Post by loukia on Jul 7, 2006 13:28:10 GMT -5
Mother...A distant thought, clawed frantically together in her damaged mind. All dark, all lost...blind... The small cub stumbled forwards, tripping over twisted roots that create ridges in the ground. Her fur was slicked a dark brown with the mud, her eyes squeezed shut against the stinging rain and mud. Charging forward every now and then, trying to plow through the muddy forest. "What is this?" Loukia murmurred to herself as she continued on her jarring journey. "Hell? Thunder cracked overhead, the faemme squealing in surprise, unable to see the cause os the racket. It was a wonder Loukia could stay on her large paws, the mud going everywhere, her senses recoiling from the cold sticky substance, slippery and squidgy, horrific to one who had no idea what it was. Every crack of lightning brought another squeal, her fear voiced to all around her. Thankfully, any predators were kept at bay by the severe storm, giving the cub a chance to survive without something picking her off for an afternoon snack. Some afternoon, the sky was so dark itmay aswell have been night. Suddenly, Loukia's front legs slipped forward, splaying slightly outwards and cuasing ehr to bang her nose int he mud slick. It was in her nostrils, disabling her ability to breathe through ehr nose. Gasping for air, Loukia instinctively lifted ehr head up, her eyes blinking open to reveal to orbs of sky blue, staring away into the distance, cold. Blind.
Where had she come from? She did not know. Why was she blind? She did not know. What was she? Even that, Loukia could not answer. But in this cruel world, what did it matter? Such distinctions as species, names, genders, they were all irrelevant in Hell, weren't they? Was she dead? The little red wolf must be to be experiencing such horror. But, no, she could still breathe? But, then again, it was only barely, her stricken form lying on the ground, her scent washed away by the rain. She didn't exist in this world, and nor did she want to. If no one, no kind face, no gentle voice, no healing hand, came, Loukia was as good as dead. And, in this weather, it was innevitable.
((Bleh, bad post.))
Where had she come from? She did not know. Why was she blind? She did not know. What was she? Even that, Loukia could not answer. But in this cruel world, what did it matter? Such distinctions as species, names, genders, they were all irrelevant in Hell, weren't they? Was she dead? The little red wolf must be to be experiencing such horror. But, no, she could still breathe? But, then again, it was only barely, her stricken form lying on the ground, her scent washed away by the rain. She didn't exist in this world, and nor did she want to. If no one, no kind face, no gentle voice, no healing hand, came, Loukia was as good as dead. And, in this weather, it was innevitable.
((Bleh, bad post.))