06-20-2017, 08:02 PM
Teal
Round and round, she was spinning. She couldn’t help the little bubble of happy that tripped from her heart and out her mouth at the dizzying tilt to her balance. It was a fun little bouncing vibration that didn’t seem to stop once it started. And there was a foreign thump thump beating rhythmically in her chest, a dancing pattern of tones she could feel pounding pleasantly against her ribs.
Noses prodded at her, urging her around again, around in place, and she could feel her face was as happy as her heart. It felt so nice, so friendly. She was so used to being snapped at and chased away. They stuck something light and flimsy to the top of her muzzle, startling her though the touch was still so gentle. Friendly.
Until they let her go and pushed her!
She stumbled in the infinite darkness. Endless black everywhere, always. Almost immediately, something sliced across her shoulder - someone cut her! It was followed with a rumbling crash as something fell, a lot of smaller somethings. She felt more vibration in her throat as she wailed in shock and pain. And fear. It was a sound that would never reach her own ears, guttural and raw. Terrified.
The familiar heat and wet of her blood pooled and spilled over, tickling a trail down her leg that knew that path so intimately. She didn’t bother counting anymore how many times in a day - or night, they were all the same to her - she would wind up with similar injuries.
That beat echoing in her chest still continued, so much darker now, so much more sinister and frightening. Like a beast cackling, watching her panic, her frantic fight to escape as the thing attached to her nose fluttered with her movements. She tumbled again, another vibration of things falling all around her and suddenly thick, messy stuff all over her. It was sticky and clinging, but she scrambled to her feet anyway, twisting and shaking the sweet-smelling thing off of her as she scuttled away.
She turned - and her nose smacked right into something else. Something tall and hard and funny-smelling, and the flappy thing on her face finally dislodged from her. She angled again and bolted for her life, terrified.
She couldn’t hear the laughter and guffaws.
Couldn’t see the beaming smiles of mirth and merriment.
And congratulations! Because she’d won.
She had no idea she just pinned the tutu on Carnage.
Noses prodded at her, urging her around again, around in place, and she could feel her face was as happy as her heart. It felt so nice, so friendly. She was so used to being snapped at and chased away. They stuck something light and flimsy to the top of her muzzle, startling her though the touch was still so gentle. Friendly.
Until they let her go and pushed her!
She stumbled in the infinite darkness. Endless black everywhere, always. Almost immediately, something sliced across her shoulder - someone cut her! It was followed with a rumbling crash as something fell, a lot of smaller somethings. She felt more vibration in her throat as she wailed in shock and pain. And fear. It was a sound that would never reach her own ears, guttural and raw. Terrified.
The familiar heat and wet of her blood pooled and spilled over, tickling a trail down her leg that knew that path so intimately. She didn’t bother counting anymore how many times in a day - or night, they were all the same to her - she would wind up with similar injuries.
That beat echoing in her chest still continued, so much darker now, so much more sinister and frightening. Like a beast cackling, watching her panic, her frantic fight to escape as the thing attached to her nose fluttered with her movements. She tumbled again, another vibration of things falling all around her and suddenly thick, messy stuff all over her. It was sticky and clinging, but she scrambled to her feet anyway, twisting and shaking the sweet-smelling thing off of her as she scuttled away.
She turned - and her nose smacked right into something else. Something tall and hard and funny-smelling, and the flappy thing on her face finally dislodged from her. She angled again and bolted for her life, terrified.
She couldn’t hear the laughter and guffaws.
Couldn’t see the beaming smiles of mirth and merriment.
And congratulations! Because she’d won.
She had no idea she just pinned the tutu on Carnage.
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