Treatment
11-06-2013, 02:14 AM
She had made it. Thanks to Gretel's brother Hansel, Avalon had been able to escape from the war unscathed...well, for the most part. Her paw pads stung, the girl limping as she favored her back left leg. Though Canttina had damaged her leg and brutally attacked her their first meeting, her leg had never been allowed to heal properly. Bite wounds still oozed puss and liquid blood, a couple of the wounds on her hind thigh smelling infected but she had learned to stop complaining, else it would earn her more hurt and pain. Avalon had thought that she couldn't be broken, but during her time in slavery she had begun to feel that thought wane. Gretel after all, had seemed to accept it as if there was no hope. That's what Avalon had seen anyway. She only hoped that Kestrel was safe and remained uninjured. Dragging her paws in the dust, she walked slowly behind the others, the Valhallan healer and the Seracian healer ahead of her with Gretel. Avalon had not said a word since they came to the Seracian borders, she simply kept her head down and averted eye contact with anyone. In the time of being kept in the dark, she learned not to make eye contact to the women of amenti, for whenever she did Ryu or someone else would beat her for no other reason. Her pelt had lost it's fluffiness and luster, the silky smoothness her pelt once held was gone now as it festered with dirt, grime, blood and other impurities. She halted just a yard or two behind the others as they stopped near a big wooden building. Ears lied flat atop her head as she grew wary. Her muscles aching, belly rumbling from the lack of food. She had always remained starved, only given a scrap here and there and often times forced to eat the occasional wandering bug or mouse. Other times she would eat small bits of grass or weeds that would grow up between the cracks of the boards that floored the SS Antiox. She watched everyone go inside, Gretel and the healers as she slowly and hesitantly followed. She said not a word as she watched Gretel choose a stall, and Avalon would walk past her to lie down in the corner that was hidden in shadows. She would press her back into the corner, a small whine escaping past her lips in a barely audible whisper as the motion hurt the muscles in her back. Her tail swept over her extended left leg, her right side upon the floor as she placed her head on her paws. She wasn't sure how to react to kindness anymore, not after what Canttina had done. She had trusted her, and it only ended up hurting her. She swallowed nervously as Imena approached them with some medicinal herbs, Avalon's fearful gaze eyeing the poppy seeds though she made no motion nor indication towards them even as Imena spoke. As Imena approached her, Avalon instinctively made a low rumble within her chest. Her body shrinking away from the woman. Though she hadn't meant to, her current mentality on trusting others or allowing them to get near her had faded into the thoughts that perhaps they really weren't good...but just masked themselves that way. She would cease her low growl to a barely audible rumble within the pits of her chest, and slowly turned her head away to stare at the wall. Talk like this |
