11-14-2018, 11:33 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: georgia; line-height: 105%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"][font=georgia]For his valiant attempts at trying to get the much larger and dominant canine to leave him alone, he would not be paid in return equally. Hobbitfoot shook desperately, crying out as the Roseblood bit down on his tail. His tiny claws raked the ground, eyes widening to the size of plates. "No, no, stop, STOP!" Never before had he feared so much for his life. He had always been so lucky. That had been his whole theme of life. Lucky to be born alive, unlike his brother Satyrstep. Lucky to be born without a faulty respiratory system unlike his other brother Dragonbreath.
Oh, life was just a series of unfortunate and fortunate events, weren't they. Why had the fates decided he was to be punished now? What had he done wrong? It could have been any other Typhooner, but he -- he was to take the blunt of it. He wondered what Bakugou would think of him. Had he proven his loyalty? Sure, it was not the Pitt who was ripping off his tail, but to be tortured just for being affiliated with a certain group was almost enough for him to want to become a hermit and live the rest of his days in a hole.
The pain was too much for the little cat, so used to growing fat on barn mice and the warm fireplace of the housefly. With a faint whimper, Hobbitfoot passed out from the shock and pain, his body no longer struggling, his eyelids falling shut as the muscles in his legs relaxed and slumped forward, his tail reduced to a bleeding stump.
Oh, life was just a series of unfortunate and fortunate events, weren't they. Why had the fates decided he was to be punished now? What had he done wrong? It could have been any other Typhooner, but he -- he was to take the blunt of it. He wondered what Bakugou would think of him. Had he proven his loyalty? Sure, it was not the Pitt who was ripping off his tail, but to be tortured just for being affiliated with a certain group was almost enough for him to want to become a hermit and live the rest of his days in a hole.
The pain was too much for the little cat, so used to growing fat on barn mice and the warm fireplace of the housefly. With a faint whimper, Hobbitfoot passed out from the shock and pain, his body no longer struggling, his eyelids falling shut as the muscles in his legs relaxed and slumped forward, his tail reduced to a bleeding stump.