there's nothing more for me
03-26-2020, 05:52 AM
Rava didn’t have much hope for her future, with mud that caked her fur and the rain that fell on her cloak. This cage was all she could know, and the fear of the unknown weighed heavily on her slender shoulders. She sunk into herself as best as she could, if no one noticed her maybe she would simply disappear into nothing. Silver eyes snapped open as her attempt at not existing was called out.
The voice wasn’t that of a slaver, it was softer than anything she had been given so far. Rava peered out from beneath her hood to take in the regal for that had called out to her. The girl would have rather become the mud at her feet than accept some kind of interest. The star sparkled she wolf looked around, wondering if a guard might halt her movement.
Quietly and tentatively the tiny woman shuffled forward, unable to go against some kind of order. Mud covered black paws brought her forward to the sad excuse for an awning. She pressed herself against the wall behind them, her moon like eyes unable to meet the kind orbs of the veiled beauty. She wondered if she should thank the woman, whose chain made obvious she was no slaver but slave herself.
Rava’s lips parted, but no words came from her. Fear gripped hold tight and she remained quiet, small form pressed against the wooden slats like her life depended upon how close she was. Her whimpering ceased. ”Who are you?” She managed to whisper from beneath the forest green hood that hid her features.
The voice wasn’t that of a slaver, it was softer than anything she had been given so far. Rava peered out from beneath her hood to take in the regal for that had called out to her. The girl would have rather become the mud at her feet than accept some kind of interest. The star sparkled she wolf looked around, wondering if a guard might halt her movement.
Quietly and tentatively the tiny woman shuffled forward, unable to go against some kind of order. Mud covered black paws brought her forward to the sad excuse for an awning. She pressed herself against the wall behind them, her moon like eyes unable to meet the kind orbs of the veiled beauty. She wondered if she should thank the woman, whose chain made obvious she was no slaver but slave herself.
Rava’s lips parted, but no words came from her. Fear gripped hold tight and she remained quiet, small form pressed against the wooden slats like her life depended upon how close she was. Her whimpering ceased. ”Who are you?” She managed to whisper from beneath the forest green hood that hid her features.