Soft, so soft.
Her fingers skimmed on the quilt, lovingly.
It feels weird to her. She usually sleeps on the large tree branches or the hard, cold ground in the cave. The reason was that it made her recall the days of her suffering—cold and aching.
She wanted to remind herself to live with hate and loathing for the people who tormented her; more like a masochist.
Wait. I don't remember having soft quilts.
Quickly sitting up, she cringed and held her head from her abrupt movement, trying to recover from dizziness.
"Ugh!" It took her a minute to recover.
Sensing that she was not alone, she quickly jumped out of bed. She growled, showing off her sharp fangs, and released her sharp claws. Preparing herself for any kind of danger.
As expected, she would display aggressive behavior. Who w
