08-11-2018, 02:13 PM
✧ YOU SHOUT IT OUT BUT I CAN'T HEAR A WORD YOU SAY, TALKING LOUD, NOT SAYING MUCH. I'M CRITICIZED, BUT YOUR BULLETS RICOCHET. YOU SHOOT ME DOWN, BUT I GET UP —
The pup wasn't sure how long he had been running, his fear driving him forward and away from the dangers that lie behind him. He could still hear his family's screams as fire engulfed them, shots ringing out into the forest as the humans finished them off with their loud sticks. After that, he ran, never looking back in fear that the humans might pursue him.
Now, as Fang dashed through the brush, trampling through patches of flowers and pushing his way blindly through bushes, he eventually tripped, tumbling across a border line. Sprawled out on the grass, the pup scrambled to his feet, nearly stumbling again as he looked around fearfully. His breaths were quick, chest rising and falling rapidly as he was suddenly frozen in place, trembling. Enemy territory. Nowhere to run. He was trapped.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #82CFFD; font-size: 24px;"]— FANG ✧
#psychosocial.Now, as Fang dashed through the brush, trampling through patches of flowers and pushing his way blindly through bushes, he eventually tripped, tumbling across a border line. Sprawled out on the grass, the pup scrambled to his feet, nearly stumbling again as he looked around fearfully. His breaths were quick, chest rising and falling rapidly as he was suddenly frozen in place, trembling. Enemy territory. Nowhere to run. He was trapped.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #82CFFD; font-size: 24px;"]— FANG ✧
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