Slowly I slid my hand up to the cats bloody shoulder. I expected the wildcat to scream and hiss at me, to gore me with its hooves or wacke me with its wing, but it didn't. Quite the opposite happened, the wild cat put its head on the white snow and whimpered quietly. My fingers touched the warm red colored fur, then the sticky liquid on the cats skin. I watched the cats head and wing wile I traced one finger around one of its wounds, amazedly the wild cat only whimpered and twitch its tail. I looked back at its head, in particular at its white fangs that stuck out of its mouth.
I slowly lifted one hand to the arrows shaft and placed the other on the wild cats shoulder. I pushed down on the cats shoulder and pulled the first arrow out. The results:
A scream of pain from the wild cat, witched was high pitched and made my stomach curl.
A fountain of blood erupted from the wound. Each time the wildcat moved or its hart thumped a wave of fresh blood seeped threw my fingers. The wild cat flapped its good wing and thrashed its cloven hooves. I was unfortional in the way. The edge of the wild cats cream-colored bat wing clipped my chin. The wild cat had amazing strength considering that it had lost so much blood, and still was.
When I fell over backwards, (Yes the wild cats wing hit me hard. No, I don't think it was out to kill me. You got attacked buy the same wild cat? How come I don't believe that? If you had been hit by the wild cat or 'attacked' then you would not be here annoying me. Yes you annoy me. Can I move on know?) I hit the snow and shivered when it cocooned around me.
The snow simply swallowed me up. It stole the warmth of my body away, it let me shiver and shake. Even when I clawed at it there was no way escaping it. I was pulled deeper and deeper until the wild cats pain filled cries were muffled and finally lost threw the thick snow. But the worst part was the air. I wanted to panic but I could not breath, I wanted to flair around but could not move. Each breath that I struggled to take was cold and stung my air ways. The little air that I did get was not enough. I closed my eyes. I drifted off. I needed out of these horrible nightmares. I needed to get home. I wanted to go home, but I could not.
A/N So this little bit is the last of Siroccos dreams.....For now. What do you think she will wake up to? And for those of you who have read 'Lost or Found' which story do you like better?
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Dealing With Blonds
FantasyA servant named Sirocco learns to be royal as she impostors a princess to save her best friends.
