why are you following me?
12-17-2020, 08:29 PM
She sat there for a whole, her body submerged under the cold water that her body had already gone numb too, humming to herself quietly as she listened to the water around her roar. She licked at her lips every so often pulling the beads of water that had splashed in her face off her only dry bit of coat, she grumbled out softly as her ears flicked back to her skull gaze moving back in the direction of where the blackbird had once sat. He was gone and she wasn't surprised what fun would it be to watch a blind wolf sit in a pool of water. Her hind lifted from the ground pulling heavy amounts of silt and whatever had settled at the bottom of the Rio to the surface pushing off with her hind end as she swam deeper into the water, paddling around without much care in the world. She always loved to swim, how it made her feel like she was floating in midair, her paws thrashed quickly but in some sort of rhythm as the small amount of webbing between her toes as they spread gripping the water before pulling the limb back to herself pushing herself quickly threw the semi-clear water. After about 10 minutes she found herself back in shallow water her feet pressed against the sinking bottom as she hiked her wet frame out of the water, it was only obvious now how well in shape she was as muscles bludged from under the coat that laid flush to her black skin. the slickness of her dark fur exposed the 8 empty teets hanging from her belly where pups had once nursed in their lifetime. She couldn't say she was the best mother to that litter of kin as all of them were dead by now, none able to escape the ruthless jaws of the brown fae, it was a task that needed to be done, they created in a stupid love of war. Maybe one day she would have another batch, after all she would need something or someone to be at her side when she completely lost her sight. It was only the backup plan for now at least, it would be hard to find one accepting to stud at her age, most of the brutes going for ones younger, less..damaged than herself. she shook, the excess of water flying from her petite frame, standing in the middle of nowhere shaking like the frail bitch she was as the cool wind nipped at her wet skin. "Your alone in this world" |
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