She whimpered, clawing at the clear door that was all separating her from her family. She could see them, the dark shadows huddled together in the small room, a small blaze burning in the home-of-the-fire. By contrast, she was shivering and cold in the darkness, out of the place she had once called home.
She whimpered again, unable to understand how things had changed so quickly. Why had her Girl abandoned her to the cold? Why had she let the cruel Man throw her away, like she was a scrap of trash? Didn’t her Girl love her anymore?
She must have done something wrong; yes, that was it. She had tried to be a good pup, quiet and obedient, never underfoot, but she hadn’t been perfect. She would try harder, oh yes she would, if only the People would let her back inside!
Who is our puppy friend? What will become of her? And what's even the plot of this story? Hopefully we'll find out soon. The rest of the prologue will be on my FP account soon~The fire suddenly flickered out, and the dark shapes began to stir. Hope leaped in the pup’s chest suddenly.
They’ll come and let me back in, she thought, I’ll do everything, the I’m-so-sorry whimper and the I’m-so-small belly-flattening, and maybe the I-love-you-still hand-lick for good measure, so they understand.
Her dark tail began to wag as the People rose to their strange paws, only to stiffen as they began moving away, going to the upper-house-place where they laid in the nests-full-of-soft-bliss and dreamed sweet dreams. The pup’s eyes widened, as she realized they weren’t coming for her, weren’t coming to let her in. The People were leaving her!
She let out howl of fright, remembering the stories of the-one-who-smelt-of-milk, the one that had birthed her so many moons ago. The-one-who-smelt-of-milk had been called “Mother”, and told her and her siblings of stories, stories of the terrible dogs that walked the streets and snapped up unwary pups.
She began trembling with fear, imagining the gleam of wild eyes in the shadows. She let out another howl, feeling misery well up in her little puppy-heart. Why had her People abandoned her?
Before she knew it, she had thrown back her head and poured her sorrow out to the stars, stopping only to suck in a breath before beginning again, crying for her Girl and for the-one-who-smelt-of-milk who had disappeared so long ago, and her siblings who had slowly stopped moving and grown cold. She cried and she cried until she simply collapsed on the doorstep, her muzzle resting against the damp stone that had been wet hours ago, drenched in the pouring rain.
A light suddenly blazed forth, and her head shot up, her black ears pricked. Hope leaped in her chest, and her heart began to pound. The light must be from her Girl! Her Girl must be coming down to rescue her from the darkness and the danger!
Her tail began wagging, and she made eager hurry-get-here barks, bouncing on her paws despite the weariness she had felt moments ago. She even spun in a circle, chasing her wagging tail, before stopping in fear as she felt the heavy footsteps pounding down the stairs. Her eyes widened as the dark shape appeared in front of the door, and she could feel her tail dropping, tucking right into her fold between her legs. She let out a whimper as the Man’s cold blue eyes pierced her, set in a dark face with black hair. He was hairier than most people, with thick hair growing on his face, contrasting sharply with his chilling eyes. She felt his gaze as sharply as she would a smack to the muzzle.
Slowly, he opened the door. She rushed forward, trying to get around his legs, only to feel herself being grabbed by her scruff. She hung there for a moment in his grip, powerless, before he flung her into the street. She landed in a puddle left by the rain. She wasted no time, springing to her paws and running back to him, letting out forgive-me-whimpers, but it did her no good. Twice more he flung her into the street, only for her to rush back. The fourth time she landed in the puddle, she stayed there, without even the tiniest scrap of strength. The water lapped against her muzzle, and her soft eyes stared at the Man. He watched her for a moment, before the door slammed and he retreated back to his sleeping-place.
She lay there limply, every bone aching from the force of his throws and the hardness of the ground. The water’s chill seeped through her pup-fur, and her eyes drooped closed.
I know it's spaced weird, but I don't know why...sorry, guys, I'm still getting used to things here!
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