loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
She was an extreme survivalist, but this trip was quickly turning bad in every way imaginable. Her map had gotten lost, and this was a new territory. Her compass had fallen into a frozen lake from which she couldn't retrieve it. She had been able to survive and hunt, well, but a wolf had begun to stalk her and she had managed to hold her own until the wolf had claimed defeat, moved off on its own and came back with its pack.
Now she laid in the middle of the woods torn to bits bleeding horribly. Gabriella, or Gabby as she liked to be called, reflected back on her life and chuckled softly. Her blue eyes watched what she thought would be the last sunset. She had lived a great life. Really great. It was funny that a pack of wolves would claim her life. What had scared them off was that she had bear maced them all. Sure it continued to sting all what open wounds she had, but at least she would die with some dignity. But they would be back when the sun had set. She ehad tried to move, but it was by far too painful and she was pretty sure, the mongrels had broken two of her legs.
Gabby knew better than to cry out for help, it would just make her predicament worse. Gabby, looked around with blue eyes. The constant treking around woods kept her constantly fit. Her brown hair was tied back into a braid. She stood at least 5'6. She wondered if she would ever be found or missed. She never really mixed with people as a rule. She bit her lip and waited. She swallowed and felt the cold of the ground began to seep in and waited listening for anything.
Now she laid in the middle of the woods torn to bits bleeding horribly. Gabriella, or Gabby as she liked to be called, reflected back on her life and chuckled softly. Her blue eyes watched what she thought would be the last sunset. She had lived a great life. Really great. It was funny that a pack of wolves would claim her life. What had scared them off was that she had bear maced them all. Sure it continued to sting all what open wounds she had, but at least she would die with some dignity. But they would be back when the sun had set. She ehad tried to move, but it was by far too painful and she was pretty sure, the mongrels had broken two of her legs.
Gabby knew better than to cry out for help, it would just make her predicament worse. Gabby, looked around with blue eyes. The constant treking around woods kept her constantly fit. Her brown hair was tied back into a braid. She stood at least 5'6. She wondered if she would ever be found or missed. She never really mixed with people as a rule. She bit her lip and waited. She swallowed and felt the cold of the ground began to seep in and waited listening for anything.