Post by Conclude™ on May 6, 2007 12:11:41 GMT -5
She had been running all day, escaping the people, the birds, the other animals. She wasn't herself, and she didn't know why, all she knew was she needed to be alone and fast. Prancing into the barn she beared her teeth, ready for whatever would pop out infront of her. Nails sharp scratching the dirt, leaving imprints over old solid ones, breaking them in and replacing them with her own. Eye's level in front of her, determined to find a spot. She pranced into a large stall, ducking as a bird swooped down then vanished back up into the rafters. A heavy pain bellowed within her, and she yelped.
Finding a dark spot in the corned she lays down, stretching out as far as she can, not worried about who may come or who may see, just quiet and content in her corner. Bordered around her was hay, dark, warm, filling hay that pricked her sides then settled into place where it did not hurt any longer. Another pain sprung and Rembrant kicked at the wall, flinching as the pads of her paw caught on a nail, and as she pulled back, feeling the tear in her skin. Suddenly she knew. She knew the pain and the strange feeling of wanting to be isolated, which she always did, but more than normal. The hurting pains and the heavy breathing. It must have took. When she was with her second owner and he placed her with that male....Chico...she remembered his name. It was only a week before she was sold, too early to predict a pregnancy. Vivid images of the abuse she undergoed flashed in her mind. One after another and suddenly the pain seemed to flow over her entire body. The puppies were coming.
Finding a dark spot in the corned she lays down, stretching out as far as she can, not worried about who may come or who may see, just quiet and content in her corner. Bordered around her was hay, dark, warm, filling hay that pricked her sides then settled into place where it did not hurt any longer. Another pain sprung and Rembrant kicked at the wall, flinching as the pads of her paw caught on a nail, and as she pulled back, feeling the tear in her skin. Suddenly she knew. She knew the pain and the strange feeling of wanting to be isolated, which she always did, but more than normal. The hurting pains and the heavy breathing. It must have took. When she was with her second owner and he placed her with that male....Chico...she remembered his name. It was only a week before she was sold, too early to predict a pregnancy. Vivid images of the abuse she undergoed flashed in her mind. One after another and suddenly the pain seemed to flow over her entire body. The puppies were coming.
