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Posted on March 16, 2013 at 03:43:26 AM by Latika
Everything you do reflects who you are, always be a lady and never do anything you do not want to explain to the whole pack Her mothers words rang out in her head, she only remembers the days of her youth, up until she was a little over a year and was taken. She does remember the day, being dragged from her scruff as she watched the brutality over her pack, well she was more like forced to watch and then was taken never to see her siblings or pack family again. Thats were the darkness sets in, thats were her memory is gone at least up till that big black male helped her escape and even then she did not really remember who he was or why he helped her so. All she felt was the adrenalin to fly, get her skinny little wounded but and run! She would have if her limp was not so pronounced at the time but she put quite the distance between her "masters" and herself. Her gimp in her right hind was still present but not nearly as troublesome to here. Her skinny frame had more meat on it then before too, no longer did her hip bones protrude, her ribs, though still visible were not deathly poking out into the open. Yet her face still held the brutal scars of her recent past. The large slash on her muzzle would never fully heal and she would forever hold a fur-less mark there. With hope and rest her gimp would go away or be less noticeable but that only time would tell. Today had been a good day in Latika's book. She had managed to find a left over fawn carcass that possibly a coyote or even maybe a bear or another lone wolf had left over. It did not nearly fill her stomach but anything was better then nothing at all. For being a loner she had learned to become quite the scavenger. Latika hated being a loner but feared being part of a pack again. The fear would send painful memories, more so in the physical aspect then actual real memories. this was one reason why she was almost a mute now, she fear of saying the wrong thing, looking the wrong way or well doing anything in the wrong way. She had been reprogrammed and not in a good way. At this moment in her life, Latika was a mound of clay just waiting to be reshaped and molded into who ever got to her first. The only problem was she did not think she could trust another again, but this would not matter if another was more along the lines of a foe rather then a friend. If she encountered another foe who knows how far gone she would become, maybe to the point of no return. There was hope for this girl though, deep down under her emerald green eyes and earthy toned pelt, there was hope but she didn't know this. The sun was at it's highest point in the sky and the air was cold and nipping at her nose as she moved with a hitch through the grassy lands. It held a peacefulness to it and for a moment she stopped and gently lay her slender frame to the ground for a rest. The soft ground acted as a pillow for her weary body and she soon found her eyes drooping and shutting closed as her mind drifted off into the blissfulness of her dreams. Grey Wolf ~ Homeless ~ Loved by no one ~ Soul guarded by no one ~ 4 Years ~ Brownie
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- What has become of Me - By Lucid March 23, 2013 at 00:53:32 AM
Can a butterfly with no wings still fly? - By Latika March 23, 2013 at 02:33:35 AM
What has become of Me - By Lucid March 24, 2013 at 06:17:08 PM
Can a butterfly with no wings still fly - By Latika March 26, 2013 at 04:12:54 AM
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