Title: Grandma got ran over by a reindeer
Characters: Akanishi Jin and Yamashita Rina
Location: Veterinary Office
Date/Month: Sunday, December 11th, around 8pm
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of blood, needles, other such things, strong internal narrative.
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It wasn't supposed to be like this. )
Oh! He was alive.
He jumped up and within a split second the pain was back. He whimpered without thinking and toppled back to the floor, still incredibly out of it. He sniffed, looking around from his spot on the floor as his world slowly came into better focus.
Giving a low murr, he steadily pushed himself back up. Sure, he didn't know where he was, but he was pretty sure by the lack of doors that this wasn't a good place to be. He looked around, ears alert before lifting a paw to try and figure out a weakness in the metal so he could get out. Luck wasn't on his side.
After scratching and biting around for a while, he decided he felt exhausted, and trapped, and possibly scared for the first time in his life. So, he did the only thing he had the energy left to do. He cried. His head tipped up, a low, long, howl coming from his throat.
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"Well! Hello there. Awake I see." She smiled softly, coming over to the cage. He didn't seem to be struggling, so there was no danger of his stitches tearing. Yet. "Are you hungry?" She knelt down on the floor next to the cage.
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Once the door opened, his sound died out a little, paws padding back softly to put himself in the corner back away from where she was. He wasn't sure he recognized her. Yet, she spoke of food, and that was something he could understand in lots of languages.
His ears lifted, but he made no motion to get closer. He wasn't even sure if the food she gave him would be worth eating. It might even be poisoned for all he knew. Yet, he was a wolf. He was an okuri-inu. No one dared to poison them... he'd never been poisoned yet. Then again, he'd never been stuffed in a cage either...
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Placing the dish inside, she smiled reassuringly at him. Pushing the dish in the middle of the cage, she sat back, looking as nonthreatening as possible.
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That bowl wasn't getting any closer it seemed.
So, he was left at a standstill. Go to it, or not eat. He wasn't sure what it was. At least, it didn't smell disgusting. That was a plus, and when you ate something, what didn't kill you only made you stronger. Strength was definitely something he needed right now.
Slowly, moving one paw infront of the other, he moved forward, eyes darting from the bowl, to her, then back and forth all over again. No sudden movements. If his head was down, he might not see her if she attacked, but she was just sitting there. In his experience humans were slow... So. It might be okay to eat it. Still, he paused, giving a good sniff over before lightly lapping at the mixture.
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Then it hit her. What if he wasn't just a regular wolf? What if he was one of those supernatural creatures?
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If he was one of those were creatures, then he would need space to shift. Assuming he was strong enough for that.
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