Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2012 11:17:36 GMT -5
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| [atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img441/7313/noellatablem2.png] Voices swirled above her, bodies shuffled, and emotions ran high, but the pretty little femme was dead to it all. Okay, so she wasn't quite dead yet. Her heart was still beating, blood coursing within her veins. Neurons fired in her brain, faint signals picking up the world around her. She could hear though the words made no sense. She could smell though her breaths were shallow. She could breath, she could feel, and though she saw only darkness, had she been willing to open those aqua blue eyes she would have been able to see. It was more a matter of want. She did not want to be doing all those things. Death seemed like the better option. And yet the reaper would not come. Fangs sank into the thinning scruff on her neck, two sets. They lifted her, pulling, dragging. And then she felt a head on her stomach and her body tensed, trying to fight it. Get away! Get away! Not her soft underbelly that had once been swollen thick with new life. The pressure caused an old pain to bubble to the surface. Though the current movement, the pushing and the pulling and the dragging did not hurt her, the memories did. And, lost in the recesses of her mind, memories were all she currently had. Memories of miscarriage, of loss and abandonment. Memories that had lead her to the hear and now. Memories she wanted nothing more than to forget. When finally the pack reached the dens and her body was released, the female slumped to the ground with a small whimper. Then... silence. She did not move except for the slow rise and fall of her chest above her ribs. Unable to move, or maybe unwilling, she lay there, still. What the others were doing she had no idea, nor did she really care. Right now she needed sleep, rest, peace. And it would be two more days before she would awake again, body healed and stomach starving. For now, however, rest. |
| [atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img441/7313/noellatablem2.png] tagged: open | words: 336 notes: alright, Noella is spending the rest of this thread passed out so you guys can all skip her from this point forward. |
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