Otatso Wetlands ii. pain and guilt

 

sorry she's done being gross

she trembled beneath the wooded sentinels, her narrow limbs quaking beneath her body.  her ears lay flat on either side of her head as soft, nearly inaudible whines ghosted into the vast and blinding swath of white.

she felt dirty.  she smelled like blood and sweat and come, and she sought to move the latter from her body, sweeping across her ventral regions frantically with her tongue.  it was another distraction, though this time it was unwelcome, and she worked until she was satisfied that she was clean, until her skin was wet and irritated from the friction.

but she ran out of distractions and the snow kept falling.  silently, she cried out, fear and shame sweeping off her in waves.

she almost believes the movement in the distance to be an apparition, a hallucination, but as they move closer and become more visible her cries become screams as she begs for someone, oh please i don't want to be alone anymore!  blood pools out of her gaping wounds as she exerts herself, and fearfully her cries become quiet as she begins to lick what she can reach.