Herasi moved quickly, Her paws stumbling over one another. She continued to glance over her shoulder, her body growing tired by the minute. She had finally lost the soldiers that had been on her tail the whole time but paranoia gripped her heart. Her eye sight was becoming blurry and she was criss crossing and going in all directions.
Her fur was usually a pure white but from the dirt sticking to her and the sweat, it was a dirty grey. Her usually clear eyes were hidden by drooping eyelids. She couldn't stay awake much longer and her shoulder had lost enough blood.
During one of her escapes, she had received a nasty gash across her right shoulder. The cut was open to infection but she was able to clean it out. While running today though, the cut had reopened and stained her fur. Her pads were cut and blistered. Her tail was limp and almost lifeless.
Herasi was glad though. She had made it away from them, Darcia's soldiers. She was glad that she wasn't tortured or anything of that sort. She was alive and that was all that mattered.
After walking a bit, and randomly looking over her shoulder to watch her back, she finally came across what looked to be an abandoned building. Not seeing anyone there, she squeezed through a loose board and shifted. There, a girl with shoulder length white hair and crystal blue eyes remained. Her sleeve was torn where the cut was but that didn't matter. She collapsed to the ground trying to regain her breathing. He let her eyes close and slept. If anyone found her, they would probably think she was just human and was attacked. All the better.