Not quite a mountain goat
05-27-2019, 01:18 AM
[sounds good hehe]
Belle let her head rest back onto the ground, cool rock grazing her cheek and eyes fluttering shut. She flinched as the lioness’s tongue began running over her wounds methodically, a warm and sand-papery sensation that also happened to sting like hell on her broken skin. Bellamy jammed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth together. “I’m not going to eat you.” Yeah, like this isn’t the entrée, Bellamy echoed in her head. “Wolves don’t taste very good.” The she-wolf winced, wounds stinging painfully as the barbed tongue ran over them, catching and shifting the still-embedded thorns out.
“Uh-huh.” Bellamy responded sceptically under her breath; was that a hint of sarcasm she detected in her saviour? The she-wolf couldn’t tell. Honestly, there was no point in not trusting the lioness; what else was Bellamy supposed to do, roll off the cliff out of spite? She could hardly caper off to safety, especially not in this kind of terrain.
Bellamy lifted her head up weakly to watch as the lioness got up to grab something, dropping some strange-smelling flowers next to her that made her feel sick in her already nauseous state. That had better not be garnish Bellamy thought despite her previous conviction, eyeing the plants suspiciously.
“I’m not skilled in healing.” Belle gave a drowsy nod in response before getting the overwhelming urge to rest her head again; her head throbbed in pulsating waves. Whatever this creature could do to help her, Bellamy would let her do it. This entire situation was slightly baffling to the she-wolf; not only had this mysterious being not decided to kill her immediately, she was going to help her?
Bellamy couldn’t help but jerk her head up again as the lioness let out a piercing and powerful roar, green eyes snapping open in surprise. “Woah…” She muttered under her breath, unable to help but feel a mixture of unsettlement and awe. Again, Belle couldn’t quite brush off the feeling that the being was simply calling her friends to meal. Whatever, the young wolf thought, laying her cheek down and closing her eyes sleepily, jaw clutched tightly shut in attempts to drown out the burning pain running in flames along her skin. If it really came to that, she would roll straight off the damn rock and into oblivion, Bellamy resolved. That’d show ‘em.
Belle let her head rest back onto the ground, cool rock grazing her cheek and eyes fluttering shut. She flinched as the lioness’s tongue began running over her wounds methodically, a warm and sand-papery sensation that also happened to sting like hell on her broken skin. Bellamy jammed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth together. “I’m not going to eat you.” Yeah, like this isn’t the entrée, Bellamy echoed in her head. “Wolves don’t taste very good.” The she-wolf winced, wounds stinging painfully as the barbed tongue ran over them, catching and shifting the still-embedded thorns out.
“Uh-huh.” Bellamy responded sceptically under her breath; was that a hint of sarcasm she detected in her saviour? The she-wolf couldn’t tell. Honestly, there was no point in not trusting the lioness; what else was Bellamy supposed to do, roll off the cliff out of spite? She could hardly caper off to safety, especially not in this kind of terrain.
Bellamy lifted her head up weakly to watch as the lioness got up to grab something, dropping some strange-smelling flowers next to her that made her feel sick in her already nauseous state. That had better not be garnish Bellamy thought despite her previous conviction, eyeing the plants suspiciously.
“I’m not skilled in healing.” Belle gave a drowsy nod in response before getting the overwhelming urge to rest her head again; her head throbbed in pulsating waves. Whatever this creature could do to help her, Bellamy would let her do it. This entire situation was slightly baffling to the she-wolf; not only had this mysterious being not decided to kill her immediately, she was going to help her?
Bellamy couldn’t help but jerk her head up again as the lioness let out a piercing and powerful roar, green eyes snapping open in surprise. “Woah…” She muttered under her breath, unable to help but feel a mixture of unsettlement and awe. Again, Belle couldn’t quite brush off the feeling that the being was simply calling her friends to meal. Whatever, the young wolf thought, laying her cheek down and closing her eyes sleepily, jaw clutched tightly shut in attempts to drown out the burning pain running in flames along her skin. If it really came to that, she would roll straight off the damn rock and into oblivion, Bellamy resolved. That’d show ‘em.