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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Jul 27, 2011 14:39:52 GMT -5
 The day had turned to night and then back to day. I had walked until moonhigh and then started again at the first peak of the rising run. My paws ached and my throat burned with my throbbing head. Dehydration was fully in play, but I could not find a puddle of nonsalted water to satisfy my blood. My body was used to pain, I was able to act immune. Inside me there was a kick, and I growled at the creature to keep it still. It kicked again and I simply ignored it.
I felt like a prisoner again, this time in my own body.
Since leaving the pack and allowing Ezhno to plant his seed within me, I had found myself walking solitary on a frequent bases. Akando home was starved of life, fewer drops of water there than anyone else. That is why I had walked a full two days now, the sun having set on my second day already. The moon sitting high above me, I decided I would turn around in the morning. For now I could rest, my bulging stomach forcing me onto my back to keep from crushing the sacrafices I had growing within me.
Leaning my head against a tree, feet propper on a rock, I stared up to the moon above. A solid tear rolled down my cheek, Daiade's face appearing on the surface of the great star. My lips formed an 'o' and I moaned an almost howl-like sound. Nausea had become a common thing in my life now, but I knew it was normal. In my head lay the memories of Carska's sleepless nights during her pregnancy, and I knew Hell had not yet swallowed me as it would. I was prepared, having only known a life of pain. My body was callased beyond most others. I had been nothing but a tool to practice murder on, kept alive by perfect timing rather than gentle attacks.
"I miss you Daddy." I mumbled the words loudly, sure that no one could hear them. I had little focus on anything but the moon, but my child-like innocence told me I was indestructable. The world stopped when I told it to when I was on my own, away from sensible adults. Tomorrow I would walk back to Akando, getting home the day after. Ezhno would groan about how I had been gone for four days, and I'd tell him to shove it up his ass. Ezhno was not my daddy, he could not tell me what to do, he could not tell me how to live my life.
I had moved out of my daddy's house.
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