02-04-2020, 11:43 PM
[OOC: Oh wow, I hope I do your first rp in years some justice! Sorry to have you doing double time! It looks like your rp skills are amazing though! I really like the writing!]
It was going fairly well for Schism. She was running, like usual, and while it was hard, Schism didn’t believe that she was going to be gone within the next few moments. Then her head hit dirt, and her paws scrambled against the ground. Her body had officially given up on her, the muscles had become so sore that once she had fallen, it was a terrible struggle just to stand. There was an involuntary whine as she realized what this meant for her. The Pittian had been tracking her for so long...atleast it felt like it was forever in which she had been evading the wolf. To give up now would’ve been a waste. Her last moments of freedom running? The thought alone was an awful one.
She wasn’t strong, she wouldn’t be able to fight back once he found her. It brought such a sense of dread to her that it felt as though she was being crushed. The noise from her fall would surely have been loud enough for anyone within range to hear, not to mention the disheartening noises she made. However, with the last of her energy she began to continue the defiance to being caught. Her movements were shaky, slow, and a definite struggle as she tried to put her last efforts into getting far, far away from the slaver.
Her chest heaved and her lungs burned. Every muscle was sore and every movement made her wince. She was going to fight with her last breath if she had to. That arrogant, selfish, Pittian would have to fight her before she ever becomes a slave again.
Of course, within the moment, a patch of camouflage would be of no notice to Schism as she got closer and closer towards the dinosaur’s resting spot. Really, her surroundings were of no concern as long as it didn’t contain silver fur or the smell of that forsaken Pitt.
It was going fairly well for Schism. She was running, like usual, and while it was hard, Schism didn’t believe that she was going to be gone within the next few moments. Then her head hit dirt, and her paws scrambled against the ground. Her body had officially given up on her, the muscles had become so sore that once she had fallen, it was a terrible struggle just to stand. There was an involuntary whine as she realized what this meant for her. The Pittian had been tracking her for so long...atleast it felt like it was forever in which she had been evading the wolf. To give up now would’ve been a waste. Her last moments of freedom running? The thought alone was an awful one.
She wasn’t strong, she wouldn’t be able to fight back once he found her. It brought such a sense of dread to her that it felt as though she was being crushed. The noise from her fall would surely have been loud enough for anyone within range to hear, not to mention the disheartening noises she made. However, with the last of her energy she began to continue the defiance to being caught. Her movements were shaky, slow, and a definite struggle as she tried to put her last efforts into getting far, far away from the slaver.
Her chest heaved and her lungs burned. Every muscle was sore and every movement made her wince. She was going to fight with her last breath if she had to. That arrogant, selfish, Pittian would have to fight her before she ever becomes a slave again.
Of course, within the moment, a patch of camouflage would be of no notice to Schism as she got closer and closer towards the dinosaur’s resting spot. Really, her surroundings were of no concern as long as it didn’t contain silver fur or the smell of that forsaken Pitt.