Post by harperangel85 on May 1, 2009 12:43:03 GMT -5
Harper laid on her side, her back feeling like it was on fire. What little was left of her dirty tunic hung in torn strips off her body. The back was the worst. It was bloody from her last beating. She'd tried, unsuccessfully, to escape. A pack of Werewolf slavers hunted her down quickly and proceeded to "teach her a lesson", as they put it.
Hissing in pain, Harper rolled over onto her stomach, and carefully propped her chin on her folded arms. Her large cat ears picked up all sorts of sounds around her. Snoring from the sleeping slave, crying from new ones, rats scurrying around. She tried not to focus on the smell, but it was hard not to. It was foil beyong words.
Sighing, she turned her head to rest her cheek on her arms. Reaching up, she played with her short red hair idly. How she missed her long flowing hair. It had been her one true vanity. She used to sit in front of her Father's chair by the fire, and he'd braid it....
Harper squeezed her eyes shut and pushed those memories aside. No point in dwelling on the past. It was her present that she needed to totally focus on.
Suddenly, the sound of someone walking around reached her ears...
Hissing in pain, Harper rolled over onto her stomach, and carefully propped her chin on her folded arms. Her large cat ears picked up all sorts of sounds around her. Snoring from the sleeping slave, crying from new ones, rats scurrying around. She tried not to focus on the smell, but it was hard not to. It was foil beyong words.
Sighing, she turned her head to rest her cheek on her arms. Reaching up, she played with her short red hair idly. How she missed her long flowing hair. It had been her one true vanity. She used to sit in front of her Father's chair by the fire, and he'd braid it....
Harper squeezed her eyes shut and pushed those memories aside. No point in dwelling on the past. It was her present that she needed to totally focus on.
Suddenly, the sound of someone walking around reached her ears...