Finding Asylum
08-23-2013, 10:12 AM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
Orica knew nothing between the time she felt the sand hit her head and the time that water did. She knew nothing of the stranger's brave feat of dragging her across the dunes, but rather quickly she was able to put two and two together. It took a bit of time though. First all she saw was the blue sky tipped in green. Then a very different green of Cross's eyes. "Cross?" she murmured, frowning slightly. She smacked her lips, feeling the water from the splashes on her muzzle. She couldn't even think to drink at first though. She just rolled over - her paw tips in the water, as she raised her weary, pounding head. It's a very scary thing to wake up in a different place than you fell asleep. It took the little one a moment to figure out that she wasn't dreaming. Something had happened. They'd nearly died the two of them. But... but they'd had help! Suddenly she was whipping her tortured head around - looking for the other wolf. There! The male was laying a few paces away. "Cross-help him!" she said. Another time it should've been an urgent shout, but now it was only a dry, broken whisper. She was reward with a movement of her white cousin, but she couldn't hold her head up any longer. She dipped it down into the life-giving water and drank gratefully from the oasis. So far, she decided she hated the desert. |