06-19-2018, 01:10 AM
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Cooper was anxious to the point of exhaustion and feeling sick to his stomach. With every step and movement, he felt like he was going to loose his lunch. Not that he’d eaten lunch, he’d felt too sick and didn’t bother. He was worried too, about Margaery and Suiteheart. As the due date crept closer, it seemed that their relationship was growing strained.
That’s where Cooper was headed, to talk to Margaery and get her side of things. It was slow going, as his stomach lurched with every step. This immense feeling of doom that has washed over him, filling him with dread and anxiety. He hadn’t felt like this in moons, not since- no. Now is not the time to be thinking about it.
He needed to get to Margaery, needed to talk to her. Just fight through his own emotions, suppress them into the back of his mind. He wasn’t far now, just a few more minutes at most.
Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery.
This was on loop in his brain, motivating him forward, when he heard it.
He heard the anguished cries of Suiteheart, plunging itself into his veins and striking them cold. Despite everything, despite the sway in his step, despite the blur to his vision, despite it all, he began to run. Sprinting, claws leaving gouges in the floor, fear leaving gouges in his heart, Cooper ran. Not again. he couldn’t be loosing someone again.
Images of curly brown fur flashed in his head, of warm eyes full of love, eyes soon turned dull. And then, the images were replaced, flashes of Margaery taking their place. No! it couldn’t be happening again.
”Dia-Diane, it’s happening again and I’m-I’m so afra-afraid” panted our as the canine, rounding the corner to where he knew she would be. What he was, it brought him to a halt. The scene of Suiteheart, curled over her still-formed lover, their kittens crawling around and crying. Roy and Luna, both attempting to comfort the grieving molly and Rad, well Rad was there.
Emotions flooded the canine. Exhaustion, pain, grief, and anger. Anger was strong, flooding his veins and warming him. But who was he to be angry at, who could he blame for tearing away Margaery. His instincts blamed the kits, screaming at him to tear them away from her, to push them away. It was their fault she was gone!
No. No, they were barely minutes old, they couldn’t be blamed. Margaery, she was the one to be blamed. She probably knew it was going to happen but... but she was gone.
Cooper gave a mournful whine, slowly creeping forward until he reached the small gathering of animals. With tears streaming down his muzzle, he pressed his nose to her chest. He was searching for a heartbeat, like he’d done before when she’s fallen. This time, this time there was nothing.
He let out another whine, turning his head to look at Suite instead. He pressed himself against the white molly, wrapping his tail around her. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it, unsure of what even to say.
"Speech"
That’s where Cooper was headed, to talk to Margaery and get her side of things. It was slow going, as his stomach lurched with every step. This immense feeling of doom that has washed over him, filling him with dread and anxiety. He hadn’t felt like this in moons, not since- no. Now is not the time to be thinking about it.
He needed to get to Margaery, needed to talk to her. Just fight through his own emotions, suppress them into the back of his mind. He wasn’t far now, just a few more minutes at most.
Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery. Need to talk to Margaery.
This was on loop in his brain, motivating him forward, when he heard it.
He heard the anguished cries of Suiteheart, plunging itself into his veins and striking them cold. Despite everything, despite the sway in his step, despite the blur to his vision, despite it all, he began to run. Sprinting, claws leaving gouges in the floor, fear leaving gouges in his heart, Cooper ran. Not again. he couldn’t be loosing someone again.
Images of curly brown fur flashed in his head, of warm eyes full of love, eyes soon turned dull. And then, the images were replaced, flashes of Margaery taking their place. No! it couldn’t be happening again.
”Dia-Diane, it’s happening again and I’m-I’m so afra-afraid” panted our as the canine, rounding the corner to where he knew she would be. What he was, it brought him to a halt. The scene of Suiteheart, curled over her still-formed lover, their kittens crawling around and crying. Roy and Luna, both attempting to comfort the grieving molly and Rad, well Rad was there.
Emotions flooded the canine. Exhaustion, pain, grief, and anger. Anger was strong, flooding his veins and warming him. But who was he to be angry at, who could he blame for tearing away Margaery. His instincts blamed the kits, screaming at him to tear them away from her, to push them away. It was their fault she was gone!
No. No, they were barely minutes old, they couldn’t be blamed. Margaery, she was the one to be blamed. She probably knew it was going to happen but... but she was gone.
Cooper gave a mournful whine, slowly creeping forward until he reached the small gathering of animals. With tears streaming down his muzzle, he pressed his nose to her chest. He was searching for a heartbeat, like he’d done before when she’s fallen. This time, this time there was nothing.
He let out another whine, turning his head to look at Suite instead. He pressed himself against the white molly, wrapping his tail around her. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it, unsure of what even to say.
"Speech"
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PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
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