She's the girl with the story no on will believe
02-01-2017, 03:12 PM
Her paws touched down, every step a loud thud in her sensitive eardrums. Her pace was hurried. The warmth of the land soaked into her fur, warming every scar upon her body. The scents were all a mixture in her head. She was picking through them as quickly as possible, practice making this easier for her. Her eyes were unfocused on any one thing, it was almost impossible for her to see where she went but there was certain things she used to move. Though with her hurried pace she didn't exactly notice everything. That was how it so happened that the orchard trees were becoming quite the obstacle for the female. She had been able to skirt around most of them but this one seemed to come out of nowhere. It forced her to plant her rump upon the ground. Her left forepaw came up, touching to her muzzle where she had hit the tree. It wasn't bleeding much to her relief but it stung, due to the rough bark scraping her nose. Her ears pressed back as she listened in her silence. She was in rough shape she knew. She wasn't good at hunting for herself and was surviving on carrion and fruits. Her rear left leg had four long gashes, all recent. They were scabbing over but there was still the pricks of blood that came from them. It stung in this position so she adjusted to allow her leg to straighten out to the side. She was on the run, hoping to stay away from her former master. He was cruel and had hurt her in every way he could. How she had got here was an escape, and recently she had thought she had caught his scent and heard him laugh, it caused her to panic. She sat there and lowered her paw. A deep breath was taken by her and she closed her mint green eyes. The angry scars over them connecting then, as she focused upon the sounds and scents. She had to make sure her safety wasn't in jeopardy before she set about caring for her leg once more. "" |
02-01-2017, 09:47 PM
Her paws lead her in this direction and she was moving cautiously. The nightmares could be anywhere, she knew that. Her ears pressed back and she knew the scent of her fear rose off her. Here brightly colored tail clung to her belly out of fear. Her belly was empty and she was working on filling it. Though the way she was filling it was with the fruits she could find on the ground. They weren't quite as nice as the chunks of meat she remembered her mother bringing her but they were something. Her bicolor bicolored eyes were down but when she lifted them there was another. A female, almost as colorful as her, but she seemed to have two different colors of pink. It was really quite pretty, but confusing because it looked like there wasn't fur in some of the pink. Her ears pressed forward and she tilted her head. Her yellowed paws stopped and she tried to stay silent. Her leg looked hurt and it confused her more. She moved to hide behind a tree but she still kept her eye on the female. She was curious but also slightly scared. "" I see them, and they scare me |
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