07-09-2018, 09:29 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Everything around her felt bottomless. Empty and jelly-like all at the same time, she floated in the great blue midst of it, feeling the stringy fur bunched around her shoulders fall free of the burrs and knots that held them tightly together. Around her, the water was beginning to bleed a darker color, and if she squinted enough in the water she could make out dark particles. Am I dying? she thought, swaying about. Maker, please. she'd never believed in the big git before, but she would be damned if it all didn't exist and she was just being stubborn. She demanded to see her family and friends again, even if by then all their hearts had stopped and her own beliefs were stolen from her.
This feeling of relief did not last long.
Marian began to feel a tug on her side, the waves tossing her around growing stronger and stronger before the current pushed her up onto the shore of a beach. The pressure lost its way with her, and she was gasping out for air, scrambling senselessly on the fringes of an unfamiliar land. A flash of childish fear wormed its way into her sunken stomach as she coughed up water, struggling to manage propping herself up on two legs, never mind four. But each time she made an attempt to right herself, she would fall back down again. "Damn it all," she cursed. "Damn the maker, and damn the rest. I just want to relax, would that be so wrong?" her bones were weary and so was her grief-stricken mind, all stretched beyond what she could have ever imagined.
The skinny wolf, drenched fur clinging to her malnourished, hungry looking body, flashes of ginger fur peeking out from underneath the horrible attempt at dying herself black, finally gave up after a few more attempts and pressed her cheek against the ground, breathing heavily.
This feeling of relief did not last long.
Marian began to feel a tug on her side, the waves tossing her around growing stronger and stronger before the current pushed her up onto the shore of a beach. The pressure lost its way with her, and she was gasping out for air, scrambling senselessly on the fringes of an unfamiliar land. A flash of childish fear wormed its way into her sunken stomach as she coughed up water, struggling to manage propping herself up on two legs, never mind four. But each time she made an attempt to right herself, she would fall back down again. "Damn it all," she cursed. "Damn the maker, and damn the rest. I just want to relax, would that be so wrong?" her bones were weary and so was her grief-stricken mind, all stretched beyond what she could have ever imagined.
The skinny wolf, drenched fur clinging to her malnourished, hungry looking body, flashes of ginger fur peeking out from underneath the horrible attempt at dying herself black, finally gave up after a few more attempts and pressed her cheek against the ground, breathing heavily.