Valjean24601
One Thousand Club
Vivian lay awake, as she did near every night, the furs of elk and moose drawn tightly beneath her arm pits, the coarse underside rubbing against her bare skin. The small flicker of lamp light was all that illuminated the room and it haunted her as it reminded her much of the glow of the blood moon. The blood moon. She trembled, terror rose up in her belly like bile. The savegery of it. And Samuel... Samuel had lived somehow but, it hadn't been Samuel not really. He hadn't known it was her as he beat her wolf bloody and strung her up behind the wagon to drag, her pup, sweet Sabella, screaming for her from inside the caged wagon. They had taken her fur and cut it away, whipped her back and bruised and beat her. She was thankful every day that she was not raped, she had been the scum of the earth that day, too lowly to even be looked at lustfully.
The pack had heard the cries of her pup, her screams of desperation and they had come and they had ravaged the bastards that took Vivian and Sabella. They had no human instinct to control them. The moon had been high.
Vivian bit her lip and nuzzled her face into her straw stuffed pillow.
It smelled of Ash and only reminded her of how absent he was.
The pack had heard the cries of her pup, her screams of desperation and they had come and they had ravaged the bastards that took Vivian and Sabella. They had no human instinct to control them. The moon had been high.
Vivian bit her lip and nuzzled her face into her straw stuffed pillow.
It smelled of Ash and only reminded her of how absent he was.