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This is what happened when we last saw Fortuano:
(backflash then reality) c:
Darkness. All around me, swirling in massive cyclones. An earth-shattering thud as a tree hits the ground. A clap of thunder. A screech of pain from my mother, who stands to the right of me. Then silence.
It's like we are in the eye of a storm. All is eerily calm. I turn to my mother, whimpering. Then I see her. Her body soaked in blood, her head tilted the wrong way. I know it when I see her eyes. They're glazed over, a glossy sheen replacing the usually-vibrant green. My mother is dead. Just as I realize this, just as it hits me, so does the storm. It rages around me like a giant, uprooting trees and throwing them randomly around our small grassy plain. Lightning screams across the sky. It illuminates my hopeless situation for a split second. Then it's gone.
A second thumping sound, from across the moor. Then a closer one. Then I can practically feel the vibrations in the ground. Wait- I can feel the vibrations. A loud CRACK echoes over the open wasteland, then I am pinned to the dirt by a wooden giant. A great sycamore. Pain explodes through h by body, sharp bursts targeting my lower left leg. I try to move it, and the agony is insane. It sweeps over me. Once it reaches my head, I clench my teeth. It is too much. The pure pain seeps into my brain, and my breathing hitches. Then I black out. The last thing I see through closing eyes is a pair of large pale hands reaching towards me.
SIX MONTHS INTO THE RESCUE:
I awaken from my deep slumber smiling. Today I get to go explore our enclosure for the first time in a week. Reaching over my furry body, I sink my paws into the soft blankets surrounding me. This is paradise. My food arrives through a small hole in the ceiling of my caged-in area. I eagerly munch it up, then start to clean my fur with my paws. Lick, groom. Lick, groom. Lick, groo- "Morning, Lucky one," Comes a deep caterwauling voice to my right. I sigh. Lucas is at it again. "Hello, Lucas." He comes into view, a pudgy brown minx with lifeless-looking fur. Nothing like my rich green coat. "How ya doin' t'day, squirt?" He rumbles in a mocking tone. I close my eyes. "Lucas, my name is Fortuano." He laughs. "Yeh, and ah'm the King of Ireland. Oh wait, that's you." I grit my teeth. Just because I'm green and 'lucky', all the minxes assume I'm Irish. Well, I'm not, but they won't listen. "Lucas, you know very well that I'm not Irish." He grunts. "Oh, I be rich handsome forest-grass colored minx who's name is NOT squirt, despite me bein' tiny. Oh nah, my name be the 'Fortuano' 'cause of that I'm soooooo lucky, yup." He mocks in a high voice. I snort. "I do not sound like that, thank you very much. I believe my grammar is more.... refined than that." To this he only winks at me. But his eye is off-centered and he looks a bit lopsided. "Kid, ah'm named Bull, naw 'Lucas'. Fancy dat?"
That is how most non-enclosure mornings go. In general. With rare exceptions. But today is special. Today is an enclosure day. Today I get to see Myriad. Oh, she's wonderful. She has soft blue fur and wonderful silver eyes.. oh...
I get lifted up out of my cage and placed on a table. The compulsory exam before entering the presence of other animals. I'm used to it.
The white-coated men comb me, examine my ears and paws, stick something sharp into my tail which hurts for a moment but then is fine. They check my hurt leg, which is doing fine today. Then they prepare a small thin stick with yellow liquid inside. It is known as "The Pricker" by all the other inmates. They pause a moment, looking over me, then plunge it into my rear. Pain shoots through me and the men press down on the top, pushing the liquid inside me. It stings. They pull the needle out and wipe the stain off my fur, then plop me into the enclosure. I'm free to go.
As soon as I sit down, I see Myriad. She's wincing. I rush over to her. "Anything wrong?" She grimaces. "My exam was tough today. New men. They were rougher. But I'm fine." I smile and we walk into the enclosure together. This is my life, and I love it.