hellstorm
01-23-2014, 04:46 PM
It was dangerous here, but all the girl could think about was Enola. Where was Enola? She needed to be somewhere safe. Enola needed to be rescued. This was only because the girl was worried about her adopted sister. Enola! Where are you? She howled, hoping the wind didn't drown out her voice. Considering she couldn't hear her own voice, she considered that her sister might not have heard her. And in this rain..... A little angry, the girl stomped a white paw into a puddle. Where was her sister, exactly? Raising her voice to howl once more, Silveris let her bi-colored eyes look around, and noticed the black and crimson wolf just as something hit her side. Stumbling, the girl almost fell before she looked at her side. A large rock, that had been picked up and flown sideways, had stabbed itself into her side. Blood crowded around the edge of the rock, matting her fur a little. Whimpering, the girl was reminded of when she met her adopted mother. But there was no time to stay there and let the rock stay in her side. Flopping on her right side, the one that wasn't hurt, the girl struggled to get the rock out of her side. Her jaws scraped it, before her neck was tired and she dropped her head with a whimper. But the rock couldn't stay in her side. Moving her head back to the rock, she clamped her jaws on it quickly, and it was yanked out as her head fell back. Now, she just needed help with the wound. A yelp from the black and crimson wolf told Silveris that something had happened to her. But, the pain in her side was so great that the girl couldn't get up. She yelped loudly. Help... Talk like this |