Frankly, My Dear...
03-31-2013, 03:03 PM
She was so weak even small movements took an enormous amount of energy. She felt so drained, so exhausted, yet she barley moved besides crawling a few feet here and there. The days seemed to blur, what was it? Monday? Tuesday? She couldn't tell anymore, she couldn't even tell how long she had been out here. Her delicate frame moved slightly as she curled herself up into a ball, tail resting atop her muzzle as she tried to keep herself warm. She could barley hear Gerhardt calling for her, but she couldn't call back. She was already so tired. She just hoped her would stumble across her, maybe pick up her scent and allow that to lead him to her. Speech, |