Does this gift have a refund?
10-30-2014, 07:15 PM
A few days after her traumatic discovery would find Motif curled in a den she might as well call her own. She had never bothered to recreate the one that had been lost in the storm and now she honestly couldn't find a reason why she should. So she was having pups, so what? Didn't mean they needed a comfy den to live it. She smirked without humour at a thought. Perhaps she could have the pups in Bass's den and he could live with the smell of afterbirth and the noise of their sharp lungs. But this wasn't his fault of course, even if the idea of the ultimately prank teased at her playful side. Yes, she wasn't taking this seriously, but that was the only way she could live with herself. After all, what else could this be but some big cosmic joke upon her. Find a hot guy, sure, now live with pups for the rest of your life. Her thoughts where a chaotic jumble, rushing back and forth from thoughts of jokes to thoughts of horror, as she struggled to deal with the predicament she found herself in. As much as she loved her family she wished she could lock herself up here forever and never see the light of day again. How had her life changed so dramatically? She couldn't care for young, and nor did she want to. She cared for Abaven, and that was more then enough responsibility for her, she didn't want little lives in her paws, couldn't the universe understand that? |
