It was the middle of the day, sun beating down on her exposed body. Every inch of her clung steadily to her bones and revealed the extent of her frame. She was malnourished, very malnourished, and desperately needed food. Even through her tired strides she could feel the constant rumble of her stomach and how it rippled through her body as if she had gotten hurt in the area. Every stride she took was full of nothing but pain, body aching, and it was bad enough that she was supposed to sleep during the day. Her eyes hung low with her fur matted and ruffled, dirtied due to the lack of hygiene available within the walls if the Pitt.
"Бежать! Бежать!" [1] The word screamed in her mind as she had finally processed the aching of her body and paws, trying to force herself to go on as long as she could manage. It had been hours since she escaped and no doubt in her mind that Snapdragon had realized by now that she was missing. They would hopefully not hunt for her as she tried to get as far away from The Pitt as she could possibly manage. At first she had been nothing short of a simple traveller, lurking amongst Pitt borders until her reluctant capture. Since then, she served as lower than them, tending to their every will as if she were a lowly piece of prey serving a predator. They made her feel powerless and weak, as if she actually was nothing and good for nothing except tending to the wills of those better than her.
With a few seconds passing by, the thylacine could feel her paws finally give way to the pain that stormed over her body, amber colored eyes closing tight as she allowed her body to shut down. Within moments her frail frame had hit the ground with a sharp thud, pain soaring up every inch of her. This was it, this was her end and she would die here, alone but at least away from the cruelty of The Pitt.
Mynthe closed her eyes for what she thought would be the last time she would ever move them, but the sound of crashing waves reached the pair of ears that lied ontop her head. Water. It had to be. She was always a strong swimmer, graced with fins and gills to be more agile in the water rather than she was on land. If she was able to drag her body into the water, she would be able to swim someplace far from The Pitt. She would be free. This thought clung to the creature as she had mustered up some strength to force herself to the body of water, motivation keeping her going. Her movements were slow and sluggish as she had been crawling at a slow pace towards the water until finally it was within eyesight the sound of crashing waves now louder and overbearing. However, the water was not the only thing within eyesight as there had seemed to be a set of rusted old train tracks that led straight.
The sight of the water built reassurance within Mynthe, the thylacine staggering to her paws. Her body shook violently with every step made, occasionally nearly toppling over her own paws. The only thought that kept her going was the sea, the way the water would cling to her body and allow the support she needed to finally rest. She felt safer in the sea than she ever would on land, knowing not many would try to swim out just to retrieve or get her.
It wasn't long until her fantasies had come true, paws dipping into the water just for her to throw her entire body in in an act of happiness. She was free.. she was truly free. The tiredness that clung to her eyes overwhelmed her completely, lids shutting tight with her body floating in the water. She made no effort to paddle her paws or swim in a direction, no, she would allow the water and currents to carry her to where ever they please to take her. She was too tired to fight back against the current and as a result, Mynthe had fallen asleep with the water gently carrying and guiding her.
Time had passed with the thylacine freely being moved by the water, her body washing up against the shore of the Typhoon's gates. The impact of being washed up on the shore was enough to awake her, Mynthe's eyes opening reluctantly as she peered over to the walls. That sight was enough to send her into full on panic.
1. Run! Run!
"Бежать! Бежать!" [1] The word screamed in her mind as she had finally processed the aching of her body and paws, trying to force herself to go on as long as she could manage. It had been hours since she escaped and no doubt in her mind that Snapdragon had realized by now that she was missing. They would hopefully not hunt for her as she tried to get as far away from The Pitt as she could possibly manage. At first she had been nothing short of a simple traveller, lurking amongst Pitt borders until her reluctant capture. Since then, she served as lower than them, tending to their every will as if she were a lowly piece of prey serving a predator. They made her feel powerless and weak, as if she actually was nothing and good for nothing except tending to the wills of those better than her.
With a few seconds passing by, the thylacine could feel her paws finally give way to the pain that stormed over her body, amber colored eyes closing tight as she allowed her body to shut down. Within moments her frail frame had hit the ground with a sharp thud, pain soaring up every inch of her. This was it, this was her end and she would die here, alone but at least away from the cruelty of The Pitt.
Mynthe closed her eyes for what she thought would be the last time she would ever move them, but the sound of crashing waves reached the pair of ears that lied ontop her head. Water. It had to be. She was always a strong swimmer, graced with fins and gills to be more agile in the water rather than she was on land. If she was able to drag her body into the water, she would be able to swim someplace far from The Pitt. She would be free. This thought clung to the creature as she had mustered up some strength to force herself to the body of water, motivation keeping her going. Her movements were slow and sluggish as she had been crawling at a slow pace towards the water until finally it was within eyesight the sound of crashing waves now louder and overbearing. However, the water was not the only thing within eyesight as there had seemed to be a set of rusted old train tracks that led straight.
The sight of the water built reassurance within Mynthe, the thylacine staggering to her paws. Her body shook violently with every step made, occasionally nearly toppling over her own paws. The only thought that kept her going was the sea, the way the water would cling to her body and allow the support she needed to finally rest. She felt safer in the sea than she ever would on land, knowing not many would try to swim out just to retrieve or get her.
It wasn't long until her fantasies had come true, paws dipping into the water just for her to throw her entire body in in an act of happiness. She was free.. she was truly free. The tiredness that clung to her eyes overwhelmed her completely, lids shutting tight with her body floating in the water. She made no effort to paddle her paws or swim in a direction, no, she would allow the water and currents to carry her to where ever they please to take her. She was too tired to fight back against the current and as a result, Mynthe had fallen asleep with the water gently carrying and guiding her.
Time had passed with the thylacine freely being moved by the water, her body washing up against the shore of the Typhoon's gates. The impact of being washed up on the shore was enough to awake her, Mynthe's eyes opening reluctantly as she peered over to the walls. That sight was enough to send her into full on panic.
1. Run! Run!
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[/td][td][div style="margin-top: -6px; margin-left: 5px; height: 65px; width: 255px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;"]MYNTHE is a FEMALE THYLACINE with SHE/HER pronouns. she is a CREWMATE of THE TYPHOON and is SEVENTEEN months old. she is physically HARD and mentally HARD. attack in BOLD. played by PAROXYSM. | TAGS[/td][/tr][/table]