paralyzing comfort

i am no what you want. i am a broken toy.

Feathers that she had missed started to tickle her nose with every breath she exhales and inhaled, as if to taunt her as she rested her head against her weary paws. A slight amount of pain caused her to flinch as her narrow chest expanded with every intake of oxygen, pressuring her healing injuries into the winter kissed ground. There was comfort in the way the mocha male touched and kneed her fur to work out the tangles she had given up on fixing, something she felt her mother should have done before her final breath was taken but she could never blame the woman. If such an omega showed any form of weakness to her own flesh and blood it was obvious that Cashmere would have her life ended sooner than they tried.



Sadness filled eyes closed to the world that now seemed to shine with a full glory of the fiery sun, she could not stand looking at the gentle blue in the sky that almost matched the color one of her eyes had. With every lick and pull of a tangle her fur was becoming the soft shine that she once had before her death sentence was carried out. The tickle was finally getting to her; the gentle touch of a soft feather was starting to wear on the exhausted girl?s mind. A quick huff escaped her lips as the pale stripped feather took off into the breeze, carrying it higher than she could have imagined.



The child let her eyes open once more when his reassuring touch came as a reaction to her words, allowing her body to move on its own and let her lift her heavy head from her red stained legs. She could not help but lean into such a touch, one she did not know she had longed for and yet she had to fight her body to also freeze at such a touch. It was an internal conflict, the part of her that found this touch to be something she needed and the part of her that screamed at her to run away.




Tall blond ears flicked back to catch any words he had to offer, his apologies for what her pack mates did to her as they tossed her around like a broken ragdoll. Why was it so hard for her to believe that anyone could be sorry for what they did to her, was is not her fault that it happened? The two side fought each other to try and answer such a question but all quieted down when he fan his cold nose along the sources of her pain, causing her to shiver form the feeling."Ye-yes." The words came out still with a very obvious crack of misuse and yet this was getting easier to do but an emotion that threatened her to cry was poured into the single word answer. Why was this all getting to her now had she not cried enough about being thrown aside, had she not felt enough pain over the only life she ever knew?