Jan 29, 2015 21:57:53 GMT -5
Post by fawn on Jan 29, 2015 21:57:53 GMT -5
|The two year olds small white ears clung tightly against her head as she was shoved around in the forest. She didn't know what was going on, only that the male she had been staying with must have had enough of her. Her bright white coat was unusually dirty and bristled in all directions. Not much like the young, energetic she wolf, who was careful to keep her coat as neat as she could, anymore. Her paws were aching now, every time she stopped to let her small paws catch a break, she got a sharp nip against her hindquarters, and they were back on the move. Her tongue ran dryly over her muzzle and suddenly, a sharp, dominant bark had her stopping in her steps, her tiny body quivering. What was going on?|
She hadn't been out in the real world in a while. She could hardly remember all the different scents that use to fill her nose. The magic of the herbs she could find and how she could learn from them. Oh, how she missed it. As she sat in silence, she couldn't stop her mind from returning to her pup days, when she was the eye of the pack and the one that everybody loved to see. She was just everyone's sunshine. How did she end up here? A small whine erupted from her throat and she immediately regretted it as the large brute turned on her, fangs bristling. The white wold sunk back onto her haunches, backing down until her once white belly draped in the dirt and she lifted her muzzle to lick the brute's chin.
She knew it looked pathetic - but she would rather look pathetic than go through another beating. He snarled at her again and jerked his head to the side, telling her to get up, it was time to get moving. Her ears twitched and for a minute she watched him go, wishing she could run. Far, far away from here. But, she knew she wasn't fast enough, and even if she did escape, he would find her. He always found her. Reluctantly, she quickly got to her paws, stumbling on exhausted paws to catch up with her master. Her head remained low, milk chocolate eyes finding the spots on the ground. She was in some kind of canyon - or so it looked.
The beautiful smell of the forest and the herbs ended there. From then on, it was just large, red, clay like figures. The more they walked, the more the young wolf wanted to turn and run, tail tucked, in the other direction. Something about this place was just rubbing her the wrong way. And her conscience had been right - she didn't want to be here. She wanted to whine, but this time, she held it back, eyes scanning, her fear obvious in this wide eyes. The kind that deer get when they are gazing those death-head lights right in the face. The air smelt of death, urine, feces, horror. The she wolf wanted to turn and run.
Still, she stayed. Despite her fear, she was loyal. She knew she was nothing on her own. Worth nothing to no one. Nothing but a servant. And as cruel as it was, she liked it that way. She wasn't the lonely omega, she had a purpose. Sure, she was terrified, and every instinct screamed no, but her body told a different story. Beside her master, she stood tall, royal white head held high and her eyes clear of emotion.
Whatever he wanted her to do for him, she was ready.
|Not too shabby for an opening && first post. :3|