Where ever you are.
09-30-2013, 07:50 PM
The girl stumbled uselessly behind her mistress, lagging behind with each step, the distance between her and the demon getting greater. Dark green orbs remained upon her paws, simply following using scent. She knew her new mistress? scent inside and out by now, having practically bathed in it. Her body protested with each step, her right foreleg aching worst of all, the long scar running down it flaring with pain with every jarring step. Her legs were shaking both from lack of use and from lack of food. Her ribs protruded from her bodice, ivory and ebony pelt hanging limply off her like a coat that was ten times too big. Her walking was awkward, lifting her paws as high as she could and putting them down as gingerly as possible, but that did not stop the aching in her paws. The pads broken and sensitive. The boarder was drawing every closer and with it her cage, the prison below a metal roof, and she assumed Canttina?s own den. The woman wanted to stop, to turn and run but she forced herself to take a step over the border, stifling a sob. How did this get to be her new life? Speech, |
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