The world spud as blood streamed freely from the wound in her head. But she ran blindly, bare feet thumping against the dead fall leaves. A rather large man followed several miles behind. She heard his footfall as birds chirped her a warning. Run, damn you! She thought of herself.
Wild animals scuttled into their tunnels as she passed. "I-I think I lost him." She muttered to herself. She pressed a grimy hand to her temple, where sticky, warm blood streamed out. Moss. I need moss. The thought echoed dimly in her confused mind, as her limbs moved to comply. A wad of moss soon started soaking up her draining life force and dark spots danced across her vision. She decided that a nearby tree would make a nice resting place. Leaning against the worn trunk, her eyes shut and she lost conscientiousness.
Back, back, go away. She fought a giant enemy. He threw knives, slashing mercilessly at her face, arms, legs. He shrank as the gory dream changed. 'My room?' She thought dimly as he wrapped his hands around her waist, a smirk on his face as he leaned his weight on her, causing them to fall into the bed. She pushed, scratching, fighting-
Eyes snapped open to the cavernous mouth of a silver wolf. She held her breath, expecting the tearing fangs to sink in. Kill me, kill me fast She thought. Alas, that was not to be her fate as the wolf simply dropped a chunk of steaming meat, most likely regurgitated from it's first stomach, at her feet. It proceeded to nudged and nip her to her feet. I'm here to help. It seemed to say.
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