RUSTED FROM THE RAIN

The delicate babe slipped across unfamiliar grounds, slinking forth, a lissome doll with leggy strides, confident in her nature though still she appeared wary, uncertain of her surroundings. Where were her brothers, her sisters? Her darling family that kept her thriving, eager for them, enraged for their flesh, their affection and attention. It was they she desired, and yet she had not found them, so she hunted, prowling through the rain, her nimble figure drenched -- bones protruding, narrow hips swaying -- the thin tendrils of her coat slicked against her pale flesh. The structure beside her had all but appeared out of nowhere, a ghost -- a demon in the foggy night -- and she prowled along its length, wishing for it to end, to break down and crumble before her so that she might see the other side (as though the earth ended here, and she craved to know what the end of the world looked like). Whining in her frustration, Sev?l threw herself against it, pressing her forepaws up against the cool stone and rising up upon her hind limbs, tail lashing against supple thighs, though she could see nowhere near the top, and dropped back to the earth with an irritable curl of her lips, turning rapidly to continue along its length -- it had to end sometime.