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Post by Harlot on Jul 20, 2010 17:21:56 GMT -5
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Darkness was just arriving, slowly moving out to cover the sky. Just as slowly, her vision was coming around. Under the cover of the jungle it was hot and moist. The young wolf's tongue lulled from the side of her mouth which stood slightly ajar. In the small shafts of moonlight that leaked through the canopy lit her fur like a match. Stopping in a pool of light, she looked up, gazing at the moon. It was almost full. The effect it had on her body was amazing. She shone like a star and her vision was working incredibly well, probably better than other wolves, but that she didn't know for a fact. A pain rippled through her stomach and she doubled over, smile gone. She grit her teeth, grimacing against the horrible pain. It wasn't good thinking about her disease, or how it could quite possibly kill her one day. For now it was only mild, and would hopefully stay that way.
Tredding on through the foliage, her path was illuminated by lighning bugs and glow worms. Harlot wasn't used to this environment, it still awed her. She had gotten past the initial phases and could now stay on the path and not have to worry about the fantasy like scenery to draw her away. Movement above her grabbed her attention. Harlot crouched down when she saw the creeping ivy that was curling back up. The predacious plant would not catch her tonight. Keeping quiet she slunk forward, quickly moving out of reach without making a sound. Standing back up straight, she looked back over her shoulder, satisfied. In her distraction, she walked right into the grasp of a second ivy tail. The fat tendril snapped out, wrapping firmly around her paw. Harlot yelped, wriggling and twisting her body to get free. A paw she could save, but if it grapped anymore of her, it would be a lost cause.
Harlot gnawed at the ivy that had grabbed onto her. All the while the small black and silver wolf struggled for freedom. Her snarls drifted out into the jungle. In the dense foliage the sounds weren't very likely to get far. She couldn't expect help to find her. The acrid taste of the plant made her gag. As the juices ran down her throat, they burned her stomach, triggering her angelman syndrome. As the pains wracked her body, Harlot was growing weak. Alarmed, a bird flew from its nest, flying over the massive plant. Long arms reached up, taking the bird. As it slowly realed the bird in, its grip loosened. Harot took the chance, yanking with all her might.
It was enough. Harlot was freed. There was no time for a victory dance, instead she bolded forward, running up the thin pathway. Once she was out of danger, she collapsed. Her body was exhausted, her insides sore from the stabbing pains that were still aassulting her.
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