There's no place you can hide
She wasn't quite sure why she had come here. Maybe it was the memory imprinted on the back of her brain. For a very short time where Isokan stood, and she had to cringe at the thought. She still wasn't recovered from her wounds, while she had been better off than her armada companion. Arian looked like death loomed over her shoulder, fur was slightly preened and wounds freshly treated. She was very light weight, not overly so, but she looking like she was starving indefinitely. Vereux had sacrificed eating just so that she herself could, an unpayable debt to yet another master. Now, she was worth nothing, she was a sinner if left to her own devices. Arian didn't know where to turn, she wasn't sure and it was difficult to concentrate on her sense of self. The things she suffered from however, were kept a secret. She looked calm collective, the crippled woman having her icy eyes dart over the entrance of the cave. Pacing slightly back and forth at the entrance feeling the ice underneath her paws. It was soft because of the spring. when would she die.....that was a question rolling over her mind. She was with her mother now, she didn't deserve it, she was with her sister and her wife, she didn't deserve it. They hated her, she knew it deep down. They resented her like so many did, she was a sack of meat ready to be harvested. Her ankles weak, her body sore, they were covered in teeth marks. Her body was no longer pure and her heart had been lost in the process.
Arian suddenly dropped the upper part of her body, folding her flimsy paws underneath her. She then rested the lower half of herself. Leaning the uncomfortably crippled leg to the side, if she just lied here, would she starve to death. Death, she sighed, she was terrified paranoid mortified of those thoughts. She didn't want to die, but that's what she deserved. So she'd let others do the thinking for her. She didn't know what else to do, her brain just didn't work right anymore. It was a useless function, if she would die tomorrow, nobody would care. Her mistakes could not be overworked at all or forgiven. |