by canter » Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:12 am
[I think I'll skip that part littlebean, sorry. They just don't look anything like Serenity at all, thanks for describing them though, and thanks for your time. :3]
Serenity awoke, dried blood caking her beautiful golden fur. She felt weak, too weak to stir and lick her neck. Instead, she dropped her head on the hard earth and let sleep envelope her in its warm cloak. She slept restlessly, waking up sweating every few hours. When she finally awoke for good, some of her strength had come back. She gasped and dragged air into her desperate lungs. She drew hollow, ragged breathes. She stirred and yelped, glancing at her brocken paw. She clenched her fangs and growled as she strained to get up, she got to a lumpy sitting position and growled at the pain. She thrashed slightly before doubling over in pain, her pain was throbbing in her mind, her blood rushing through her ears, who were pinned back in effort and anger. She finally sat, briefly balanced and sprung at the chance. She deployted her wings noisily and launched herself into the air, only to drop alltitude dangerously low before regaining control. She gasped as she was in the air, her body was horribly tilted to the left, as her broken wing was on that side. She swallowed blood annd then coughed it back up, forgetting to beat the wings in her violent movements. She fanned them out uingracefully and cursed. She twisted her face in absolute pain. She writhed in the air, clenching and grinding her fangs together, enduring the throbbing pain. She eventually half fell, half landed in her tree, which she was used to laying in and slipped on the wet bark, her claws slipping. She caught her grip just in time, her claws gripped into the tree and her hind legs dangling from the précipice. She gasped and pulled herself up as blood started to flow from her nostrils. She made a sharp movement and her paw hit her neck, and blood trinkled from there too. She cursed in anger at the stars. She lay, trying to get confortable and slowly nursed herself.
*pant pant pant x3*
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