Post by Jake on Dec 6, 2005 11:00:43 GMT -5
(I was going to wait until later to do this, but I was hit with a sudden burst of creativity! Go me!)
A sudden blast of chilled, artic air slammed into the alley, freezing anything that wasn't froze already.
Crumpled inside a tipped-over aluminum trash can shivered the only thing that hadn't perished or frozen solid. And the only thing that kept it from not was the can.
White and black pelt convulsed spasmatically and a low moan, one of pain and cold, escaped the maw of the brute as he huddled into a tighter ball.
Why do I even try? Why the hell won't I die already? He thought as he gasped, trying to not breath so he could keep in all the warm air that he could. Brown pools pried themselves open, breaking the crust that had formed over his eyes and sealed them shut.
Even though it hurt, the black and white brute didn't cry out in pain: It didn't hurt as much as he hurt inside. His once proud, shiny pelt was covered in blood and half-healed wounds. His ribs poked out and his head seamed to large to be in proportion to his body....
But he didn't care. He couldn't recall the last meal he had, or what it had been. He couldn't remember what it was like to not be in pain...
But he could remember her.
It was her memory that kept him in one peice. It was her that had held him against her chest when he was a pup...
And it was her that he had witnessed died.
Alayne.
Jake moaned softly as he remembered her. She had been his human. It was her back that he snuggled up against each night. It was her that kept him fed.
And it was her that he loved.
He didn't remember much about that night a few weeks past. It had been cold like this, but snowing. And they were driving home. The tires of the truck were sliding, making Jake a bit fearful.
But she was not afraid.
She had bit her lip and cursed strongly as the truck slid slightly, her knuckles white from gripping the wheel so hard.
But one good slide did them in.
Jake felt the truck slid and Alayne curse more strongly.
Then black was all he saw.
When he awoke later, he was still in the truck, but it had flipped over on its side. Once tinted windows had been shattered, lodging themselves into Jake's skin.
Jake whimpered and got up painfully. And he began to search.
He didn't go far though to find her body...
A bit away from the over-turned truck she laid, her body broken.
But she was breathing. She was still alive.
Limping, Jake made his way to her and she opened her eyes. Her face was twisted in pain and she reached out weakly to touch him....
But her hand never made it. It fell limply back to the Earth......
From within the can came a shattering howl of pain and loss, echoing through the alley as the Dalmation remembered.......
A sudden blast of chilled, artic air slammed into the alley, freezing anything that wasn't froze already.
Crumpled inside a tipped-over aluminum trash can shivered the only thing that hadn't perished or frozen solid. And the only thing that kept it from not was the can.
White and black pelt convulsed spasmatically and a low moan, one of pain and cold, escaped the maw of the brute as he huddled into a tighter ball.
Why do I even try? Why the hell won't I die already? He thought as he gasped, trying to not breath so he could keep in all the warm air that he could. Brown pools pried themselves open, breaking the crust that had formed over his eyes and sealed them shut.
Even though it hurt, the black and white brute didn't cry out in pain: It didn't hurt as much as he hurt inside. His once proud, shiny pelt was covered in blood and half-healed wounds. His ribs poked out and his head seamed to large to be in proportion to his body....
But he didn't care. He couldn't recall the last meal he had, or what it had been. He couldn't remember what it was like to not be in pain...
But he could remember her.
It was her memory that kept him in one peice. It was her that had held him against her chest when he was a pup...
And it was her that he had witnessed died.
Alayne.
Jake moaned softly as he remembered her. She had been his human. It was her back that he snuggled up against each night. It was her that kept him fed.
And it was her that he loved.
He didn't remember much about that night a few weeks past. It had been cold like this, but snowing. And they were driving home. The tires of the truck were sliding, making Jake a bit fearful.
But she was not afraid.
She had bit her lip and cursed strongly as the truck slid slightly, her knuckles white from gripping the wheel so hard.
But one good slide did them in.
Jake felt the truck slid and Alayne curse more strongly.
Then black was all he saw.
When he awoke later, he was still in the truck, but it had flipped over on its side. Once tinted windows had been shattered, lodging themselves into Jake's skin.
Jake whimpered and got up painfully. And he began to search.
He didn't go far though to find her body...
A bit away from the over-turned truck she laid, her body broken.
But she was breathing. She was still alive.
Limping, Jake made his way to her and she opened her eyes. Her face was twisted in pain and she reached out weakly to touch him....
But her hand never made it. It fell limply back to the Earth......
From within the can came a shattering howl of pain and loss, echoing through the alley as the Dalmation remembered.......
