The Haunted and The Hunted
08-10-2018, 02:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-13-2018, 11:32 AM by Shikoba II.)
Days, weeks, months; how long had she been running? She couldn't remember honestly. All she knew was she had to run as far as she possibly could. She just had to! The fear driven her far far from home but it also had such a control on her that she was loosing all logic. One look at this wolf and one could clearly see she had not been taking care of herself for a very long time. Her rich coat was matted and covered in dirt, she was so thin for her already fragile looking body, and her eyes seemed dull, void of anything but that fear. Her only thought was to push as many miles between herself and the place she came from. But even that was not enough. He could always find her, and once he did, she'd shiver with just the mere thought.
Unknown to her, she had crossed into a claimed land. She was blind to everything. The poor girl could barely even get a decent night of sleep. She drank from any water source she might come across in her run, if only a few second before some noise startled her into a sprint. Her paranoia was extreme and was making her very reckless. The only good sense she had was keep low and small, silent and move fast, keeping to the shadows when she could.
For a moment she would pause to catch her breath, body shaking with nerves and lack of much need TLC. Icy blue orbs closed for maybe just a moment too long as her body crashed to the ground from falling asleep. But as soon as she hit the ground she scrambled back up to her paws. Head whipped around, eyes bewildered yet searching to make sure HE wasn't there. Satisfied she shook herself out before taking a unsteady step forward. With mid-day upon her, the sun was hitting down its warmth on her, trying to lull her into a sleep. But she couldn't, it wasn't safe. It was never safe.
Unknown to her, she had crossed into a claimed land. She was blind to everything. The poor girl could barely even get a decent night of sleep. She drank from any water source she might come across in her run, if only a few second before some noise startled her into a sprint. Her paranoia was extreme and was making her very reckless. The only good sense she had was keep low and small, silent and move fast, keeping to the shadows when she could.
For a moment she would pause to catch her breath, body shaking with nerves and lack of much need TLC. Icy blue orbs closed for maybe just a moment too long as her body crashed to the ground from falling asleep. But as soon as she hit the ground she scrambled back up to her paws. Head whipped around, eyes bewildered yet searching to make sure HE wasn't there. Satisfied she shook herself out before taking a unsteady step forward. With mid-day upon her, the sun was hitting down its warmth on her, trying to lull her into a sleep. But she couldn't, it wasn't safe. It was never safe.