Her clothes are soon in shreds, threads and peices of it hanging off, trailing behind her as she ran...but she was running slower now, her body was not fit, she was out of shape, lazy...she had no endurance and she knew it...the thought made her cry...she knew she had no chance of escaping...maybe if she hid somewhere...<br/>She started looking around as she ran, searching for a cave, an outcropping of rock...something, anything..<br/>but she found nothing...only more claws coming dangerously close to her side as she ran, only more of the harsh tear of fabric as those claws ripped through her delicate dress.