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Her paws were still covered with dirt and blood, fur missing in clumps and ears ragged bits of flesh held together by thin pieces of sinew. Seeing double and the only thing driving her forward was her desire to survive. It was a vicious thing that loomed in her mind and pushed her forward when she felt she could go on no longer. When her muscles screamed for a break her mind screamed louder forcing her to keep moving. The sounds of pursuit had faded long ago but it wasn't until her paws reached the soft mud of a riverbank she collapsed.
Side heaving and eyes unfocused she stared towards the sky, wondering if she had done all this for nothing. If she would die here in the mud nothing more than a name cursed by those in her past. So hungry for vengeance and driven by rage she had doomed herself, doomed herself to die in the mud, no legacy to her name and nothing more than another triumph to her tormentors. The scratches they had ripped through her skin burned, but her mind tormented her the worst. These thoughts of her failures, her weakness, mocking her as she lay unable to move any further.
A broken little laugh escape her, weighed down by her own bitterness and anger. She refused to die here, but what could she do. Silently she closed her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing and force herself to move. But even her determination and rage could bring her no further.
It was only by chance that'd he'd wandered this direction as he was supposedly headed the opposite way, but call it a gut feeling or a message from the universe...he somehow felt possessed to answer the call and had thus turned around to see for himself what he'd find beyond the trees. Eventually clearing the shadows. From there on it had become pungent with each step, the scent of iron. Blood. While others may have hesitated in continuing forward once they'd caught wind of the scent.
His steps remained sure as he continued along his way.
Eyes traveling the terrain, slowly, quietly. In the distance sticking out of the mud he found her stained with a mixture of the earth and life essence of her body. Not quite death but from the looks of it, whomever they were wouldn't be far off for long. Still he didn't rush when he'd seen her. Positioning himself on top of the bank before he sat down. In the brief moment he pondered on the decisions on what to do next.
This stranger. It really wasn't worth doing anything if she was just going to lay submitting herself to death. It wasn't at all interesting to him. Still staring, still no movement..He'd just about given up when for a brief moment he noticed her eyes flicker open again—meeting his.
Could she see him? The chills that ran through his spine at the life that was burning in her tattered body. So she didn't want to give up..interesting...very interesting—the thought amused him as he finally stood to his paws. He made his way down to the bottom of the riverbank, like a specter he drifted towards her on light paws before the haunting wolfish grey tom hovered over her - the deep golden pools of his gaze bore down on her.
"Now, now little fighter, this is no place to sleep.."
[hope this okay, I kind of suck in the first couple responses of threads and I'm a bit rusty, it's been awhile since I've rped]
"Little... I haven't heard that in a long time." She chuckled weakly as she peeled her eyes open once more and stared at the figure above her, with a smile full of teeth. It was the best she could do, to weak and exhausted to move. Adrenaline exhausted in her flight from death, nothing left to bring her to her paws to face yet another possible end. "Has death come to claim me then?" The words were weak, a mere rasp. It was difficult to tell if she was perhaps so far gone she thought he was truly death and she had already died or if she was asking if he was going to kill her.
Letting her eyes closed once more she managed to twitch the tip of her tail and wondered if that meant she was still alive. Surely it must, surely if she had died she would no longer be in so much pain. But what if it was her punishment for her sins, to suffer even in death for what she had done. As if to further cause her misery there was an ominous crash and then the skies opened up, with not a whisper but a roar.
The water poured down upon them, cutting itself into the bank to turn the clay like mud into a watery mixture that had her struggling to lift her head. The river grew turbulent behind her, responding to natures calls, to the skies crying. If she was not dead then she would be soon she thought as she peeled her eyes open to watch the rain batter her fur to her skin and feed the rivers waters.
Has death come to claim me then? Whiskers twitching at her question, he let it hang in the air as he mulled it over with amusement. "They do indeed call me death..." He amusingly shared his thoughts aloud, "But not today, I'm on break lucky for you.." His tone gentle before a clap of thunder faded his words out.
Coming all down at once, before he could speak again a downpour was upon them, plastering his fur to his lean and rather massive form. It was due or die time as some cats would put it, save her or leave her for dead, after all they were only strangers.
With her poor condition it seemed obvious that he would leave her to drown, but instead as if to defy the universe and whomever was out there pulling the strings. Peering down at her for only a moment; like a rag doll the tom easily slung her over the top of his shoulders. He wasn't about to let her story end, not if he had any say in it. "Hey, didn't I just say I was on a break..you can't go dying on death now.." He was already half way up the bank when he'd started speaking again.
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POSTEDJul 13, 2019 22:04:48 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
The movement sparked agony across her as she let out a sharp hiss, if she had the strength she would have twisted free and tried to retaliate but all she could do was hiss. A laugh escaped her though it was more a hiss of breath than anything as she thought towards the hilarity of it all. Wondering if she was getting delirious from a fever, this surely had to be a dream conjured up by the pieces of her that still dared to hope for better futures.
[ gonna time-skip a couple days after this when she's gotten out of the worst of it. or at-least isn't mostly dead.]
Golden eyes peeled open as she raised her head eyes scanning the little hole in the wall den the tom had dumped her in, perhaps saying dumped was a little ungrateful of her. But she had never been skilled in gratitude. The tom was still an unnamed figure to her, a mystery she didn't yet have the energy to worry about puzzling over. He could just as well kill her in her sleep, something she found herself doing often as she struggled to regain strength.
Replying on others generosity that could turn any moment had her in a perpetual state of unease. Not enough words between then to tell her what sort of goals the other even had. This morning being the first she felt like she was still alive, the others having felt more like struggles forced upon her by some forsaken soul that wished her as much pain as possible.
