FrostedCow

    hurt A dark pair of partly open eyes slowly drug themselves across the dirty brick walls as the hulking figure they belonged to sat hunched over in a corner. Thick fur, caked in blood and old poultice, had quickly grown disheveled and dirty, though this was hidden by the forgiving darkness of night. Only the gentle light of a flickering streetlamp offered a fleeting glimpse of the dog that sat under it. And what a sight it was. Koa clutched the nearly empty bottle closer. His paws twitched, though he didn't feel it. He blinked. His world fell into darkness. Then, he saw her. That goddamn malinois. He opened his eyes. Gone. Another sip.