"Devilspawn?" I called as I walked through the halls of the Fear Place. When the twolegs' attack wasn't enough, there was a pack of dogs that followed then the place was suddenly abandoned. Devil had run off to save two of our kits whom had disappeared in the Fear Place. I paced the halls. It all stunk of twolegs, and dogs, and chemicals, and blood. "Devil?" I called again. The aroma of blood clung heavy to the air, and I began to frantically search the rooms. "____..." I swore under my breath. I swore again when I still couldn't find anything.... Except for a tuft of white fur. It was Devilspawn's. "Devilspawn?" I called, my voice starting to pitch. My heart stopped. At the back of the dog room, I saw her. She was lying on her side, her beautiful frame breathlessly still. "No...." I whispered as I ran over. "No, no..." I rolled her face towards me. Her red eyes almost looked like a dusty rose, opaque white sheets forming a thick film over them. Somehow, she looked like she was just vaguely smiling, and I almost thought she was smiling at me. "Devilspawn? Baby, come on, hold on..." Tears stung my eyes. "Please, hold on... Hold on, my love..." No matter how hard I fought and denied it, I knew she was gone. It was... Scary. She was still warm. I wrapped her in my arms, holding her to my chest. "It's okay, baby... It's okay." The silence hurt worse than any of the emotional blows she had ever dealt me. I pressed my face into her neck, and let the tears fall into her fur. I couldn't believe she was gone... // Took me FOREVER to get this thing uploaded, but yay! It's here! :D
Litten (Red) says... You'd make a good author. I'd bet critics would love your stories, and readers would be wanting to get their paws on them too. Is that too much?
Not at all! Actually, I was trying to avoid tooting my own horn, but I actually am a published writer; I got my first novel released two years ago. Problem is, though, I've only sold, like, four copies. XD
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