06-27-2019, 10:06 AM
♛ But, boy, don't get too comfortable —
For a child, this was the worst place to be. This place of living nightmares, and unspoken hell was not for a child. Only those who harmed children or something within that realm spoke of that promise were allowed here. The young amor leopard cub found herself on the brink of exhaustion. These lands were not like the simpler comforts of the jungle, that if she could even see something that resembled, a vine covered tree or shade for that matter. All she could see in her dim silverish aquamarine eyes were sand, and more sand.
Sprawling on her limbs, body pressing against the far to warm sands. Flanks heaving with effort to keep her mind from swimming, she had no idea of where she was, and how far she was from home. The only thing she could remember was smoke, and blood. Each, evidence by scents clinging onto her pelt, swallowing what little air she could into her lungs to push back whatever fears she could already feel heaving into her stomach.
She was alone.
Her mama, was probably now long gone from now.
She could trust literally no one.
Creation help her.
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