Resident minor how do you plead
11-13-2014, 10:05 PM
The world around her suddenly became much smaller. Her heart beating against her chest making her breathing more rapid. She wasn't as tiny as some, like that green lady, but her immune system was shot as well as her body. She would never grow up to be a fighter. She had trouble catching mice period, Sarka felt like she was a failure. She didn't belong here, and she didn't want to spend her life being taken care of. She didn't want to feel the guilt of being saved, if her father, her brothers, got hurt protecting her it just wouldn't feel right. Just as these thoughts came to mind, the one she knew as father was blocking the wind from hitting her. Sarka's cyan eyes widening a little in her panic attack. Her breathing audible through her jaws now. The world around her grew quiet, and she couldn't answer him. Did she really belong there? She didn't know, she didn't even want to try. Sarka tried to shut her muzzle, but the breaths kept coming and her heart beating faster and she wanted it to stop even the noise was distracting. Their family had grown from her mother and her brothers to much more than that. Those ladies Sarak saw when she had been hiding from them, and then there was kismet and soren who she would never consider her brothers they just weren't like the others. She didn't want to be in a pack, she didn't want to be in a group, it was just too much for her. After he finished, more tears piled up on her already red eyes, her nose running as she sobbed a little silently. She was scared of him, she couldn't help him. Sarka knew that he was her father, that he probably loved her, but she didn't. She was terrified of what she would cause to others, and what dangers posed a threat to her fragile life. She had always been that way, even when they were children she had never played, she spent the time taking care of a god damn sunflower. She shut her eyes and couldn't stop breathing so heavily her chest was beginning to get tighter. Why did he have to say death, the word only triggered more of her anxiety. The flashes and thoughts of her poor sunflower, of her mother the only thing she had known laying across the floor in the same blood that a prey animal did. She shivered covering her face with her paws, could he really accept her as she was? She didn't want to live in a huge group of wolves, she wanted to live in a quiet little den. Someplace where she didn't have to be worried about speaking, worried about giving out her precious moments of breath. ?I speak? |