02-07-2011, 07:22 PM
WC: 321
He shivered and whimpered as he watched his daddy? not daddy? run off into the distance. He huddled against one of the tussocks of grass, he didn't know why daddy was going and why he had to stay here. A feeling he remembered from when he lived with his Moma came back to him, the time when his last sibling no longer played and he had not-breath anymore. Loneliness. He remembered as each of his siblings had not-breathed from the holes in them that made the red liquid flow, and he had been alone with his Moma, he didn't know why Moma bit and scratched or why she pushed him and snarled cruel things. He lowered his head and drew a tentative paw over the stump that remained of his left ear, wincing as it stung fiercely.
Pain. He was used to pain. It had been the one constant in his life so far. His wide blue eyes looked around himself. Something screeched and he jumped, curling in upon himself and whimpering more. The ear that he still possessed, although it was a sad looking torn thing, swiveled around searching for the source of the noise. The bushes rustled and he Flattened himself to the ground as a female as large as could be came into his sight. She was all different colors, mostly a greyey color. She was covered in scars, like his moma has been and like he was himself now. His ear pricked as she came closer and asked him a question. The question brought back his alone feelings and tears came to his eyes, rolling down his cheeks; his quiet, upset voice answering the pretty female's askings,
"Mah daddy, he gone. He run away. He leave Unwanted here. Daddy no love Unwanted no more? His huge blue eyes looked up at her. Sadness and pain that ran soul deep staring out at the ashen colored hybrid.
He shivered and whimpered as he watched his daddy? not daddy? run off into the distance. He huddled against one of the tussocks of grass, he didn't know why daddy was going and why he had to stay here. A feeling he remembered from when he lived with his Moma came back to him, the time when his last sibling no longer played and he had not-breath anymore. Loneliness. He remembered as each of his siblings had not-breathed from the holes in them that made the red liquid flow, and he had been alone with his Moma, he didn't know why Moma bit and scratched or why she pushed him and snarled cruel things. He lowered his head and drew a tentative paw over the stump that remained of his left ear, wincing as it stung fiercely.
Pain. He was used to pain. It had been the one constant in his life so far. His wide blue eyes looked around himself. Something screeched and he jumped, curling in upon himself and whimpering more. The ear that he still possessed, although it was a sad looking torn thing, swiveled around searching for the source of the noise. The bushes rustled and he Flattened himself to the ground as a female as large as could be came into his sight. She was all different colors, mostly a greyey color. She was covered in scars, like his moma has been and like he was himself now. His ear pricked as she came closer and asked him a question. The question brought back his alone feelings and tears came to his eyes, rolling down his cheeks; his quiet, upset voice answering the pretty female's askings,
"Mah daddy, he gone. He run away. He leave Unwanted here. Daddy no love Unwanted no more? His huge blue eyes looked up at her. Sadness and pain that ran soul deep staring out at the ashen colored hybrid.