by buttercat, » Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:33 am
I sat at home and on my own,
I cried alone
And scratched your name
On the side of a bullet
The dark water rushed by, sending white sprays against the cold concrete bank as it riccocheted off pieces of trash and waste. Her dull, cold amber eyes sweeped over the industrial wasteland. A factory pumped dark smog into the air. the smell of car fumes burned her nose and tightened her throat. She heard a bus roar past behind her on the highway.
The pale female stared at the water. It had looked to friendly lately. All she had to do was jump. She could be joined with Will and Yew in the most grand of reunions. It only took one little jump, one small spring...With her ears pinned, she backed away from the foaming river.
"Bullet, don't let go." She told herself. Will wouldn't let you go.
The brown-sable wolf felt like she was carrying a car on her back. The burden of caring for Boadicea without Will was such a horrible feeling. Bullet did the only thing that took her mind off it all. She dug her claws into the flesh of her leg. She stiffled a cry of pain as blood seeped from the wound. She fell back onto her rear in a lopsided sitting position. She didn't even flinch as a big 18-wheeler lurched around the bend and slammed on the brakes with an almighty squeal. She closed her eyes and tried to stop shaking.
Lost.
That's what she was. Plain and simple, she was lost. Not physically, but mentally. Bullet swallowed back tears and stood up, limping on her bleeding leg. Her ears were low, along with her tail. Her scrawny frame swayed back and forth in a jerky motion as she padded away from the river where Yew was lost. There it was again, lost. No, Yew was dead, not lost.
She limped towards the small den she shared with her beloved pup, Boadicea. She stopped short right before entering the clearing. She was still young. Maybe she could find a more appropriate mother to care for her. What kind of mother was she? Always on the verge of suicide, depressed beyond help...
With a sigh, Bullet crept into the den. The squeals of delight at her return greeted her. She forced a little smile to her young pup. She bent over and scooped her up by the scruff. She padded out of the den and away from the clearing. Confused grunts emmited from her offspring. She walked as far she she could. It wasn't vary far, though. She was weak and Boadicea was heavy enough. She had no idea were she was anymore. This part of the city was unfamiliar. Now she was lost in two ways. Fighting the urge to scream, she sat down and released her pup for the time being. Then, she heard voices.
Faint at first, they just made her ears twitch. But she honed in one them. A group, obviously. Maybe they'd take the pup. With blurry eyes and shaking limbs, Bullet picked up Boadicea again and stumbled towards the voices, fatigue threatening to make her pass out. She saw them, but stayed out of sight. They seemed a lot like her family, but kinder. They'd take her pup, no doubt. But would they let her go free? Would they make her stay and rest, too? No, she wouldn't let them do that.
With a gulp, she stepped out in plain sight. Placing the pup by her paws, she told the leader-like one, "My name is Bullet. Is this a pack?"
Worst case scenario, they'd kill her and Boadicea. That seemed more like the best case scenario to Bullet.
[ooc;]
Bullet is talking to Cyrus and the others with him.
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