t o r n up and unSTITCHED [open]

[the ventriloquist.]

PG-13 to R Rating--Language; Violence;

Telegraph, telephone, tell a friend I'm l e a v i n g

Her sides were matted, heaving. Mud was caked in between the pads of her sore paws. Sorrow. Woe is me. Tongue would hang out of bloodied muzzle, gasping, wheezing for breath. Angst. A cry was released in a sharp, hurt tone. What was Venti to do? Pain. "I should die, just die!" cries were muffled, stifling gasps and such. A marquee of brusque thoughts rolled through the young bitch's mind. "Me . . . Why, oh why, me?"

00C Sorry for the shortness. ;-;

[the ventriloquist.]

_{Bump? ;D}

[Werfy]

Falcon-

There was a scent of pain in the air, my muscles instinctively tensed, I crept forward, barely breathing, barely making a sound, flitting through the quiet woodlands like a ghost, I heard wheezing breath nearby and paused, listenign, watching, waiting . . .

[the ventriloquist.]

PG-13 to R Rating--Language; Violence;

Telegraph, telephone, tell a friend I'm l e a v i n g

Her lips would pull back at the crack of a twig. "Who goes?" A harsh hiss would erupt from the femme's maw. A long silence would float over the terrace as the fur upon Venti's large body would bristle, teeth flashing with blood lust. "Well?" Another piercing bark would leave the pained female's maw. "Fuck it up and show yourself, you worthless mutt!" Pain writhed in Ventriloquist's front leg as she stepped forward, and a small, inaudible yelp left her vocal box. Suck it up and show yourself--she wasn't a baby.

[Werfy]

Falcon-

I padded towards the female.

I was no worthless mutt.
She insutled me.
I growled, my hackles bristled, my ears went flat against my skull.
What little lip I had left curled back to expose dangerous teeth.
A snarl ripped from my throat.
How dare she call me worthless mutt?!