Playing our little game

*Vahva* · 04-01-2014, 01:38 AM

Vahva didn't know how she had placed herself into this situation. She was stuck in the tar, and now she was dearly afraid of being pulled down and starving here or worse drowning. Her white and black fur was tainted with the sticky stuff. Trying to keep her breathing steady instead of threshing about, her eyes darted for some sort of hope of getting out. She tried to raise a paw but when she couldn't she startle to struggle more and more. It was only causing her to sink further, raising her heart beat in a bit of a panic. She growled drowning in her whimpers as well.
"Gods help me!" Vahva yelled out loud, hoping someone would hear her. That or by some off chance a god would come to help her, fat chance of that though. Her tail swished in the black stuff as she stopped her flailing around. Now just starring wide eyed out there, maybe she was better off dying this way? They would never find her body, and then everyone would be happy.

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