Post by sparrow on Jan 31, 2014 20:54:12 GMT -6
His heavy paws touched the ground hard every time he took a step. He was careless where placed his feet, not truly thinking much about it. His head swam with uncomfortable thoughts and made him dizzy, his hips swaying from side to side in rhythm to his light gait. With his head and tail down, it was hard to ever imagine him as a treasured stud, whose beauty caught the eyes of many and provided his owner with full profit. He was no longer perfectly groomed and trimmed, and his usually snow white coat was matted with stickers and almost brown in color. Traveling in the forest had proven much more difficult than he had ever thought, but he had managed. He also managed to survive the perilous highways he walked along to reach the place he tred on now. His paw pads had bled numerous times, though he never stopped to lick them or tend to them. For days he had been walking with his eyes glazed over and the same saddened look upon his face. If you were to take a quick glance at him, you would become frightened of the beast that stared back at you with cold, grey eyes. They no longer shone light blue or white, but a dulled grey ever since that fateful night on the farm. Even though he had tried to stay out of the way of most other animals, he found himself in some unpleasant predicaments, no matter how hard he tried to avoid them. His lip had torn from a few fights back and one of his back legs had a gnarly gash in it, but was not fatal. Seemed as though trouble just seemed to follow him wherever he went. Though his body was well-built and he had always trained well, he was underfed and his body was already starting to take a toll from it. He looked as though he were a walking corpse, a depressed, ugly corpse.
Sparrow continued to walk through his haze, though there were many thoughts in his head, they all circled around one thing. Her. She was constantly haunting his nightmares and plaguing his every thought. The beauty with no name, the one he had fallen for, though never once lusted for her. He imagined her long muzzle that would push under his head as if to tell him to never give up. She didn't speak much, but through her actions, he had always known what she meant. And somehow she was always able to cheer him up. As he thought of all the times he had been with her, when they were happy in each others silence, darker memories also started to flood back in. When his beloved and trusted owner took her out of her kennel and led her to the forest. He remembered thinking it was all a game, something fun for once. He could still hear the shot as loud and clear as if it had just gone off a few seconds ago. He saw the image of her body slumping and the life draining from her chocolate eyes.He remembered the night he had spent with her body, trying to keep her warm just as he had every other night when she was still alive. Nothing had ever prepared him for such a loss. He was not used to having someone so close to him, and to lose her, well to him that meant losing everything.
He didn't exactly know where he was going or what his plans were, he just knew he had to get away from the farm that had murder written in its soil. He didn't even know if he wanted to be alive anymore. the pain of her memories were almost too much to bare. He figured that he'd just wander the Earth until he died in a fight or from starvation, which ever came first. A building not far from him caught his eye. Lifting his head to the air, he cautiously sniffed, sensing that there were others nearby. Not exactly wanting a confrontation, he tried to avoid the tall building, that crept up on him like a shadow. Clumsily he picked his way around debris and stones, trying not to let the sharp rocks tear into his already mangled paws. A quick high pitched yelp rose in his throat, though, without warning. He cursed at himself for being so clumsy, a small rock lodging itself in between two toes. He took a second to try and pick it out, it was nothing more than a small scratch, yet he hoped that the that the company he had smelt earlier didn't hear him or recognize his presence.
Sparrow continued to walk through his haze, though there were many thoughts in his head, they all circled around one thing. Her. She was constantly haunting his nightmares and plaguing his every thought. The beauty with no name, the one he had fallen for, though never once lusted for her. He imagined her long muzzle that would push under his head as if to tell him to never give up. She didn't speak much, but through her actions, he had always known what she meant. And somehow she was always able to cheer him up. As he thought of all the times he had been with her, when they were happy in each others silence, darker memories also started to flood back in. When his beloved and trusted owner took her out of her kennel and led her to the forest. He remembered thinking it was all a game, something fun for once. He could still hear the shot as loud and clear as if it had just gone off a few seconds ago. He saw the image of her body slumping and the life draining from her chocolate eyes.He remembered the night he had spent with her body, trying to keep her warm just as he had every other night when she was still alive. Nothing had ever prepared him for such a loss. He was not used to having someone so close to him, and to lose her, well to him that meant losing everything.
He didn't exactly know where he was going or what his plans were, he just knew he had to get away from the farm that had murder written in its soil. He didn't even know if he wanted to be alive anymore. the pain of her memories were almost too much to bare. He figured that he'd just wander the Earth until he died in a fight or from starvation, which ever came first. A building not far from him caught his eye. Lifting his head to the air, he cautiously sniffed, sensing that there were others nearby. Not exactly wanting a confrontation, he tried to avoid the tall building, that crept up on him like a shadow. Clumsily he picked his way around debris and stones, trying not to let the sharp rocks tear into his already mangled paws. A quick high pitched yelp rose in his throat, though, without warning. He cursed at himself for being so clumsy, a small rock lodging itself in between two toes. He took a second to try and pick it out, it was nothing more than a small scratch, yet he hoped that the that the company he had smelt earlier didn't hear him or recognize his presence.