Murderer
11-02-2014, 04:24 PM
Trica sat on the frozen ground. Numb. That is all she could feel, nothingness. Her usually bright orbs were dull and lifeless, her body limb as she stared into the sky, the night pitch black. Her pelt was a matted mess, she had lost the motivation to clean it. She didn't know how she knew, but it had happened, and she felt guilty. What was so wrong with her that she could have had a miscarriage. A lump of grief formed at the back of her throat, but she couldn't cry. Dry sobs racked her sore body, tears refusing to give her the relief she desired. For some reason, the pup she was destined to have died. She failed her mate and the pup and she felt so utterly guilty. It was her fault and she couldn't change that. Another son racked her body as she sat on her haunches staring at the starless night above her, feeling a connection with the blackness, the empty feeling in her heart. She finally laid down, knowing that sleep wouldn't overcome her, but she didn't deserve that. She murdered a helpless pup. Speech, |