[mikami]

"They'll just rip you apart"
The words echo in my head as I struggle away. My static-y eyes blurred crimson, I drag on. On. On. The oddly clean bandaged area is now burning as I drag the tender wound across the grass. The grass rubs my fur, leaving little green pigment in my underside. I pant heavily as my energy starts giving out. I knew I would survive, but still... I whined. "Maybe I should've listened to Surreal."