come to papa

*Niamh* · 08-23-2019, 10:34 PM

her tail would wag again, but this time with more earnest than before but would stall when he asked her name. she wanted to please him - because that would make this easier - but at the same time... she hadn't spoken to anyone in over a year. self-conscious she had 'lost' her voice, she tried to make a sound but it came out as a squeak. her throat felt raw and unused. like burning coals were forced down her gullet, preventing her to speak. Niamh would look at the man with worry, wondering if he thought she was somehow defective now. that he got a bad deal from the Viking woman.

hoping to please her new owner, she came up with an idea. instead, her eyes dropped to the floor and she reached out with one paw. she scribbled 'Niamh' in the dirt, hoping he could read or at least understand. it was noticeable enough and literate enough. with the same paw, she scratched out 'Niamh' to write 'Nia' underneath. "..." if he wanted to call her a short name, she supposed it was okay. he did own her now. he could technically call her anything he wanted. she had blushed when he said she was 'beautiful', a stark red across her pale cheeks. if only she could see what the man looked like; he was just a nice big blue blur to her. but from what she could see, he had a large body and some markings.

Niamh's head tilted to the side when he offered her food. she was hungry, yes. diligently she followed after his large strides, trying to keep up after months in captivity. in a hole or tied somewhere sturdy. fed scraps. just enough to be alive. she stumbled a bit but tried to keep in his 'shadow' as the man asked her to.

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