Jun 20 2016, 02:08 PM
Kallista lay crouched down, hardly having moved after the battle. Dried blood had crusted around the socket, as well as around her face. Her face was also burnt and had many other scratches. She was covered in scratches. She lay there, shivering occasionally, be it because she was cold, scared, or something else. She had never felt this way about someone before. She was angry, she was anxious, she was terrified. Angry that she had let someone do this to her, anxious because they could do it again, terrified because who knew what would happen now.
She wondered who all they had done this to. There was no way she was the first. The movements of the caracal were practiced, as if they had done it many times. Kallista didn't doubt that they had. She wanted to protect everyone, protect them from the claws of the caracal. But how could she protect everyone when she couldn't even protect herself? The image of them leaping at her, the feeling of the claws digging into her eye, the pain of the eye coming out. She let out a whimper as it continued to replay in her mind.
She was curled around herself, paws covering her face. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She didn't have the strength to move, to do anything. She just wanted to lay here, hoping no one would see her like this. She felt as though she was going to die here. Die as a horribly injured cat. Die, and have no one remember her.
No, that wasn't true. There was someone who would remember her. Todd. The fox she cared about, the only one she could consider a friend. She had made a promise that she would protect him.
She had failed, hadn't she?
@Todd
She wondered who all they had done this to. There was no way she was the first. The movements of the caracal were practiced, as if they had done it many times. Kallista didn't doubt that they had. She wanted to protect everyone, protect them from the claws of the caracal. But how could she protect everyone when she couldn't even protect herself? The image of them leaping at her, the feeling of the claws digging into her eye, the pain of the eye coming out. She let out a whimper as it continued to replay in her mind.
She was curled around herself, paws covering her face. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She didn't have the strength to move, to do anything. She just wanted to lay here, hoping no one would see her like this. She felt as though she was going to die here. Die as a horribly injured cat. Die, and have no one remember her.
No, that wasn't true. There was someone who would remember her. Todd. The fox she cared about, the only one she could consider a friend. She had made a promise that she would protect him.
She had failed, hadn't she?
@Todd