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the nightmare continued
I stare at the large brute, the Black one who had killed my parents. I automatically start screaming trying to get away from him. No matter how much I try to to run my feet seem to stay in the same place. He stares at me, and starts laughing. He all of a sudden lunges at me and my eyes shoot open.
Thank God this was only a nightmare. But you had to admit if you had this nightmare you would be scared too! My breathes are deep, more like panting since I am so scared. Not even two seconds pass by before I feel teeth being rapped around my Stomache. God this scares the livings out of me. I look to see who this might be, a predator maybe? No another wolf. What the ..?? Had he hurt me in mysleep? His mouth was stained with blood and is wrapped around my ivory body. All I know right now is that this wolf is bad news. Bloody Hell. He looked like the wolf that had been in my most recent nightmare. I know that I have to get away from him sooner rather than later.
I start trying to get away. I keep squirming trying to break loose from this brujos grasp. I fall onto the ground. Wow! I actually did it? I hear him growl and think thats my cue to start running. "Cheerio" I call over my shoulder giggling. I know this isn't a time to joke but who said I couldn't have a little bit of fun eh? So back to being serious and running away from this strange wolf. So I would have to cane it (run fast) if I was to get away, he is an adult after all. I look at my side, why I was trying to wiggle free of his grasp I guess a couple of his teeth cut my side. "Thats pretty grotty." I mumble. In case you haven't noticed already Im brittish, you know Americans tell us that our words are wierd, but its truely the other way around.
I have cut myself slightly on hanging tree limbs, my ivory fur is slightly stained red in a couple of places. They sting like hell. But that isn't going to stop me. I think that brujo was off his rocker (crazy) honestly. I hear his pawsteps and they aren't far behind mine. Before I could catch myself I trip over a tree root and slide on the frozen over snow into a fallen log. 'Im a bloody barmpot.' I manage to whimper' There is nowhere that I could possibly run, and with no time either. I lower my ears, and glare at him I am afraid of what he even is trying to do to me but I shall not show it. "You wazzack !" I call. He keeps comming torwards me."Oh shite." I mumble. "Pish. just get away from me, Are you off your trolley? Leave me alone." My voice cracks as I finish my sentence. Hes definately minger with all of the blood smeared on his face.
I curl up into a little ball. I know I don't have a fighting chance.. especially since I am cornered. Hes going to cane me I just know it! Shite, shite shite. "What do you want?" I whimper, not even looking up to see his face.
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Female~Pup~Packless~No family
MORGAN
They say
Everyone gets
A happily
Ever after,
They
Lied...
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