05-07-2021, 10:43 AM
Sand irritated her fur, her gills especially, as she stirred. Pearly blood stained her blue fur as she moved, pain radiating from her chest. What... what had gotten the small pup? The maned wolf child couldn't quite move, but the pain faded away. Scylla finally breathed, too harshly, through her gills, and she coughed. Wheezed, sputtered her pearlescent blood. Where was she?
She pushed herself up on spindly legs, tiny body (tiny for a 4 month old) shaking. She felt cold. The scent of the air was different. The child huffed and looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She saw a town in the distance, but... what if they wanted to hurt her?
She pushed herself up on spindly legs, tiny body (tiny for a 4 month old) shaking. She felt cold. The scent of the air was different. The child huffed and looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She saw a town in the distance, but... what if they wanted to hurt her?
Vivere in Oceani, luxuriat in mare
— Reggan