stormofthenight
Planetoid
- Joined
- Dec 8, 2014
The petite girl struggled against the metal chain around her neck, the metal tight and rubbing against her now sore skin.
All she had covering her was what could only be best described as underwear. Her shirt was what was left of a blue tank top; containing more tears and holes than fabric. Her bottoms where in about the same condition and resembled the remains of shorts.
Her slender hands had been tied behind her back, in order to stop her from fiddling with the chain, or attacking interested people with her claws. Her long, white (but more grey from dirt) tail curled tightly around her body and her ears flat, almost buried in her long brown hair.
Her deep brown eyes were locked onto the floor as she sighed.
All she had covering her was what could only be best described as underwear. Her shirt was what was left of a blue tank top; containing more tears and holes than fabric. Her bottoms where in about the same condition and resembled the remains of shorts.
Her slender hands had been tied behind her back, in order to stop her from fiddling with the chain, or attacking interested people with her claws. Her long, white (but more grey from dirt) tail curled tightly around her body and her ears flat, almost buried in her long brown hair.
Her deep brown eyes were locked onto the floor as she sighed.