Post by Viper on Oct 22, 2012 10:42:46 GMT -5
ooc: Please note, she's very small and frail for her age, plus malnourished~ She needs a loving family, so if anyone wants to 'adopt' her, go for it!
How long had she been here?
The shade of the rock, it was nice, it really was. Less heat here. But also no water, and little Viper knew that couldn't be good. In and out, for three days now, she'd collapsed here and she'd lain in a sort of fevered state. She was growing weaker by the day, now unable to hunt even small rodents. As determined as she had been to fight and stay alive, she found that her body wasn't cooperating anymore. The tiny cub was a complete mess, if any were to look at her- her normally well-kept fur was dusty and extremely dirty, her eyes dull when she would open them. You could almost count her ribs, and her movements- if she moved- would be lethargic at best. She was curled in the furthest reaches of the shadow of Pride Rock, though she had no clue where she was.
Was the sun up? A single mint-green eye would force itself open, to look out around her without moving her head, and she dully noted that it, indeed, was. Another day, then, though she was too addled to really understand how many suns had risen and fell since she collapsed here. A soft chuff escaped her mouth as she remembered that she had been just like this when Nahuar- she would no longer think of him as Daddy- had found her. The chuff rattled through her dry throat and caused her to begin coughing, a soft sound that hurt her chest as it came forth, and she winced. She just wanted this all to stop. She wanted to have a full belly, she wanted a comfortable place to sleep, she didn't want to worry about being eaten... she was so tired of being alone, too.
But nobody loved me then, and nobody will love me now.
The morose thought might've brought tears to her eyes, if she weren't so dehydrated. "Th...thirsssty..." She groaned, attempting for what seemed like the hundredth time since she'd fallen to rise to her tiny paws, but her legs gave way the moment she was standing. A cloud of dust rose as she hit the ground with an oof! Closing her eyes once more, she inwardly whined, but would make no more noise, simply wishing to fall asleep and not wake up. Dreams didn't feel like this. She liked dreams. The waking world was cruel to her. It always had been.
How long had she been here?
The shade of the rock, it was nice, it really was. Less heat here. But also no water, and little Viper knew that couldn't be good. In and out, for three days now, she'd collapsed here and she'd lain in a sort of fevered state. She was growing weaker by the day, now unable to hunt even small rodents. As determined as she had been to fight and stay alive, she found that her body wasn't cooperating anymore. The tiny cub was a complete mess, if any were to look at her- her normally well-kept fur was dusty and extremely dirty, her eyes dull when she would open them. You could almost count her ribs, and her movements- if she moved- would be lethargic at best. She was curled in the furthest reaches of the shadow of Pride Rock, though she had no clue where she was.
Was the sun up? A single mint-green eye would force itself open, to look out around her without moving her head, and she dully noted that it, indeed, was. Another day, then, though she was too addled to really understand how many suns had risen and fell since she collapsed here. A soft chuff escaped her mouth as she remembered that she had been just like this when Nahuar- she would no longer think of him as Daddy- had found her. The chuff rattled through her dry throat and caused her to begin coughing, a soft sound that hurt her chest as it came forth, and she winced. She just wanted this all to stop. She wanted to have a full belly, she wanted a comfortable place to sleep, she didn't want to worry about being eaten... she was so tired of being alone, too.
But nobody loved me then, and nobody will love me now.
The morose thought might've brought tears to her eyes, if she weren't so dehydrated. "Th...thirsssty..." She groaned, attempting for what seemed like the hundredth time since she'd fallen to rise to her tiny paws, but her legs gave way the moment she was standing. A cloud of dust rose as she hit the ground with an oof! Closing her eyes once more, she inwardly whined, but would make no more noise, simply wishing to fall asleep and not wake up. Dreams didn't feel like this. She liked dreams. The waking world was cruel to her. It always had been.
