Whiskey Pop Apr 11, 2018 17:23:44 GMT
Post by WarPaint on Apr 11, 2018 17:23:44 GMT
Dharma rested under a tree, panting heavily as the heat of the summer day took it's toll on her. Thin and ragged, it didn't take much to overload her body. No matter how bleak she looked Dharma was just happy to be in the sun. She hated the cold with a penchant.
Her head rested on petite toes and her murky, unseeing eyes looked out over the vast blackness that consumed her sight. She could see outlines in just the right lighting but the view was easily lost. She sighed. Her stomach was beginning to growl and pangs of hunger ripped at her sides. Slowly and without much grace she drew herself to her paws, wobbling and shaking against her own volition.
Keeping her nose sunk to the ground, the starving cur rooted around. Drawing deep breaths that filled her ribs out painfully. She scratched listlessly until she was lucky enough to unearth a handful of grubs. She ate slowly , if she gorged herself it often gave her severe bloating.
Not caring to stand for to long, she collapsed in a heap beside her grubs . And haphazardly shuffled them before her. She was set to finish her meal of insects when a twig snapping caused her audits to flicker nervously. In instant submission she tucked her nose between her paws and cast her oblivious eyes to the ground.
"Who..who's there?" she asked meekly, her soft voice hardly carrying away from her starved frame. "I don't have much." She said even quieter. In her experience it was always best to just submit and take your bruises than to argue. Arguing left you blind and starving and at the whim of strangers.