Fire and Ice

She had been jerked to her feet by a strange white man. Her first reaction was to fight back but when he let her go, and she stumbled to a standing position his words weren't aggressive. She watched as he turned to walk away and she shook herself, riding the sand from her pelt. Ashamed, that she had to be jerked from this position by a stranger she moved away from the place a slight limp to her walk. She would shake it off before she got home, and would do her best to forget the pain that she had endured. She wouldn't go home until she washed the scent of blood from her bodice, but for now she would retreat to the forest for much needed privacy to lick her wounds. Mentally and physically.

-Exit Roman-