ALWAYS THE WRONG MOVE - open

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]So much noise, so much noise. The voices that bounced around in her head ached so much and she just wanted to rest and forget about what had happened. Her chest heaved with pained breaths as someone yelled, another voice spoke up that was vaguely familiar and someone else as well that asked something. What was it? She couldn't make it out and so she didn't try to think on it, no she just stared off into space, toes twitching slowly as she waited for sleep to claim her and her ears pulled forward just slightly. It was only when things started touching her and pain hit her lulling mind that she turned her head to the side and allowed a hiss to leave her throat, ears flattening. The sheets were torn and the area was shifted underneath her, twisted leg shifting and causing and unbearable pain that she just wanted to stop and when the liquid was poured over her wounds she lashed out. Her natural instinct and training kicking in to attempt to save her from whatever it was that was continue to hurt her. Her claws, so quick, came flying out to try and dig and slice through anyone that was close to her.

Her pupils were dilated and she held a sense of fear to her as well. Her leg might be lost to her but she still had her life and she had to protect herself from whatever was happening to her. She as on autopilot, fight to survive and her pet bristled with her muzzle curled up to show teeth that were still stained with the blood of her enemy. She shifted and struggled to get up and back herself up in a corner, the only way she would be able to protect herself but she toppled over and pressed herself hard up against the headboard of the bed, gasping for air and claws digging into the mattress.