Post Flaming Workout Recovery
05-05-2019, 06:15 PM
OOC: no family or Ademre, please!
Amaretto paused to hack and spit the smoke from her lungs. She might have thought she knew the meaning of pain and fatigue yesterday, but today proved her wrong. Now she was done. She had nothing left to give. If the fire caught up with her there was no way she could have outrun it. If she forced herself to think about it, and she did because it was a scenario she had to account for, she wouldn't have been able to fight off her attacker if he or she turned up again.
She was tempted to just lay down right there in the dirt. The adrenaline that had fueled her escape was long gone and now she felt every bruise, bite, burn and break that littered her body. Wryly she decided she now had enough injuries to last her a lifetime. That meant she was golden for the rest of her days, right? She could kick back, take it easy and live worry free.
It sounded good anyway.
Okay, yes, she was just going to lay here in the dirt. At least until she got her breath. Without need of further encouragement her legs folded beneath her and she sank to the ground. If it had been an option she would have just melted into the dirt; a sorry puddle of fur, ash and jello legs. Sadly, that wasn't an option so she settled for laying on the surface. It would have to do.
Amaretto paused to hack and spit the smoke from her lungs. She might have thought she knew the meaning of pain and fatigue yesterday, but today proved her wrong. Now she was done. She had nothing left to give. If the fire caught up with her there was no way she could have outrun it. If she forced herself to think about it, and she did because it was a scenario she had to account for, she wouldn't have been able to fight off her attacker if he or she turned up again.
She was tempted to just lay down right there in the dirt. The adrenaline that had fueled her escape was long gone and now she felt every bruise, bite, burn and break that littered her body. Wryly she decided she now had enough injuries to last her a lifetime. That meant she was golden for the rest of her days, right? She could kick back, take it easy and live worry free.
It sounded good anyway.
Okay, yes, she was just going to lay here in the dirt. At least until she got her breath. Without need of further encouragement her legs folded beneath her and she sank to the ground. If it had been an option she would have just melted into the dirt; a sorry puddle of fur, ash and jello legs. Sadly, that wasn't an option so she settled for laying on the surface. It would have to do.
Amaretto has a male cotton top tamarin named Georgi who is with her at all times unless stated otherwise.