12-01-2018, 05:50 PM
abashed did not feel so good. Her little body was wracked with shivers and her nose was dripping. She reached a paw up to rub the drip away and wobbled on her other three feet, yelping softly as she lost her balance and fell. She landed hard on her side with a grunt that ended in a pained little whimper, and the impact knocked her into a coughing fit. Tears welled up in her soft blue eyes, and she curled in on herself, a miserable little ball of black and ghosty-grey that made just a hint of a spotty pattern on her coat.
She wanted to go home. She wanted to curl up in the dark with Momma and snuggle and cry, wanted Momma to lick her face and hold her close and fuss over her and tell her everything was gonna be okay. Probably Momma would yell at her to stop making so much noise with that goddamn cough and tell her to go away though. abashed rested her head on her paw, barely even noticing it was covered in blood from her not-just-runny nose. With another soft little whine, she rubbed her nose against her paw again, and yep, more blood.
Well.
Yep.
She burst into pathetic tears, big awful ones that rolled down her cheeks and spilled onto the ground and turned her into a puddle of sad tears and icky nose blood, too gross for cuddles or snuggles or fussing over anyhow. The crying made her snotty and ickier still, and she sniffled too hard and gagged on the blood and gook that dripped down her throat, and the gagging triggered another coughing fit.
Maybe she should just lay here instead of trying to get home. She didn’t remember how to anyhow, and Momma wouldn’t want her around, spreading her germs and getting her sick too. Plus it sounded like too, too much work to get up and try and find home anyhow. The island sure had gotten big, lots bigger than she remembered, and she was all turned around anyhow. So she closed her eyes and rested her head on her paws and just curled up in a pathetic little ball of grossness where she’d fallen.
((I'm so sorry I'm so icky, pls forgive me and come play anyhow, Loopy. /sob))
She wanted to go home. She wanted to curl up in the dark with Momma and snuggle and cry, wanted Momma to lick her face and hold her close and fuss over her and tell her everything was gonna be okay. Probably Momma would yell at her to stop making so much noise with that goddamn cough and tell her to go away though. abashed rested her head on her paw, barely even noticing it was covered in blood from her not-just-runny nose. With another soft little whine, she rubbed her nose against her paw again, and yep, more blood.
Well.
Yep.
She burst into pathetic tears, big awful ones that rolled down her cheeks and spilled onto the ground and turned her into a puddle of sad tears and icky nose blood, too gross for cuddles or snuggles or fussing over anyhow. The crying made her snotty and ickier still, and she sniffled too hard and gagged on the blood and gook that dripped down her throat, and the gagging triggered another coughing fit.
Maybe she should just lay here instead of trying to get home. She didn’t remember how to anyhow, and Momma wouldn’t want her around, spreading her germs and getting her sick too. Plus it sounded like too, too much work to get up and try and find home anyhow. The island sure had gotten big, lots bigger than she remembered, and she was all turned around anyhow. So she closed her eyes and rested her head on her paws and just curled up in a pathetic little ball of grossness where she’d fallen.
((I'm so sorry I'm so icky, pls forgive me and come play anyhow, Loopy. /sob))