Post by Shade ∞ on Feb 23, 2013 9:38:16 GMT
GENEVIEVE
The little, nine-month-old Chinook puppy strolled about the barren streets of the suburbia, her stormy-grey optics wide with awe as she took in every little detail her surroundings offered her. Although most of the houses’ vivid, wonderful colors were worn out and peeling off of the walls, the verdant foliage and the new scents were enough to excite little Genevieve. The gold-and-cream youngster walked along the snow-covered street in a steady pace, her coral-pink tongue lolling freely out of her jaw, and unkempt ivory claws clicking on the rough surface of the pavement. Ginny’s grey optics wandered from house to house, memorizing every broken window, wide-open doors, faded paint, and snowy yards she came across.
Finally, the little she-pup stopped in her tracks, coming face-to-face with a nice-looking cottage, but the once-beautiful and admirable flowers that were planted in the wooden boxes now lifeless and sad. Ginny frowned at this and took a step forward, her intentions based on observing the not-so-pretty flowers and shrubbery. But the Chinook pup came to another abrupt pause as scary, paranoid thoughts invaded her innocent mind. What if something scary comes out and eats me alive? What if this is a trap? What if someone’s watching me right now? Those kinds of questions swirled around Genevieve’s brain, making her petite body start to shake and quiver in fright. Without thinking, she charged straight through the shattered windows and sought out refuge in the only open bedroom. She crawled under the comfy sheets, her stormy eyes big and full of fear and wariness. Several times, she whimpered pathetically, whining and pawing at her floppy dark gold ears.
After a few minutes had passed, a large shadow loomed over the young female. Cowering, she curled up into an even tighter ball, closing her eyes and awaiting her scary fate. Because of her intense fear and paranoia, she didn’t even think of checking the scent and figure of the creature that stood right in front of her. Too late now, anyways.
Finally, the little she-pup stopped in her tracks, coming face-to-face with a nice-looking cottage, but the once-beautiful and admirable flowers that were planted in the wooden boxes now lifeless and sad. Ginny frowned at this and took a step forward, her intentions based on observing the not-so-pretty flowers and shrubbery. But the Chinook pup came to another abrupt pause as scary, paranoid thoughts invaded her innocent mind. What if something scary comes out and eats me alive? What if this is a trap? What if someone’s watching me right now? Those kinds of questions swirled around Genevieve’s brain, making her petite body start to shake and quiver in fright. Without thinking, she charged straight through the shattered windows and sought out refuge in the only open bedroom. She crawled under the comfy sheets, her stormy eyes big and full of fear and wariness. Several times, she whimpered pathetically, whining and pawing at her floppy dark gold ears.
After a few minutes had passed, a large shadow loomed over the young female. Cowering, she curled up into an even tighter ball, closing her eyes and awaiting her scary fate. Because of her intense fear and paranoia, she didn’t even think of checking the scent and figure of the creature that stood right in front of her. Too late now, anyways.
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