quick to find a willow with twisting roots. It didn't have alot of space under it but the best part was getting under it would take someone of her size or smaller. She quickly crawled under, squeezing past the roots and that was where she curled up. Her eyes were on the slivers of light from outside.
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