Post by Vanessa Aldaine on Dec 14, 2008 23:12:48 GMT -5
[/size][/color]A white wolf limped through the trees, her fur glowing as the moon took command of the sky. Her left foreleg was held aloft, bent at an awkward angle, clearly broken. Red blood marred her winter pelt, smears of it up her leg, dark stains around her shoulders and neck, spatters on her back. Her muzzle was close to the ground, nearly dragging against it, and her tail was low. Her soft whimpers echoed around her in the silence that twilight had delivered. Pain laced through her with every movement, every twitch of her muscles, every step. As she neared the edge of the trees, she froze.
Where did she think she was going? Another whimper, louder this time, emanated from her. She had no home. Not anymore. She'd been making herself one with... him, but she'd blown that mere hours before. Was it really only hours previous to now? It felt like days, pr weeks, or maybe even years. How she wished it was years ago. It might make her feel a bit better. But here she was, standing only yards from his apartment.
Well, she did need clothes. That was clear as she lost energy and shifted back to a human form. Her long blonde curls were streaked with red, and most of her body was coated in the same color. She held her arm to her chest, wincing at the pain of it. Struggling to stand, she muttered crossly at the pain that had intensified when she turned human. Stupid human body. Can't take a damn hit to save its life. She stumbled foreward. The amount of blood she lost was making her woozy and uncoordinated. She hit the building hard, and cried out as quietly as she could at the pain of hitting her broken arm. She continued her slow way inside to Gabe's door. No light was on through the crack of the door and she frowned. What if he'd locked the door? She wouldn't blame him. She wouldn't want herself back there either if she was him.
But she needed her clothes. She shivered in the cool hallway. That was her excuse. She tried the knob and was thankful when it twisted in her hand. However, without the support of the door - which she hadn't even realized she'd been leaning against for help - she fell forward as it swung open and hit the ground hard. She cried out as her broken arm hit first and her wieght was pressed against it. Vanessa rolled over, curling into a tight ball, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to hold in the pain that assailed her.
