Post by Sekh on Nov 24, 2013 17:09:26 GMT -7
SIDE-STORY STARTING THREAD
December had her hands full all day long, the animals had quickly grown from discontent to riled. The building was crowded with the frantic yowling, barking, growling and mewling from the animals within. Even the smaller creatures were showing discomfort.
What the hell was going on? When she had locked up to go home yesterday the shelter was quiet and every animal comfortable and happy. When she arrived early this morning she was greeted by an array of upset and unhappy animals.
December raced around from enclosure to enclosure tending to each of its inhabitants. Nothing she did seemed to calm them, the distress they all seemed to be in was horrid but nothing around the shelter suggested why they were behaving like this.
Carefully she opened the door to the enclosure that housed a mid-aged Labrador mix named Sangria. The dog leapt towards the door, knocking December over. The brown and black splotched canine began to race around the building.
"Sangria stop that! Come here right now!" December called, she had certainly never seen this dog behave like this. Sangria was the most docile animal they had taken in this year. She began to chase after the six-year old mutt but could not catch her. After what seemed like hours of running back and forth after her she finally cornered the dog, "That's a good girl, come on San, come here..." her words and outreached hand were greeted by a snarling mouth full of teeth.
December screamed and pulled her hand back, grimacing. It had been a quick bite but deep enough that the wound was now bleeding freely. Sangria raced past her, and headed down the corridor. December Ceer glanced at her, "Fuck..."
What the hell was going on? When she had locked up to go home yesterday the shelter was quiet and every animal comfortable and happy. When she arrived early this morning she was greeted by an array of upset and unhappy animals.
December raced around from enclosure to enclosure tending to each of its inhabitants. Nothing she did seemed to calm them, the distress they all seemed to be in was horrid but nothing around the shelter suggested why they were behaving like this.
Carefully she opened the door to the enclosure that housed a mid-aged Labrador mix named Sangria. The dog leapt towards the door, knocking December over. The brown and black splotched canine began to race around the building.
"Sangria stop that! Come here right now!" December called, she had certainly never seen this dog behave like this. Sangria was the most docile animal they had taken in this year. She began to chase after the six-year old mutt but could not catch her. After what seemed like hours of running back and forth after her she finally cornered the dog, "That's a good girl, come on San, come here..." her words and outreached hand were greeted by a snarling mouth full of teeth.
December screamed and pulled her hand back, grimacing. It had been a quick bite but deep enough that the wound was now bleeding freely. Sangria raced past her, and headed down the corridor. December Ceer glanced at her, "Fuck..."
