by Terra Dragon » Sun Oct 24, 2010 11:21 am
((Now, now, now, don't be doing all this one-linedness. lol))
Terra didn't believe Demon when he said he was okay, but she didn't pursue the question further, as she could plainly see what was wrong. His leg was at an odd angle and hanging a bit limply, and the looks of pain where on his face despite the cover he slipped over them. She watched them both as they went to sleep, and eventually went to sit cross legged in the shade, escaping from the rays of the sun beating down in the midday heat. She watched the wolf as he growled and thrashed his legs in sleep. Sleeping animals had always interested her, the way they moved as they dreamt. She had seen dogs do it, horses, cats and even rats. The wolf shot up suddenly and shouted "No!" She was puzzled for a moment, but kept quite as the two talked, listening carefully, but unobtrusively. She gathered information as well. Something about a bear-She knew a bear that lived around here. One of her oldest friends, a very old and scarred Kodiak Bear, a big teddy bear at heart, although he was two faced in the way he was also the fiercest and strongest warrior that could be imagined. He fascinated her in many ways, her old friend Sir Salmonclaw, she wished he was her father, in a way. It would have been better than her actual father. He had been an anthro donkey, very large and scarred, an ugly, angry, drunk, abusive brute. He had provided what she and her mother -a mare- had needed at the time, but he also treated her like a slave, making her work for no pay for hours in any weather, as well as beat her nearly every day for no good reason, at least to Terra. She hated him all through her childhood. Once her mom had been found dead one morning, from a diabetic attack, Terra lost nearly everything. She had loved her mother, and she didn't have her anymore. She- Terra stopped her train of thought, a wave of massive guilt, fear and hate washing over her. She couldn't think of the next moment. She pushed the secrets from her past out of her mind and shook her head, making a small horse-snort kinda sound in the process. She saw another wolf, named Jeriko, stand up. Finally, trying to completely forget the unpleasantness, she carefully got up and strode to the small group, sitting down next to them. "So. You... fought a bear? Can you tell me the story?"
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul.
And sings the tune, without the words,
And never stops at all."Imperfection is Beauty, Madness is Genius, and it's Better to be Absolutely Ridiculous than Absolutely Boring." -Marilyn Monroe
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