Stopping to sip the red wine

*Felicita* · (This post was last modified: 11-09-2013, 07:36 PM by Felicita.)

Felicita was unaware of anything for a long time. No sound, no feeling, blurred sight. The only thing she felt was the pointed ivory canines latched onto the skin of her scruff, creating deep puncture wounds. She was dragged for an indeterminate amount of time, the seconds minutes, the hours seconds. Felicita could not tell how long it was at all, no. She came slightly back to her senses when she felt the crushing, scissoring pressure of Oddity's jaws release her skin. Too used to her muscles being entirely limp, Felicita's head dropped and smacked into the cold hard ground. She blinked a couple of times,slightly dazed from the blow. The removal of Oddity's teeth caused the wounds to start bleeding even more profusely, pooling around her before gradually slowing. Fell wasn't sure what to do, what was going on. She could continue to lie there, broken. Or she could give one last stand and get up and run. There was no telling how far she would make it by the time they caught her, but Fell was nearly willing to give it a try. In fact, her muscles had been clenching and flexing, preparing to launch herself off of the ground and take off at a dead run when she tensed in agitation while she listened to Oddity speak.

"If you try to run it'll only hurt more my little deer. Try to relax, and you can avoid anything else hurting you." His words gave her pause, and Felicita wasn't quite sure what to do. Was the possibility of escape worth risking the injury? And that was when Felicita decided. She didn't want to be the child that everyone walked all over because they knew they could get away with it. Not anymore. She was going to be a woman, she was going to be strong. She was going to try. If she failed, so what? Nobody could call her a coward, at least. Felicita could not help that she had been born the runt of the litter, the smallest wolf in her entire pack. She had to make do with what she had, as hard as it was for her. But this day, this time, she was not going to give up. Not when she still had breath in her lungs and fight in her heart. And Felicita knew what she had to do.

Going for surprise, Felicita tried not to tense her muscles too noticeably, in hopes not to catch his attention before she could take off. Felicita's heart started pounding wildly, and for an insane second, Fell almost worried that he could hear it. A knot had formed in her stomach and throat, making it hard to swallow and at the same time making her feel like she was going to throw up. She knew that it was just the adrenaline, but the feeling was hard to overcome. Felicita braced herself, took a deep breath, and on the count of three... Launched herself out of the snow in a flurry of paws and flying chunks of snow, and took off within milliseconds of finding purchase with her dainty paws. Legs stretched out to the maximum, heart racing, breath huffing, Felicita ran, specks of blood flinging off of her pelt. She ran faster than she had ever run in her life, hoping, praying, that she would be fast enough.

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