02-20-2016, 06:20 PM
The putrid scent of death clung to her coat. IT was this place, the dark dampness that led her to believe that she was worthless. That there was something wrong with her... no she didn't have to question that, there WAS something wrong with her. Even the skeletons around her had legs, something that she didn't. The echoing cries of dying creatures, and the nickers of delighted mothers. The pain the sickly sweet scent of blood, and birth.
She blinks hearing a new sound. It draws closer, ominously plodding, each step echoing against the walls around her. The nicker so near it peirces her ears and she nickers back desperate for someone to help her. As he approaches her she struggles with her neck scraping it against rock, dirt and grim irritating her skin. Wet smelly fur sweating with the constant touch of hard stone.
He lifts her in the air, she can not feel anthing beneath her. She blinks looking to the damp spot where she had been. Almost teary her neck stretches out trying to reach out to him. She cant move on her own, but at least she is not on her side anymore, that in itself is a wonderful sensation. Thank you Her voice trembles.
Though when he says hi she frowns slightly I'm not stranger, I'm Petya. She thought that he was referring that as her name, so in a baffled manner her face crinkles in slight frustration. How would she get to him? How would she move on her own. She couldn't figure that part out yet.
She blinks hearing a new sound. It draws closer, ominously plodding, each step echoing against the walls around her. The nicker so near it peirces her ears and she nickers back desperate for someone to help her. As he approaches her she struggles with her neck scraping it against rock, dirt and grim irritating her skin. Wet smelly fur sweating with the constant touch of hard stone.
He lifts her in the air, she can not feel anthing beneath her. She blinks looking to the damp spot where she had been. Almost teary her neck stretches out trying to reach out to him. She cant move on her own, but at least she is not on her side anymore, that in itself is a wonderful sensation. Thank you Her voice trembles.
Though when he says hi she frowns slightly I'm not stranger, I'm Petya. She thought that he was referring that as her name, so in a baffled manner her face crinkles in slight frustration. How would she get to him? How would she move on her own. She couldn't figure that part out yet.
Petya
whiskers on Kittens
OOC: So It was originally supposed to be wheels but I forgot that with wheels she wont be able to control them to stop and go as she likes. Someone brought up maybe tiny butterfly wings that keep her just at the right height for her age? Like the catapiller in bugslife?