04-29-2020, 05:51 AM
THESE DAYS, MAINLY LOSING YOU
Their collar crackled as they made their way through the swamp. Every little noise it made had once made their ears flick in surprise, but now only seemed to confuse them. What was it? What was here? The wolfdog trudged further, carefully clambering over roots and through the muck. They could feel it between their toes, clinging to their fur. In the hollows of their claws. They looked, well. Miserable.
They considered going back, considered giving up, but with every step, the box crackled and sang to them, the noise filling the silence was hard to resist. The only companionship Keter had was whatever human mechanism was in the noisy little thing. It had only picked up...something, when they'd been on the very edge of the swamp, beckoning them further with every step. They owed it to themself, they thought, to at least see this through.
Keter watched their every step, careful and quiet. They watched strange critters dash away upon seeing them, not one of them stopping for a chat. It was a bit disheartening, really. All of it was disheartening, the wetness, the mud, the traps they had to keep avoiding-- and upon that thought, just after stepping over a log, they seemed to have triggered one, a net scooping them up, dangling them a little ways off the ground. They yelped and snarled in their surprise, panicking a little. This was bad. Who the hell was putting these everywhere?
Keter squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position in their net prison. They stuck their nose out of one of the loops, staring off into the distance. They could see... Something. A settlement? Great. Lovely. Moments away from being out of this hellhole, and now they couldn't even continue. Should they call out? Howl? Bark? Would that even be smart? They didn't know what lurked here, and Keter almost swore they saw something massive moving through the water back there.
Fuck. FUCK!
They pulled their face back, clamping their jaws over the ropes and vines, trying to bite and saw their way out of the contraption. Fuck this. Fuck all of this.
They considered going back, considered giving up, but with every step, the box crackled and sang to them, the noise filling the silence was hard to resist. The only companionship Keter had was whatever human mechanism was in the noisy little thing. It had only picked up...something, when they'd been on the very edge of the swamp, beckoning them further with every step. They owed it to themself, they thought, to at least see this through.
Keter watched their every step, careful and quiet. They watched strange critters dash away upon seeing them, not one of them stopping for a chat. It was a bit disheartening, really. All of it was disheartening, the wetness, the mud, the traps they had to keep avoiding-- and upon that thought, just after stepping over a log, they seemed to have triggered one, a net scooping them up, dangling them a little ways off the ground. They yelped and snarled in their surprise, panicking a little. This was bad. Who the hell was putting these everywhere?
Keter squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position in their net prison. They stuck their nose out of one of the loops, staring off into the distance. They could see... Something. A settlement? Great. Lovely. Moments away from being out of this hellhole, and now they couldn't even continue. Should they call out? Howl? Bark? Would that even be smart? They didn't know what lurked here, and Keter almost swore they saw something massive moving through the water back there.
Fuck. FUCK!
They pulled their face back, clamping their jaws over the ropes and vines, trying to bite and saw their way out of the contraption. Fuck this. Fuck all of this.
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