Im on my knees

*Poppy* · 09-06-2013, 10:57 AM

She was a rather thin and lanky creature, with her muscles that once were hidden with the lack of nourishment. It wasn't a thing that the youth thought to hide, nor would she even have the effort to either. She was like a river, consistently moving to finds its destination. Poppy would sigh, letting it stray away from the blood kissed lips as a scent would swipe the nose, she had stepped into borders. It sent her heart racing, skipping a beet and dancing, her head would start to become dizzy and all the autumn dame wanted to do was curl away into the shadows; alone. Her limbs would feel as though they where stiffening down onto the spot, before slowly backing away to stand mere inches away from the territory. It would be true to say she didn't know what was happing or what would happen. The youth didn't know whether to flee or stay put, she was a simple object in this world, lifeless and numb to the surroundings and threats, or that's how it felt in this moment in time. She was hungry, tired and felt defeated after fighting for all these months, her ribcage would show through the skin, almost escaping from her structure. The icy blue hues would glue onto a spot, the borderline. No words would assess through the brain, dumbfounded. A few months ago Poppy showed potential for the future, strong and adventurous with the satisfying sense to kill. The girl had her whole life set and secured. To only be driven out a mere few weeks later after her father was found dead upon a battle field, he died to protect his family, his friends and pack. But because of that, poppy still lives- clinging onto that thought as a type of comfort. Not the man that died trying, falling lifeless upon the ground in front of his baby girl, no. He still lives on, in thoughts, memory's.. and even his soul.

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