Post by Care on Mar 5, 2014 21:21:52 GMT
Storm
id rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun, only the good die young
The second her paws were against the familiar forest ground, the young border collie found herself beginning to relax. She was always much more at home when it came to the peaceful shadows that the trees cast over the forest floor. The small rabbit hung limply from her jaws and her ears were perked, flicking to and fro at any sound that could turn out to be dangerous. But, mostly it was the sound of the birds as they sung their beautiful songs into the warm afternoon. As she found a shady spot under one of her favorite trees, she paced a few circles before she laid down, nudging the rabbit awkwardly as though she weren't even hungry anymore.
Usually she was fine on these days. Wake up the birds singing, get a meal, relax in the sun until the night came once again. But, today was different. There was a strange feeling in her stomach. An emptiness. Even after her sparrow this morning, it was still there and not going away. It was obvious the pain was from being alone, but Storm thought she could just push or eat away the emptiness, but it obviously wasn't working like that. Lowering her ears, she took reluctantly slow bites from the rabbit until it was gone. Then she simply just flopped over, and laid her ears back.
She had been alone for so long and never been lonely before, what made now any different? You'd think that when you grew up, being lonely wouldn't really be an issue, like you would mature out of it. But, it appeared that she was only getting worse as the days went on. The collie's blue and brown eyes looked up at the sky above her, the sound of the only other sound was the birds singing into the air. What more could she really ask for?
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