Post by Siren on Apr 25, 2018 18:52:00 GMT -6
She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.
Even though the days were rather rough, the heat was something she was not accustomed to at all. But the night was when she felt free and wild, she felt like her body appreciated it much more. Swollen in size from the litter of pups she carried within her womb, walking was becoming harder and harder with each day. The level of uncomfortable feelings seemed to rise as well, like the ever rising sun. She knew not who the father was, nor did she really care. She would love her young, care for them more than herself. The female waited until the heat of day had passed and the sun was setting beyond the horizon. It was then she decided to take a little walk out of the territory again, not wishing to stay within the barren and devastated lands of Khalsa. It was home for a prisoner, and that was not where she wanted to be in life.
She wanted to get away from everything, from everyone. She wished that she could just pop the pups out right now, and figure out a way to carry them all to safety. She wondered what pack she could go to. She heard of Aludri from that weird canine creature, and mentioned going there. But she did not know the way. Being in the southern part of the territory, she wanted to find the gulf. She had seen lush greens growing there, and she wanted to be by the water. It would not be too cold or too hot, but perfect. The young female made her way to the shoreline, and laid down on the soft grains of sand. It felt way more comfortable than the dried dirt that littered the grounds of Khalsa. Her paw was close enough to touch the water, and she dipped it in delicately. She kept dropping her paw and lifting it over and over again. She released a deep sigh and stared off into the ever fading sun.
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Tags | Beowulf
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