-- On the edge of expectation.

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Thoughts

The overwhelming scent of pure air, light yet heavy all at the same time. It flooded the vesicles that lined the inside of her young, flexible lungs. The selfish numbing sensation that flooded her cold feet fell up through her nimble legs as she ran, ran as fast as she could. The chilled wind filling her chest with what felt like air, though it was never enough. Clouded huffs of smoke curled out in front of her flaring nostrils. Staying as low to the ground as she could she ran parallel with the earth, keeping herself straight as an arrow as to increase her speed. Debris kicked up beneath her, each step she took fell into a rhythm, quiet and close to the earth.

As she ran the white dove did her best to keep clear of approaching obstacles, her mind at a race with trying to outsmart the angry creature at her tail. Fear overwhelmed her and she struggled to keep her usually nimble self at a normal, careful pace. Her breaths grew stronger as she picked herself up a hill, lean haunches gripping at her weight as she flew herself against the hillside. Pushing against the rigid dirt as it stained her cream underside she launched herself upwards as best as she could, barely missing the swipe of the predator behind her. A rather loud yelp of endangerment escaped her vocals, only to be drowned out quickly by the bellowing roar of the grizzly bear behind her, reaching up to grab and rip at the dove. The mother bear had only been doing what she was programmed to do, protect her young from whatever may have gotten between them, a wandering wolf who didn't have the realization where she had wandered to was no exception to the rule. And now the white colored fae was on the run of her life. Trembling lips hardly closed as she ripped furiously up the hillside in an attempt to escape the roaring beast beneath her. Lavender optics were practically drained of their rich color, opened wide and glistening with fear. Her withers shivered as she continued to try climbing, damp raindrops causing the red clay beneath her to gal and stick to the dirty pelt covering her.

A loose rock suddenly broke her attempted climb, and instead of giving her the chance to reach protection, the white dove felt her heart suddenly sink and her jaw tensed, auds flipped backwards and she felt herself tumble backwards, never one known for strength and endurance, her heartbeat raced in her ear drums and she picked herself up slowly from the terrain below, lungs pounding, mucus and drool escaping her exhausted muzzle, trembling jaw tried to hold her whining at bay, avoiding eye contact with the grizzly before her.

Word Count :: 467

Tags :: Open

Mood :: Terrified, Exhausted