Must Love Dogs | Zakariah

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] Indiana was sniffing along the edge of the water, her paws sinking into the soft mineral deposits on the bank. She was curious to see if the water was drinkable. She had never been this far away from Fallen territory so she felt nervous to say the least. She wandered further down the bank and climbed onto a large fallen tree that sat on top of the water. Her balance was effortless since she had been regularly taking breaks to keep her ankle from paining her. She leaned her head close to the water seeing the fish weaving around the submerged branches. Indie wasn't sure she wanted to hunt on land that didn't belong to her ring. She had never had the opportunity to hunt fish before, which intrigued her. Well the idea did at least, she knew she probably wouldn't be great at it. She figured she shouldn't and retreated to the lake's edge. Indiana sniffed at the ground a little before looking around cautiously. She shifted after assuring herself no one was around. She rolled up her distressed jeans and waded in the water, relaxing a little. She ruffled her dark curls before pulling her hair back with a piece of old fabric. It was nice being away. But she didn't particularly like feeling in danger. After a few long moments of wading in the water she stepped back and found a nice patch of grass to sit on. Her ankle was a little sore but it wasn't unmanageable. She massaged it a little before laying in the grass comfortably, soaking up the sun while she was able. She wanted to relax, which was going okay to say the least. Indie hummed a song that she knew she would never hear again. She was going to die in this over-sized zoo. She didn't like being pessimistic, but she believed some things weren't going to change. Indiana yawned lightly then looked up, sun bathing always made her a little drowsy, but part of her was still alert. It was something that came so naturally these days, along with the alertness came fear and aggression. She tried her best but she knew that if push came to shove, she would try her best to fight her way out of a tight place. She suddenly missed home, being reminded of it by the lush green grass she laid on. She missed being able to fully relax and fall asleep in her backyard until it began to rain. Indiana also missed the patch of woods she used to shift in. The only good thing about this place was that she wasn't alone, everyone was stuck in here. She curled up and huffed. Why me? She wondered to herself. Why couldn't I run any farther? Questions baffled her to no end and no avail. She licked her lips and then tugged at her dark navy blue shirt that was tattered on one side, trying to get herself comfortable and distract herself from depressing thoughts. Words: 513 Notes: Woot! Here it is! All nice and purty! Lyrics: The Postal Service - This Place is A Prison Tags: Zakariah, Indie, Must Love Dogs