Post by seoris on Sept 16, 2005 16:56:57 GMT -5
A sharp yelp shattered the morning silence- blood began seeping to the ground...
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The soft white fur of the young cub was stained a deep crimson as she she lay, unable to move, on the crinkling edged of dead leaves. Shivering with an inner cold although a fever raged through her petite body, Seoris gulped back reddened saliva and heaved, trying to force the liquid from her lungs. A soft, simple whimper was pitched from her parched throat- she lay, unable to move, in a land that was unfamilair to her- doomed a fate no wolf would want.
The blood had stopped flowing from the gaping wound that ran from a deep gash on her neck into the ripped flesh that exposed muscle on her shoulder; her front paw was contorted and lay at an odd angle.
No kerl will want me. Seoris thought as a tear slipped down her dainty face. Hazel eyes glazed and she slid her lids over them, trying to find the damp darkness that lulled her into a dreamless sleep...
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Red , brown, and orange leaves drfited slowly down from the immense oak trees that towered over the mountainous region, a small white body was barely visible under one; a hideous gash left her entire side open, exposed nearly to the bone. Would a lone kerl try to save her? Or perhaps a neighboring pack?
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The soft white fur of the young cub was stained a deep crimson as she she lay, unable to move, on the crinkling edged of dead leaves. Shivering with an inner cold although a fever raged through her petite body, Seoris gulped back reddened saliva and heaved, trying to force the liquid from her lungs. A soft, simple whimper was pitched from her parched throat- she lay, unable to move, in a land that was unfamilair to her- doomed a fate no wolf would want.
The blood had stopped flowing from the gaping wound that ran from a deep gash on her neck into the ripped flesh that exposed muscle on her shoulder; her front paw was contorted and lay at an odd angle.
No kerl will want me. Seoris thought as a tear slipped down her dainty face. Hazel eyes glazed and she slid her lids over them, trying to find the damp darkness that lulled her into a dreamless sleep...
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Red , brown, and orange leaves drfited slowly down from the immense oak trees that towered over the mountainous region, a small white body was barely visible under one; a hideous gash left her entire side open, exposed nearly to the bone. Would a lone kerl try to save her? Or perhaps a neighboring pack?