Cecilia Rynbë (bloominsnow) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-03-04 01:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 024, cecilia, chase, owen |
Who: Neptune, Owen, Chase, Cecilia
When: 7:30AMish-8:30ish
Where: Cecilia's bathroom/the hospital
Warnings: Animal sadness, x1000 worse than human sadness
The bad people had come again.
He had tried to warn her that night. Something had been very wrong. Strange scents and sounds all around the house. He had tried to warn her, but she had been wrong, too. Her scent was wrong, her heartrate slower. She had not understood the cues, and had put him out into the yard. He had tried to take her with him, but she had slipped away. Then the bad people had come. They took her first, and then they came back for him. They had pointed something at him and he had felt a sting, and the world went darker around him. He had felt that way at the vet sometimes, and he tried to fight the urge to sleep but he had fallen, and when he fought to open his eyes a man was reaching for him with a strap. He had seen those straps before, when his mistress took him to training. One of the other dogs had the straps wrapped around his muzzle so he couldn't bite.
He bit. He was tired but he bit and tasted blood and fear. He was Neptune and he fought, until he felt another sting and fell asleep. Once he had been another name, and he had another master. That master kept him confined to a chain in the yard. Sometimes children came to play and those had been the only good times. When the children left with their mother the bad master ignored him or forgot to feed him. In the winter he froze, in the summer he sweltered. When he made noise or trouble the bad master beat him. Then he had been taken away to the sad place. So many other dogs and the stench of death and fear. Then the good mistress had come. She called him Neptune and he was a good boy. He hadn't trusted her at first, but she was good and he loved her. The bad people had taken her away, and had taken him to a new sad place. He had been fed but left alone, and he was always so tired. It felt like his life had come and gone in that second sad place, and he had been so afraid. Where was his mistress? Had they hurt her? Had he failed to protect her? Would they ever go home again?
He had grown sleepy, and had the vague impression of being handled. When he woke again he was free, on a cold floor with a mix of familiar and unfamiliar scents. In the beginning it was hard to move. His legs trembled and struggled to support his weight, his head wobbling with the effort. He lowered his muzzle to the floor and sniffed around, ears cocked. He smelled her. She had been here. He followed the scent to the door, and scratched at it with his paws. When that didn't work, he barked. And barked. And barked.
He would dig his way out of this place if he had to. He was going to find her. If the bad people came back, he would kill them before they touched her again.