Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 13, 2009 19:09:23 GMT -5
Snap.
"Shit. Shit." That hadn't been a good sound, and the way the Rabbit suddenly went limp in his hands didn't seem quite normal again. He gave her another little shake, his eyebrows furrowing. He'd broken her arm. So what? That shouldn't have been enough to make her go this limp, to look this... Wow. She looked terrible, almost like she was... No. She couldn't be dying, could she? She'd seemed fine a minute before! He'd only broken her arm! As she whimpered, he did too, except his whimper was one of utter frustration.
Damn it all, he hadn't meant to kill her! Slowly he relaxed his grip on her, shifting her so he could look better at her face, his own expression losing all of the enthusiasm it had carried just a minute before. "Hey. HEY. Come on, don't... Fuck, don't die." Still holding her, he backed slowly out of the water, placing her on the bank. If she'd looked bad before, she looked terrible now.
One ear was pressed to a fuzzy chest, his eyes narrowing as he listened for signs of life in the frail chest. Nothing. What the fuck? Did Rabbits have some defensive maneuver that caused them to just keel over and die when it seemed capture was eminent? That was certainly what it seemed like, and a frustrated little growl escaped the man. She was as dead as they came. Slowly, he sat up, staring down at the limp gray form. Then he sighed. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't very well leave the body here, that seemed like such a waste.
Then, as if a message from the Gods themselves, his stomach rumbled. When he looked back down at the body, it was with a thoughtful glimmer in his eyes.
Maybe this wasn't a complete loss, after all.
"Shit. Shit." That hadn't been a good sound, and the way the Rabbit suddenly went limp in his hands didn't seem quite normal again. He gave her another little shake, his eyebrows furrowing. He'd broken her arm. So what? That shouldn't have been enough to make her go this limp, to look this... Wow. She looked terrible, almost like she was... No. She couldn't be dying, could she? She'd seemed fine a minute before! He'd only broken her arm! As she whimpered, he did too, except his whimper was one of utter frustration.
Damn it all, he hadn't meant to kill her! Slowly he relaxed his grip on her, shifting her so he could look better at her face, his own expression losing all of the enthusiasm it had carried just a minute before. "Hey. HEY. Come on, don't... Fuck, don't die." Still holding her, he backed slowly out of the water, placing her on the bank. If she'd looked bad before, she looked terrible now.
One ear was pressed to a fuzzy chest, his eyes narrowing as he listened for signs of life in the frail chest. Nothing. What the fuck? Did Rabbits have some defensive maneuver that caused them to just keel over and die when it seemed capture was eminent? That was certainly what it seemed like, and a frustrated little growl escaped the man. She was as dead as they came. Slowly, he sat up, staring down at the limp gray form. Then he sighed. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't very well leave the body here, that seemed like such a waste.
Then, as if a message from the Gods themselves, his stomach rumbled. When he looked back down at the body, it was with a thoughtful glimmer in his eyes.
Maybe this wasn't a complete loss, after all.
