Left Behind
07-01-2014, 11:15 AM
A blunt black and white background surrounded a tiny little creature; a dark and light pup that wasn't even half a year old. His eyes glowed a white light, almost paranormal. Though it wasn't visible, his orbs looked around him as he sit in the briar. He looked carefully at the Dark spikes that seemed to be in every direction he could see. The sky was white which meant it was still early, probably noon but the sun wasn't set up too high in the sky. The boy wrapped his tail around his paws, waiting patiently for something. His head moved slightly every once in a while, turning to a different briar bush careful not to touch the spike or get too close to a cluster. The path was wide enough for him to get by, but maybe not a large wolf. It was odd that a young pup, especially as young as he, was to sit alone in such a dangerous place. He could easily wonder into the thorns and getting severely injured. But he couldn't get out if he even tried. The boy was blind, and though he could use his knowledge of depth perception, there was no way he wouldn't end up cutting himself and bleeding out. He couldn't look in every direction, and it was hard to tell how far off the thorns would be. So the pup would just sit and wait, but what was he so patiently waiting for? Walk "Talk" Think |
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