by major tom » Fri May 14, 2010 1:52 pm
((This will likely be a short/failed post since I have WB, I'm about to pass out from lack of sleep, and I have somewhat limited time. . .))
Ivy lifted her head as her sensitive ears detected a minute snap. Rather, her head shot up so fast it throbbed and a wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm her. She gritted her teeth and stared into the endless gray, her fur bristling in alarm. A few moments passed while the she-husky listened carefully, her heart pounding so hard it made it difficult to hear. Was the beating of her heart so audible the creature that was stalking her hear it? She grimly reminded herself that no matter where she went or what she did, there would always be a creature silently following her, watching everything she did and sometimes even controlling her actions. The demon of her own soul. Another quiet crack slicing through the air brought the stray hurtling from her reverie. Seconds that seemed like hours of waiting slipped by until Ivy finally gave her head a small shake and told herself it was just her restless imagination and her paranoia playing tricks on her. In these gloomy woods, any misucule thing could appear frightening. She decided at last that it was time for her to venture out into the fog and pray that se would not encounter an aggresive wolf pack before the other dogs found her. If the other dogs would find her. It would be near impossible in this blanketing fog, let alone in a wolf-inhabited forest. Her hopes visibly deflating, Ivy forced herself to stumble to her paws and nearly lurched to the frozen ground again. The white-furred stray tensed her muscles and locked her knees, allowing her body to gradually get used to the effort of standing again. Perhaps she had been losing sleep lately with her insomnia and what not, but this was new to her. Would the journey to the gang's destination introduce her to more struggles? That was, if she ever escaped this forest alive. Ivy inhaled deeply and mustered up the courage to take the first step. Her legs wobbled and she nearly fell over but after a little while her balance was regained and she advanced once again. The she-dog dared to take one more step before resting but placed her paw in the wrong place. It twisted when she rested her weight on it and Ivy gave a sharp cry of pain as it twisted, her attempt wasted as she tumbled once more to the ground. Pain coursed from her paw when she tried to move it so the white husky swore under her breath. This time she immediately planned what she would do next, trying to ignore her injured paw for a little while. Perhaps I can walk on three legs and try to balance my weight like that; Shar knew a Shepherd once that lost a leg to an accident involving humans. . . Ivy's head tilted this way and that as it always did when she was thinking. One thing was clear: If I am to get out of here, I need to rest first, seeing how wonderful my last attempt turned out. She gently rested her head on her slender paws, her right hind leg sticking out awkwardly while she counted trash cans. That kept her mind too occupied so the stray did her best to keep her mind void of thoughts and let the black waves of unconsciousness engulf her, ebbing away all thoughts as Ivy settled into an uneasy sleep, the pain eventually fading.
My name is Tiger, and your name is not Tiger, and I'm here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff. A few of my interests include science fiction, video games, comic books, girl bands, wearing too much eye makeup, and dismantling the patriarchy. My preferred required pronouns are they/them/their.