[ti]Open[/ti]What are you looking for? Jun 5, 2019 7:45:49 GMT
Post by Harlequin on Jun 5, 2019 7:45:49 GMT
It's night at the Gnarled Tree, and you're thinking about the dogs that have died here.
When the flurries began to fall on the beach, Harlequin ducked into the closest shelter to evade the winterstorm. But when she did, she quickly regretted it. She had ducked into the Gnarled Tree - the quarantine that held so many sick dogs before. Harlequin's breath hitched in her throat as she silently considered the possibility of getting sick from whatever lingered inside her. Stiffly, she stood nearest to the mouth of the shallow cave, unwilling to go further, unwilling to catch the sickness that killed so many dogs in here.
Icy blue eyes gazed out of the Gnarled Tree cave and into the storm that started up so quickly. She weighed her options. The snow was light, but so was her coat. She knew she'd get cold rather quickly in it. She didn't know if she'd make it to Tortuga Cove without her toes going numb to the point that they ached. Her instincts told her to stay in the tree-cave until it let up a little, but her head screamed for her to leave.
Harlequin turned her icy gaze back towards the inside of the shallow cave and imagined six or so bodies laying here through the coldest months of winter. No wonder some of them died. There was barely any shelter here.
A dog named Gwynlan was the first to go... then another named Nero. Then their Boss, Prim. She was the last to die. And then the sickies disappeared. Swept up in the city by eager humans looking to save the day. Humans always thought they could save everything.
Harlequin snorted. If it wasn't for humans, maybe there would be no such thing as pets or strays.
When it snowed, it made the sand hard and easier to walk on. Maybe if she waited out the storm just a bit more, she could easily run back to Tortuga Caves and take shelter in her own den where she had blankets. All she'd need to do was have a little patience. Unwillingly, Harley lowered her rump to the sandy ground, tucking her tail closer to her.
lots of inner thought; outwardly, Harlequin's regarding the cave with disgust, hoping to not contract any cooties while taking shelter! Open to anyone! Set on Mar 07, at night. It's snowing lightly