Noooooooooo
10-18-2014, 08:50 PM
A voice suddenly interrupting her misery was shock enough to instantly stop her tears, her vulpine face whipping to face the intruder and she cringed back despite the obvious care he'd taken to not startle her. Her stomach twisted sickly at the towering, dark-coated male standing there, but it was his question that reminded her about her dreadful mistake and made her want to retch, and she started to cry all over again. "No I'm not okayyyy," she wailed. "I killed it, it was beautiful and it was happy and I killed it and I'm a monsterrrrrr." The waif-like youth buried her freckled face between her forepaws and shook with silent sobs, totally oblivious to whatever effect her hysterics might have on the male. She wasn't, as many did, doing it for attention, so she was despite her anxiety naively unaware of the sort of bad attention her obvious distress might bring. She was, however, acutely and painfully aware that she was making a horrible first impression on the big male - though she incorrectly assumed it would be her fish-murder that would make him think badly of her - and it made her just ill thinking about it. "" |