09-13-2018, 12:02 AM
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"we're sending you out into space" they said, "it'll be a groundbreaking experiment" they said, "it'll be perfectly safe" they said. well, guess what? now bones knew that was absolute bullcrap. they were animals — the humans never cared about their well-being, did they? and now, bones was stuck in the middle of goddamn nowhere with only his wits and his medical supplies to keep him alive. the brown, leather satchel slung around his neck and shoulder was nestled by his armpit as he walked. this place wasn't the worst place to get lost in, he supposed. but . . . where exactly was he?
the german shepherd padded along amongst the trees, lifting his cranium to observe the bushes and undergrowth flourishing all around him. it was a forest; that was obvious enough. it sure as hell wasn't familiar to him. for all he knew, he could've been stuck somewhere in asia or europe. it wasn't exactly clear where the ship had crash-landed. if he got mauled by a tiger or a feral bear? then so be it. it sure was better than wandering aimlessly for days on end. how long had it been since he had last seen the other two? a week? god, he still wondered to himself if he should go back and check for any signs of life. but, strangely enough, there hadn't been a soul on that wreck when he had woken up from unconsciousness.
the wanderer had nearly tripped over a log, and he grumbled to himself, "Gah . . . shit." bones was getting pretty irritated, seeing as he really wasn't getting anywhere fast.
then, a pawstep. / another. / another.
bones pricked his triangular ears, and a slight frown tugged at his maw. he glanced around warily, and suddenly, the idea of an attack by a feral creature didn't seem so unrealistic. on edge, the male spoke up, "Hello?"
"we're sending you out into space" they said, "it'll be a groundbreaking experiment" they said, "it'll be perfectly safe" they said. well, guess what? now bones knew that was absolute bullcrap. they were animals — the humans never cared about their well-being, did they? and now, bones was stuck in the middle of goddamn nowhere with only his wits and his medical supplies to keep him alive. the brown, leather satchel slung around his neck and shoulder was nestled by his armpit as he walked. this place wasn't the worst place to get lost in, he supposed. but . . . where exactly was he?
the german shepherd padded along amongst the trees, lifting his cranium to observe the bushes and undergrowth flourishing all around him. it was a forest; that was obvious enough. it sure as hell wasn't familiar to him. for all he knew, he could've been stuck somewhere in asia or europe. it wasn't exactly clear where the ship had crash-landed. if he got mauled by a tiger or a feral bear? then so be it. it sure was better than wandering aimlessly for days on end. how long had it been since he had last seen the other two? a week? god, he still wondered to himself if he should go back and check for any signs of life. but, strangely enough, there hadn't been a soul on that wreck when he had woken up from unconsciousness.
the wanderer had nearly tripped over a log, and he grumbled to himself, "Gah . . . shit." bones was getting pretty irritated, seeing as he really wasn't getting anywhere fast.
then, a pawstep. / another. / another.
bones pricked his triangular ears, and a slight frown tugged at his maw. he glanced around warily, and suddenly, the idea of an attack by a feral creature didn't seem so unrealistic. on edge, the male spoke up, "Hello?"
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
beatles // she or her pronouns // characters // see profile for more info