Thread: His(MissKitty19&Monstrous Passions)

Where her breath had left her in a scream just before she passed out. It returned to her in a whimper, sounding every bit the wounded and helpless animal she was. Chest aching with each and every breath. Kyle's eyes narrowed as she sat up with yet another whimper, her shoulder ached and her fingertips buzzed with lack of circulation She could look around, before she could attempt to fathom why she was somewhere comfortable, when she expected to be in the middle of the dirt where she had fallen. Fathom why she was alive when she expected to never wake at all, her shoulder needed to be dealt with. If not soon, she'd loose the arm. Laying back, her side tender from the impact and the fresh blue bruises all along the same side. She lifted her arm, the limb perpendicular to her body just before she jerked the joint back into her socket. This time, a grunt of pain, her wild eyes watering and tears falling down her cheeks, even as he mouth opened in a soundless scream. It was the worst pain she'd ever felt. Second only to that when she'd dislocated it in the first place. Though once the initial shock faded, this time it didn't knock her out, due to sheer force of will. She wasn't safe here, she needed to stay awake. She needed to leave and to do that, she needed to run. Hugging her arm with the wounded shoulder close, Kyle sat up, and then stood, where she lay in the far corner of a hut. If she had time she would admire the architecture. It was similar to what they had managed to build in their settlements themselves. It was rustic, but comfortable. She needed to leave, and soon, because as she stood she felt just a bit dizzy. She would have to be quick. Checking, she was unguarded. The only one in the hut. Did she get home? Had someone found her and returned her to their camp? No, if they had, they wouldn't have unarmed her. She knew her bow and club were missing the moment she woke. Still it was foolish to leave her unguarded. She moved to the door quickly, but the moment she got there she saw them, slipping back into the hut. Why was she even alive? There was a dozen out there. There was no way she'd get out of here alive, no way that she'd outrun them. Though why was she here? If they thought she'd talk that was stupid. Kyle didn't even know if they would understand her, and even if they did, she'd never talk. Like she'd give the creatures they fought against the chance to hurt others. She searched the hut, for something, anything she could use as a weapon. She could have broken the post off the bed if her arm wasn't still throbbing. It'd be a few days before she could fight with anything bigger then a pen knife. Her knife... Panic and the sudden feeling of loss. All she had of her family, of her hunting party, All she had to remind her of who she was save for her body it'self, was gone. She could have struck out with her leg as she cowered next to the doorway when the creature returned. Could at least have caused him just a bit of pain in revenge for the loss of life. Instead she let him panic when he didn't see her in the bed. Why didn't you kill me? She asked softly. The hardness still in her eyes. It didn't take much to know she was on thin ice here, a human in the enemy camp.