03-16-2018, 08:43 PM
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"freddo, freddo, freddo...[sup]1[/sup]" the retriever would whisper to herself, as though she wasn't freezing her paws off. it was dark, the sun had set hours ago, and it was due to rise soon enough. ironic, considering her name and all, but she was a little too chilly to care much for irony and humor. all she could think about was how the snow was so cold, and how crazy someone would have to be to willingly live in it, and how crazy she apparently was for being one of those people. at least, trying to be.
sundaymorning stood at the border, trying her best not to dance from paw to paw, to stand straight and proper and act like the good canine she'd been taught to be growing up. then again, would she really be here if she were that good girl anymore? no, she'd still be home, with her family. sitting patiently, being a good girl, being their good little girl, their pawn. she was tired of that, tired of trying to be everything she wasn't, everything she'd never be, just to satisfy them. sure, it was cold. sure, she was tired. sure, she hadn't the slightest clue what the fuck she was doing there. but sunny was happy, for the first time in an eternity. she was happy, she was free, and though her calm demeanor might not say much, she was excited.
[sup]1[/sup] italian: cold, cold, cold...
"freddo, freddo, freddo...[sup]1[/sup]" the retriever would whisper to herself, as though she wasn't freezing her paws off. it was dark, the sun had set hours ago, and it was due to rise soon enough. ironic, considering her name and all, but she was a little too chilly to care much for irony and humor. all she could think about was how the snow was so cold, and how crazy someone would have to be to willingly live in it, and how crazy she apparently was for being one of those people. at least, trying to be.
sundaymorning stood at the border, trying her best not to dance from paw to paw, to stand straight and proper and act like the good canine she'd been taught to be growing up. then again, would she really be here if she were that good girl anymore? no, she'd still be home, with her family. sitting patiently, being a good girl, being their good little girl, their pawn. she was tired of that, tired of trying to be everything she wasn't, everything she'd never be, just to satisfy them. sure, it was cold. sure, she was tired. sure, she hadn't the slightest clue what the fuck she was doing there. but sunny was happy, for the first time in an eternity. she was happy, she was free, and though her calm demeanor might not say much, she was excited.
[sup]1[/sup] italian: cold, cold, cold...