I Can't Stop Drinking About You. {Hascal}

The red brown and ivory woman would drag her paws in the silver tinted sand under the moonlight, holding her head low in sorrow. Slish, slush. Slish, slush. Her thoughts were so loud that they almost silenced out the rush of the water on the silver shore, little sprays of sea salt spraying her coat with dew drops. She would pick up her head, sapphire blue audits watching the translucent crystalline blue waves. The water would scurry up along the sea shore, then quickly retreat, like a game of tag... Her mate had abandoned her, right after she had birthed still borns, as well. She felt defeated, betrayed. And most of all, broken.

What had she done to be treated by the Gods in such a way that was only possible in a nightmare? Perhaps, she should just give up on the whole concept of life, love, and living.. She just wasn't very good at it.

The fragile woman would sigh and sink onto her haunches in front of the shore, eyes skimming out in the horizon, looking for some kind of answer to all of her questions.. Why?