Not the exercise you thought it was
Shelby
07-21-2021, 12:27 AM
It was strange for her to sleep so deeply and for so late into the morning, but she did today without trying. There was no brute coming to use her, there was no screams or cries from new additions to their hoard of slaves, there was no muttering and haggling from buyers coming to take one of them away. It was quiet and peaceful - things she hadn't felt in a very long time. She had only just begun to stir when she heard Sirius' voice outside the den and her head popped up in response, which quickly reminded her of the sore wounds that were still healing. She winced slightly, but they felt significantly better than they had the day before. "Yes, sir!" she called back, pulling herself to her paws.
She was also quickly reminded of the fact that this was her first time standing up on her own in quite some time. The chains had only been long enough for her to stand, without enough slack to walk anywhere and for the last hand full of days before Sirius found her she had been too weak to try and stand. She wobbled for a moment before she found her footing, stepping carefully out of the den to answer him. If she was being honest with herself she was still really in now shape to start training. Her bones were still very much visible on her sides and spine, her wounds were still fairly fresh, and her muscles were pretty much non existent. But she refused to not try. She refused to let him think that she wasn't worth his effort.
She walked out of the den and dipped her head to him, giving him a small smile. "Good morning, Warlord," she greeted, her voice naturally soft and gentle. She made every effort to stand up properly, silently praying she didn't look as bad as she felt. "Where do we begin?" she questioned, not even knowing where one even started when it came to learning how to fight.