A Wolf's Reflection...
#1 of OLD, FORGOTTEN STORIES
"A Wolf's Reflection"
" A Wolf's Reflection"
By Wolf
AKA coreguardian
"I don't love you anymore Wolf..." Was all I dared to hear as I closed my eyes and let my animal inside takeover.
I could feel his heartbeat in my paw as I pulled slowly away from the soon to be corpse of my ex, his warm blood spraying onto my body. I struggled for a minute with what I had just done, trying to let the moment consume me as I listened to his dying moans and watched as he gasped for air, his eyes screaming "why did you do this?" while my eyes looked back at him empty and emotionless.
I held the young fox's heart in my paw, its warmth and beat familiar to me. As he fell backwards off the bridge and into the river below me, I placed his heart in the same pillow case I used to choke him unconscious and bring him here, the same pillow case mind you he and I used to share when we lived our happy lives together. That was until he ruined everything by deciding to go yiff someone else and tell me he loves him more than me and that we're over, after two and a half years of faithful commitment and happiness.
Everything I had been feeling up until this point, coupled with everything I struggled with due to this one fox's carelessness and disregard for my feelings was finally starting to subside. I felt a tingle run down my body, from my muzzle to the tip of my tail. It felt good to feel something other than heartache and pain inside me. I finally felt alive again.
I decided on the long path home as I walked down the road, trees sprawling for miles ahead of me. Every innocent smell was mine now to enjoy, as if I was experiencing everything for the first time. Every sound coming from the surrounding forest dwellers was just as new to me. It felt as though I restarted my life, and this time I want to enjoy everything every second I can.
My breaths were a hearty mixture of jubilation and slight concern. I felt no conflict over what had just happened; on the contrary, I was in a state of wolfish whimsy. I did have a feeling of worry though, wondering if perhaps I should have made sure the body really floated on past the eyesight of anyone that might look upon the fox's broken corpse.
In my unfortunate daze, continually looking at the sack in my paw containing what remained of my old life, I never bothered to look up and see the car careening at me from several miles down the road. What should have been the proudest moment of my new adopted life, turned sour rather sudden as I barely avoided the car, but not without casualty. My grip on the pillow case loosened as I jumped, the sack sent flying towards the car. My own heart stopped as the fox's heart escaped the bag and exploded on impact on the windshield of the car. I could feel every ounce of my newfound pride slipping away from me as the reality of the situation around me finally caught up with me.
"What the hell was that?!" Said the Dalmatian as he stepped out of his car, the decal on its side splashed in blood, but the letters S, H, E, I, F were still quite visible. My heart was beating faster than I had ever experienced in my life, and I had just killed a fox several minutes ago mind you for good measure.
After observing his squad car for a moment, the Dalmatian turned towards me, gun drawn, shouting in what seemed like foreign language to me now. I could see him yelling; gesturing for me to surrender, but all speech was rendered inaudible. All I could do was look down in shame as I realized my greatest triumph was also the paw by which I suffered my greatest defeat.
The sheriff, irate at this point by my lack of functioning motor skills other than deep breathing, approached me from behind and handcuffed me. I felt a sense of anger as he pushed me down to the ground, burying my muzzle in the hard pavement of the road. Yet it wasn't the pain of this action that angered me, but the fact that my ex still won out over me in the end. I accomplished nothing by taking my revenge, and I'm sure wherever he is now, he's laughing at me for being such a fool.
The dog threw me in the backseat of his patrol car, his musk of fear over what kind of monster rips the heart out of an animal stinging at my nose as I watched him radio a dispatch. All the while, the coarseness of the backseat scratched at my back, my tail twisted in a painful position. My footpaws were stuck in position, my paws pushing into my own spine as the cuffs seemed to tighten and tighten more.
There was nothing else I could do but position my head. At first, I tried resting my head against the backseat, but my ears only slumped down into an uncomfortable position and pushed my head forward. My only recourse was to rest my head against my shoulder.
The car started up, the Dalmatian ushering inaudible speech at me again. All I could do was look away and towards the window as rain began to fall, my eyes fixated only on my own reflection, my fur a mess, covered in my ex's blood. My eyes refused to blink as I turned my head and saw what finally hit me the hardest. My necklace covered in a red gleam, dripping onto my chest fur. The last thing my ex had given me prior to his betrayal, stained in his own warmth now. I could see the necklace in my reflection, pulling at my neck tighter and tighter, making me gasp for air. I struggled for what seemed like minutes, my air uncatchable, perhaps a hopeless battle to fight the fact that both our final acts condemned us both.
I closed my eyes, letting my tears of fear finally win out over me as my heart slowed, and my last breath finally squeezing out the words I had been thinking this whole time...
I'm not the bad guy, you were...