Step...step...Stumbling along in the woods, all she could hear were the sounds of her own lost footsteps crunching on the fall leaves. She had finally done it. Running away from her abusive father took much more strength and courage than she thought she had; tonight was the end.
Cradling her probably-broken arm she continued ahead, no place in mind other than something she could possibly call shelter. She would have to take a look at her painful arm when it was lighter, for now it was too dark, though barely dark enough that house lights merely miles away could shine dimly on the path ahead of her.
“Maybe there's some help there...” she said faintly, using her good arm to touch the claw wound on her face and wincing at the pain. Her midnight blue hair hid her pale white fox ears, matted with dried blood. Ice blue eyes filled with pain and sorrow stared onwards, slowly nearing the house ahead.
When she finally reached the doorstep, she bent down for a second to catch her breath first before knocking on the door ever so lightly- afraid of who might be in there and their reaction to her pitiful state. Slowly a door opened, emerald eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him. She looked up in return, a pleading expression in her small eyes,
“Please...excuse me, but...I need help...please help, I'm begging... “she closed her eyes tightly and waited, expecting the door to be slammed in her face.
Ch.2 (no title yet)
Not really sure what to say, he opened the door and offered a careful hand out to help her up and into the house.
“Come inside, it's freezing out there and you're in a deplorable condition. What happened?” asked the kind stranger, sitting her against some pillows and offering her one to rest her disfigured arm on as well. The girl sighed and shook her head lightly, gaze dropping to the floor.
“It's a long story...I don't know if I should explain or not...” she glanced over at the red haired boy, and decided he couldn't have been over 16 or so years old. He scrambled about gathering materials left and right to tend to the poor girl. Finally satisfied he'd gathered the proper supplies he sat down in front of her and gently brushed her bangs from her face.
She's pretty... he thought as he dabbed alcohol onto a cotton ball.
”This will probably sting but it's the only way to make sure it's clean and stays clean so it can heal." As he spoke he gently rubbed the cotton ball over the claw wound on her face, "You've got dirt in here and everything- close your eyes, it goes over your eye too.” A few more tears of pain escaped the girl's light blue eyes but she refused to make a sound. When he finally finished cleaning the wound that covered the left side of her face he looked down at her arm. Definitely broken..but I don't know how much I can help, I don't know if she'd let me try to help anymore- she's got to be in a lot of pain right now. Sighing, he looked straight up and into the girl's eyes for a moment.
“What is your name?” he asked, wanting to have a name to go with the face. The girl blinked and looked back down shyly.
“Sila.”
“Sila, is it?” She nodded after he repeated her name and he continued, “Well, I don't know how much you're willing to let me help...but your arm here doesn't look good. It definitely looks like you broke it someway. I can reset it and splint it for you, but it will hurt.” he placed a finger next to her arm, lightly tapping on the bruised skin as a quick check and see if she even had feeling left in it- her yelp told him what he needed to know, as did the small nod from Sila.
“I guess I don't have much choice...if I don't get it taken care of, I won't be able to fend for myself outside...or anything. Just...do what you have to...please...”
Ch.3-
The kind stranger gently wrapped Sila's arm after a few moments of slowly bending it into a healing position and allowed her to rest it on the pillow. He tenderly wiped the last of her tears away with the sleeve of his shirt and pulled the blanket off the nearby couch, wrapping it around her shoulders as a cold draft blew in. He softly spoke, "Just rest, and take it easy for now. I don't know exactly what happened, but something certainly did and it has put you through a lot, physically and mentally. I can see it in your eyes. Don't worry, you have nothing to fear from me." The boy smiled reassuringly, then arose and left the room to throw away the remainder of the gauze and cotton balls.
Back in the living room, Sila laid down, wrapping the blanket tightly around her small frame. She was exhausted from all that had happened. Half of her wanted to just crash and sleep right there, but the other half was more cautious, and feared making herself even more vulnerable to this stranger. On a spur of the moment thought, Sila sighed, and asked "Would....would you really like to know just what happened, and why I am in this shape? Why I'm so week?" She didn't look up until she felt him sit down next to her. "Sure," he said, "I'm willing to listen."
Ch.4 - Admittance
Sila took a deep breath, and began. "It's a long story. First off, I'm not going to hide it. I know you can sense that I'm not fully human, and I can tell that you aren't either. My mother was half human, half fox demon, and my father was full kitsune. My mother was hunted down a while ago, and since then my father has become...not so kind toward my brother and I, but mainly toward me." Determined not to show how painful these emotions were, Sila pulled the blankets over her head and curled up tightly within them. "I still don't understand why he was most angry at me...but I guess it was because I was the runt of the litter. He had no heart, and would beat me for absolutely no reason, yelling at me or tossing me across the den like a rag doll." She took a deep breath, and continued, "That's what happened tonight. He got mad at me again, because I couldn't keep up when he tried to get us to hunt...that is where the claw marks came from. He swiped at my face, and the impact from his claws, it....it slammed me into the cave wall..." Realizing just how upset she was from everything, the boy placed a sympathetic hand on her back and rubbed it gently. She certainly had good reason to be so upset; betrayed and abused by her father, she had been left to die.
The kind young man spoke up. "I wish I could be more help...but I don't know what to say."
"I....I have no home. I ran from my father...and I can never go back..."
"You're welcome to stay here as long as you need or want to," he offered. The boy looked down solemnly at his hands and awaited her reply, listening for words through her choked cries.
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