The final breath of a fantastic beast ( R/M)
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The final breath of a fantastic beast ( R/M)
by Guest Sun Mar 31, 2013 6:56 pm
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Bang! The loud noise echoed about the woods silenceing every living thing with in. A whole woods buzzing with silence instantly quite other then a few birds crying out a warning as they flew away. Spilt blood laid on the grass in a goey trail fallowing our cannine. She was a young fea with a decent sized milk sack, indicating her pups existence. She had a mostly dark gret multi colored coat and a slender frame made for speed. A large wound of a bullet bled wildly a over her flank on both sides, on her left a little higher. She limped badly... Tonight was her final night and she knew it. A plump hen dangled from her mouth, it was her prize for the day... She'd been stealing from a farm because of her inability to hunt right... You see she was born with her front legs twisted inward making running hard. She also had unnormally small lungs making life all the harder.
Soon she vanished into a den filled with whines and whimpers of young pups. Looking at them she smiled, they were only a few weeks old. Just opening their little ears and their ears detaching from the body so they'd hear. Lying down she rang her tounges over them in turn.
A small albino puppy rushed up o nurse happily, her small stail wagging wildly. Her name was Stranger, because of her unique coat in which the name of was unknown to her mother... So stranger was the name. She pushed her paws on the soft belly of her mother and sucked the warm milk out.
Multi, as we shall call the namless mother, munched on her chicken as she allowed her pups. She was thinking hard of what to do in order to save the young puppies. She felt so helpless right now...so alone.
Bang! The loud noise echoed about the woods silenceing every living thing with in. A whole woods buzzing with silence instantly quite other then a few birds crying out a warning as they flew away. Spilt blood laid on the grass in a goey trail fallowing our cannine. She was a young fea with a decent sized milk sack, indicating her pups existence. She had a mostly dark gret multi colored coat and a slender frame made for speed. A large wound of a bullet bled wildly a over her flank on both sides, on her left a little higher. She limped badly... Tonight was her final night and she knew it. A plump hen dangled from her mouth, it was her prize for the day... She'd been stealing from a farm because of her inability to hunt right... You see she was born with her front legs twisted inward making running hard. She also had unnormally small lungs making life all the harder.
Soon she vanished into a den filled with whines and whimpers of young pups. Looking at them she smiled, they were only a few weeks old. Just opening their little ears and their ears detaching from the body so they'd hear. Lying down she rang her tounges over them in turn.
A small albino puppy rushed up o nurse happily, her small stail wagging wildly. Her name was Stranger, because of her unique coat in which the name of was unknown to her mother... So stranger was the name. She pushed her paws on the soft belly of her mother and sucked the warm milk out.
Multi, as we shall call the namless mother, munched on her chicken as she allowed her pups. She was thinking hard of what to do in order to save the young puppies. She felt so helpless right now...so alone.
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