Rhythm is a dancer
02-17-2015, 02:23 AM
The morning did give enough sunlight enough for her to enjoy. She was in a clearing of the mangrove, tree's and roots twisting around her like a small spotlight. The warmth hitting her russet fur only just perfectly to send it sparkling even in its slightly starving form. The imprints of ribs sticking to her fur, she was filling out for sure but one could still tell that she had been hungry for a very, very long time. Her crystal blue eyes were following a small butterfly that was flying in front of her. Her crippled leg limped off to the side, just dangling there like a deer holding its leg up. Though in her own mind, she started to hum a little tune as the bug decided to land on the front of her nose.
In the midst of her thoughts, she did speak aloud. "Maybe you can't see little butterfly, but I am very ugly, this scar on my face and an ugly useless leg. I don't belong here and yet, I'm indulging in it and taking advantage of my family when I don't even know if I'll be able to control myself." small tears would futter from the edges of her eyes. She would laugh a little bit, it hurt her heart honestly. Depression was something hard to deal with, but it was there. Even if she was feeling better, she had problems. And she felt like her family hated her for that. She was ugly, and the healer was too scared to do anything. Even if she looked, completely composed. |