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Posted on February 20, 2013 at 04:46:18 PM by Latika
There was a subtle limp as the pathetic malnourished female moves along. Her right rear limb hitching along as she moved slowly over the unfamiliar grounds. Broken hip? no, though painful she could still place the smallest amount of weight on it and maneuver across the lands. Fractured? well that was a possibility but it could also be a very bad bone bruise. Either way it made traveling for this young lassie that much more difficult. Latika honestly did not remember how she got here, there was a very fuzzy memory of a black canine, one who held the scent of a male in her brain but even then she was unsure if that was real or not. She was a lost soul, a broken soul and she knew not who she was. She had been torn down and rebuilt to how her captures wanted her to be. At this very moment she was a mound of clay, unformed and rare all she needed was a sculptor to come create who they wished her to be but this would take a great deal of time. Latika would of course regain her memories good and bad but this would be many moons from now. The smell of blood surrounded her, her face wounds still healing but the scent had not left yet. This made it difficult to survive when so many predators wished to feast upon her, some of them being wolves. She usually traveled in the dark, foolish it might be to some but she found the cloak of blackness soothed her elderly soul. For being only four years old she felt as though her soul was about to departure into the heavens above. The light that dances over her pelt was the only thing that made her look alive. She had lost most animation to herself, only fear controlled her mind. Fear of being beaten, saying the wrong thing, acting the wrong way, not acting at all or saying anything at all. Latika lived in the constant state of doing the wrong thing and the repercussions of that. She froze as the scent of another, a female form came to her noise. She stood in fear as to who it might be. Could be be someone coming to claim her back into the depths of hell were she had escaped? Her emerald eyes spotted the other and what ever way her brain was working she knew that she had never met this wolf before. A soft whimper flew from her lips, much like a whisper as she watch the she wolf before her. Latika's Limbs lower, a more submissive pose for it was best to drop to the ground before one thought different or at least that's what she was told to do. Grey Wolf ~ Homeless ~ Loved by no one ~ Soul guarded by no one ~ 4 Years ~ Brownie
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