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Cooper felt like someone had taken a grip of his heart and ripped it out of his chest. Exhaustion pulled at his paws, clouding his thoughts and reasoning. He’d been spending the past three days helping Suiteheart, making sure she kept going, making sure the kits were okay.
He’d stepped away for only a moment, just to get fresh air and be away from the hustle and bustle of it all. He slowly walked out of the observatory, stopping just outside of the entrance and stumbling. He fell, lying prone on the grass as his pain and exhaustion finally caught up to him. ”Diane, it feels as if someone’s taking a crowbar to my heart” whined Cooper as he struggled to rise to his paws.
He hadn’t slept in days, not since the loss of Margaery. He couldn’t, his mind showed him flashes of the past every time he did. He couldn’t take it, reliving everyone he’d ever lost. So he focused on the kits, on Suiteheart, on keeping everything together.
He made it back to a standing position, head and tail both drooping. He was standing like this, lacking the energy needed to move, when he heard her. When he heard the voice of Margaery, calling out for her kits. No, no that couldn’t be her! Margaery was- she was dead, gone.
Adrenaline flooded the large dog, pushing him forwards and towards the voice. Claws dug into the grass, tufts occasionally coming up behind him. He screeched to a halt when he saw her, a near perfect copy of his friend. But no, this couldn’t be her. Margaery was dead. He’d been there and held her mourning wife. He’d helped bury her.
Anger flooded his veins as he glared at this imposter. ”Margaery is dead.” snarled Coop as he stared down the beast claiming to be his deceased friend. His muzzle was wrinkled in a snarl, body tense and prepared to attack.
”What are you, beast? A skin walker? A shape shifter?” he wasn’t going to let... whatever this was get past him. He wasn’t going to loose someone else. He had to protect them, he had to. The idea of loosing someone else, so soon, he couldn’t do it.
Cooper was angry, angry and tired. His anger, such a rare expression for the dog, was clear as day. Clear as the sun shining brightly in the sky. As clear as his pain had been when he’d lost Diane, when he lost Harry, when he’d lost Margaery.
And this thing, this beast, had ran up, claiming to be her. Claiming to be the lost feline, the lost mother. ”Bullshit” he growled under his breath.
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He’d stepped away for only a moment, just to get fresh air and be away from the hustle and bustle of it all. He slowly walked out of the observatory, stopping just outside of the entrance and stumbling. He fell, lying prone on the grass as his pain and exhaustion finally caught up to him. ”Diane, it feels as if someone’s taking a crowbar to my heart” whined Cooper as he struggled to rise to his paws.
He hadn’t slept in days, not since the loss of Margaery. He couldn’t, his mind showed him flashes of the past every time he did. He couldn’t take it, reliving everyone he’d ever lost. So he focused on the kits, on Suiteheart, on keeping everything together.
He made it back to a standing position, head and tail both drooping. He was standing like this, lacking the energy needed to move, when he heard her. When he heard the voice of Margaery, calling out for her kits. No, no that couldn’t be her! Margaery was- she was dead, gone.
Adrenaline flooded the large dog, pushing him forwards and towards the voice. Claws dug into the grass, tufts occasionally coming up behind him. He screeched to a halt when he saw her, a near perfect copy of his friend. But no, this couldn’t be her. Margaery was dead. He’d been there and held her mourning wife. He’d helped bury her.
Anger flooded his veins as he glared at this imposter. ”Margaery is dead.” snarled Coop as he stared down the beast claiming to be his deceased friend. His muzzle was wrinkled in a snarl, body tense and prepared to attack.
”What are you, beast? A skin walker? A shape shifter?” he wasn’t going to let... whatever this was get past him. He wasn’t going to loose someone else. He had to protect them, he had to. The idea of loosing someone else, so soon, he couldn’t do it.
Cooper was angry, angry and tired. His anger, such a rare expression for the dog, was clear as day. Clear as the sun shining brightly in the sky. As clear as his pain had been when he’d lost Diane, when he lost Harry, when he’d lost Margaery.
And this thing, this beast, had ran up, claiming to be her. Claiming to be the lost feline, the lost mother. ”Bullshit” he growled under his breath.
"Speech"
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