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(Part II of Looking for help.... )

Pain. The surest teller of life. Undeniable proof of it's continuation. And she
swam within it. Almost drowning in it's roiling inferno.

A raging shard of agony tore though her back.... merging with the one
that had jolted her to reality. A moment passed, and then another.
Thought cleared, only a little at first... then more so.

Blurred eyes opened. Unfocused, they saw nothing but shadows melding
into soft light. She blinked. Vision cleared. Tried to move.... could not.

A whine unbidden trilled from her throat. She blinked again; there... was
something on her face. It held her jaws shut.... another blink cleared up
her vision just enough - a muzzle. A muzzle of iron and silver...

She tried to turn her head.... the rattle of a chain sounded, but still could
manage no movement. Her legs twitched... her forearms... each one jolted
the others. They were chained together. Another soft whimper. She could
see nothing. Nothing but an old trailer hitched to an old station-wagon.

Then she remembered her ears; they twitched and honed in on a sound.
Breath. Human heartbeat. Steady. Too steady. Gravel crunched under
boots as the one to whom the heartbeat belonged stepped around from
behind. Two silver bolts, bloodstained, dropped not inches from her
muzzle.... boots came into view. Combat boots, and above them, army
green camouflage.

Ears flattened to her skull, tail tucked under as far as it would go.

Her boy.... she could smell him, but, not see him. The vampire... in his
dormancy gave off no scent, and she could not see him either.

The hunter would not hurt the boy, she was sure.... but.... the vampire...

"Okay wolfie...." She started at the human's gruff voice, "I'm going to
take out this last bolt, and you? You are going to shift back and answer
every question I ask without hesitation, and without a spit of trouble, or
I'm going to finish whatever who did this started. Am I clear?"

Before she could even so much as blink in response, a soft cry of desperate
alarm tore from the location of the trailer....

OCs (c) TalonV
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Description
(Part II of Looking for help.... )

Pain. The surest teller of life. Undeniable proof of it's continuation. And she
swam within it. Almost drowning in it's roiling inferno.

A raging shard of agony tore though her back.... merging with the one
that had jolted her to reality. A moment passed, and then another.
Thought cleared, only a little at first... then more so.

Blurred eyes opened. Unfocused, they saw nothing but shadows melding
into soft light. She blinked. Vision cleared. Tried to move.... could not.

A whine unbidden trilled from her throat. She blinked again; there... was
something on her face. It held her jaws shut.... another blink cleared up
her vision just enough - a muzzle. A muzzle of iron and silver...

She tried to turn her head.... the rattle of a chain sounded, but still could
manage no movement. Her legs twitched... her forearms... each one jolted
the others. They were chained together. Another soft whimper. She could
see nothing. Nothing but an old trailer hitched to an old station-wagon.

Then she remembered her ears; they twitched and honed in on a sound.
Breath. Human heartbeat. Steady. Too steady. Gravel crunched under
boots as the one to whom the heartbeat belonged stepped around from
behind. Two silver bolts, bloodstained, dropped not inches from her
muzzle.... boots came into view. Combat boots, and above them, army
green camouflage.

Ears flattened to her skull, tail tucked under as far as it would go.

Her boy.... she could smell him, but, not see him. The vampire... in his
dormancy gave off no scent, and she could not see him either.

The hunter would not hurt the boy, she was sure.... but.... the vampire...

"Okay wolfie...." She started at the human's gruff voice, "I'm going to
take out this last bolt, and you? You are going to shift back and answer
every question I ask without hesitation, and without a spit of trouble, or
I'm going to finish whatever who did this started. Am I clear?"

Before she could even so much as blink in response, a soft cry of desperate
alarm tore from the location of the trailer....

OCs (c) TalonV
><>