Feral Heart

((Awwh, bye!))


The dog willingly smelled the flower, but she appeared to be distracted. Simon squeezed his eyes shut as the dog's tongue ran over his face, wetting his cheeks and causing another smile to flicker on his face. He felt the dog press her paw against his arm, her claws slightly scratching him, and he opened his eyes to see her staring at him. He could've sworn he caught a flash of concern and desperateness running through her eyes, but he inwardly shook his head at himself. Look at you, he silently laughed at himself. Reading a dog's emotions.

Simon stared back into the unblinking eyes of the canine. "What is it?" he asked her, a frown slightly tugging his eyebrows downwards. "You look at me as if you expect me to know something, but I don't." Did he? Confusion rippled through him, and a slight pain blossomed behind his right eyebrow, throbbing like it always did whenever he started to get stressed. He glanced up to see a figure standing a short distance off, watching them both, and he raised a hand to greet it.

"Is this your dog?" he called.

The sounds of his heavy boots hitting the cobblestones filled Simon's ears as he lightly stroked the soft petals of a pale, yellow flower. He had bought it for no reason, mostly because he was tired of the jingling sound of coins in his small bag, and he also liked the color of nature's creation. It would light up his room a little, but he knew it would soon wilt and be tossed in the garbage like so many other flowers. He paid no attention to the darkness falling around him like a heavy blanket as he walked down the deserted streets towards his house. His living quarters were small, but there was only one of him to care for.

Simon began to softly whistle, drawing out the notes in the tranquil night and listening to them as they slowly drifted away. He dipped his nose into the petals, and a ghost smile flickered on his lips at the sweet scent, warming his eyes. He only wished he had someone to share this moment with, but for now, he was happy enough.

o.o I always thought I was the only one who did this! Since I can wiggle my ears and move them on their own (yes, I can do that. Don't judge me ), I usually move them back when I'm upset or angry.

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Gorillas hurled awesome Icebreakers down slides. .-.

Sage shot a glare up at the large, white block as annoyance prickled in her pelt. She had been clawing and gnawing at it for a while, but it wouldn't budge. Her sharp nose was filled with the delicious scents wafting out of the block, and it reminded her of the hunger that gnawed at her empty stomach. A growl tickled her throat, but she stifled it and took a deep breath. How did the humans open this? She tried to remember, but her memories were fuzzy, not that she had many.

Unleashing a groan, Sage butted the block with her head in frustration, staying there for a minute with her forehead pressed against the cold metal. It was a pleasant feeling, but a sudden wave of dizziness ordered her to get back to work. She pulled herself away and immediately noticed a white, curved bump that looked like it was made for gripping. Deciding she had nothing to lose, she closed her jaws around it and yanked as hard as she could. Something gave way, and she released the bump to see what had happened. Surprise fluttered in her when she saw that half of the block had turned into a door, but she recovered and quickly nosed the door all the way open before she missed her chance.

Her teeth were sore from the bump, but her eyes rested upon the food piled in the block. It was worth it, she told herself before tugging at an icy slab of meat.