Forever in your skin

While her knee-jerk reaction was to snap at the brute carrying her, she also understood the necessity to make a trade. As her body shifted, with each of his strides, she clenched her teeth in an effort to center herself, though it seemed she couldn’t do that, and continued to breathe. As she got adjusted, uncontrollable panting overtook her current state of being. But at least the water’s edge was in sight.

She cried out as she landed in the damp sand, her weakened frame falling in a heap against the ground- it might as well have been concrete. She struggled for a moment, to quickly alleviate any unnecessary tension from her dislocated leg. True to her nature, the desire to berate with snarky wit and hateful words was ever present. However, in her exhaustion, she didn’t have any fight left to pull from. Instead, she remained limp, gasping for air between whines, as the frozen ground began to sink into her bones. The breath had been forced from her body, and as she struggled to regain it, she felt the sudden pressure against her shoulder. Her bruised muscles tensed out of reflex- a faint and breathy groan escaped through her parted jaw as any thought toward getting a drink was momentarily abandoned.

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