[ DOG NIGHTMARE ❧ LEAVING ]

[dallas.]

Tanglewood had not been unkind to Dallas, save for one particular hyena that would remain unnamed. They had taken him and Johnny in, fed him, and had even started to give him somewhat of a purpose in life, besides just causing trouble and fighting whenever he felt restless. However, the entire reason Dal had even ended up here was because of Adelaide. The female had seen him, young, hungry, and afraid underneath all of his layers of bluster, and she had decided to bring him to the place where she believed he would be safe, and taken care of. At first, the canine had been annoyed by this, thinking that she was putting her nose where it didn't belong and causing trouble, but as time had passed, Dal had been glad he had been brought here, even if it hadn't been in the most dignified of ways.

Adelaide, although he had only truly known her for a little while now, had come to be like a sprt of proto-mother figure for him. After all, his real mother had passed when he was very young, and his father was hardly the picture of good parenthood, so Adelaide was really the first he had ever met who had cared for him. Even though he never would've admitted it out loud, he ended up caring for her, and had been eager to spend time with her, and to let her get to know Johnny as well. However, as soon as he had woken up that morning and noticed the odd emptiness of the house around him – Adelaide hadn't kept a lot of things inside of it, but there had been a few knick knacks which were now suspiciously absent – he had immediately felt that something was wrong. Pushing himself up to his paws, the injured shepherd padded outside just in time to hear Ade calling out from the outskirts of town. When he wandered over, his heart sank further and further with her every word. His chest grew oddly tight, and it felt like his eyes were burning, a strange lump blocking out his throat. He swallowed thickly, digging his blunt claws into the dirt before blinking the tears away, shaking his head. No, he shouldn't be crying. Crying was weak. Taking a shaky breath, the white canine barked in the most monotone voice he could manage, "Bye, I guess. Y'know. I'll... I'll keep your fuckin' house warm, or whatever..." His voice seemed to crack a little at the end, and he winced, immediately turning tail and racing off back towards Adelaide's old home. He couldn't watch her go.