08-23-2012, 09:29 PM
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Inside, the fight was caught in a loop of punches, bites and scratching. It was all happening to swiftly that it was difficult, and quite nearly impossible, for the red merle australian shepherd to even process what sort of actions were being committed. It was a mess. His mind was rushed, and his body seemed to move more on instinct than by his own coordinated control. The past was catching up again, flowing through him as he fought with such a lack of acknowledgement.
The past he was taking all he had to run away from, to forget, was now making itself more vivid than ever.
In his blind fury Harvey realized what outcomes could be caused because of this; the inability to find the cleansing he desired, new trauma to his reputation and physical body, and if he continued to irritate this clearly furious and violent coyote attacking him still, possibly death.
Bi-coloured eyes widened as he yelped, forcing himself to stop his blows. The cockney canine attempted to pull back, holding his arms close to himself and closing his eyes. He was now refusing to fight back, but he would never run. Defense wasn't even top on the list of his priority at the moment, he just wanted to stop a terrible event before it go too out of hand, and led to dire consequences.
Sorry! He coughed, voiced rasped as he expelled the word with a whimper, I'm sorry, okay, I'm done!
Inside, the fight was caught in a loop of punches, bites and scratching. It was all happening to swiftly that it was difficult, and quite nearly impossible, for the red merle australian shepherd to even process what sort of actions were being committed. It was a mess. His mind was rushed, and his body seemed to move more on instinct than by his own coordinated control. The past was catching up again, flowing through him as he fought with such a lack of acknowledgement.
The past he was taking all he had to run away from, to forget, was now making itself more vivid than ever.
In his blind fury Harvey realized what outcomes could be caused because of this; the inability to find the cleansing he desired, new trauma to his reputation and physical body, and if he continued to irritate this clearly furious and violent coyote attacking him still, possibly death.
Bi-coloured eyes widened as he yelped, forcing himself to stop his blows. The cockney canine attempted to pull back, holding his arms close to himself and closing his eyes. He was now refusing to fight back, but he would never run. Defense wasn't even top on the list of his priority at the moment, he just wanted to stop a terrible event before it go too out of hand, and led to dire consequences.
Sorry! He coughed, voiced rasped as he expelled the word with a whimper, I'm sorry, okay, I'm done!