Pumped up Kicks [c]
Feb 9, 2015 18:36:12 GMT -5
Post by FLASHMOB; on Feb 9, 2015 18:36:12 GMT -5
WE HAVE SPINES IN OUR BONES
WE'LL EAT YOUR FOOD, WE'LL THROW STONES
She breathed out an audible sigh, that filled the empty room that surrounded her. Her brothers had gotten up before her, fleeing the wraith of their larger and considerably meaner sister. It was bit lonely in the room, but the Rottweiler mixed pup did not make a move to venture out of the room. This room was at the bottom flank of the Kekoa mansion, and Kekoa was not where she belonged. She believed that her father would come for them, but her belief was wavering. Homicide wondered what the brute was like, especially since he slept with that bitch she called her mother. After the pups stopped nursing Noose had refused to see them, but Homicide thought that they were better off without her. She obviously wasn't good at being mischievous is she was stuck in jail, if she was any good at it she wouldn't have been caught. Homicide was a bit arrogant, but she believed that she was much better than her mother. She thought was better than her brothers, and so far no one here had been able to beat her. At least in her mind.
She crossed her bed, laying on the full sized bed with an elegance not found in her family. Bi-colored eyes attempted to look out of the window, but she could hardly see anything through the fog of a winter morning. Homicide was not a fan of the winter, especially in this room. The walls were a bit drafty due to the age of the old mansion. Finally, with a shiver the pup rose from her spot on the duvet and walked with unsteady steps to the foot of the bed. There was a chest at the end of the bed, making this the optimal room to put the three pups, so that they could jump up and down from the bed without assistance. One day, Homicide would be able to jump up onto this bed without help, but today was not that day. She hopped down onto first the chest and then the floor. She straightened herself out, and pranced out of the room like she owned the place. Perhaps, one day she would she thought to herself with a wry smile.
The halls were empty and silence plagued the place that she had called home since birth. It was likely that everyone was attending to their duties, and her brothers were hiding from her. She climbed up the steps, which were not a huge problem since she was rather large for 3 months. When she reached the top of the steps the hallway went both left and right, she opted for the left. Personally, she did not wish to cross paths with the leader, who she was sure would dwell in a room to the right. She peeked into each of the rooms, hoping to find someone, coming up short each time. Defeat was just about take over the pup, when she looked into the last room on that hall. She spotted a primarily ebony dog, and Homicide did not recognize this one. Looking around at some herb strewn, the pup came to the conclusion that this was where they healed dogs. The pup tilted her head in a curious manor, with just her head peeking into the room. "Are you hurt?" she asked with genuine curiosity. If she was hurt then she would be no fun to play with, but then again there seemed to be no one else in the mansion today.
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