Save Me From This Hell

The girl wailed, breaking the surface of the river as she finally came to a more calm part of the river. She gasped for air, coughing as she did so. She had taken in way too much water from her fall way upstream, and she was far to frail to last this long. If she hadn't come to the calm part just now, she wouldn't have made it -- this river would have claimed her young soul. The masked girl was weak, some of her bones showing clearly through her sopping wet fur. Her mother and father had wandered off, and she had grown bored and wanted to explore. So she tried to make her way back to Alacritia on her own, but she wasn't even a year old yet. She knew how to hunt, but not very well. While she had been chasing a rabbit she had tripped near the riverbank, and her tiny body easily fell right it. She had been fighting against the current for almost half an hour now, and the muscles in her pale legs were wobbly as she dragged herself to the shore. Charmeine wasn't even able to fully pull herself out of the river, flopping with her front half on the damp shore. Her midsection of her back and down still rested in the water, the steady flow pulling her tail downstream.

Charm closed her bright cyan eyes, turning her head as she vomited out some water that she had swallowed. She felt parched, and oh so tired. Her weary head flopped onto her legs, gray ears pulling back against her pale skull. Sides heaved as she fought to breath normally, her lungs greedily sucking in all the air she could take. The poor girl was now so far away from her parents, and her scent would have been washed away from where she fell in. So lost, alone, and nearly starved and drowned. And not even a year old...