Post by charlielovesflo on Jun 13, 2008 13:55:16 GMT -5
“Nooooo” howled Charlie, scampering to the edge.
Upon there alpha’s departure, the two guards fled the fight while remainder of the pack stood in shock.
“We have to go down and help her.” yelped Charlie.
“It’s to late…no one could survive that fall…” said Annabelle.
Charlie snarled, and lunged at Annabelle, pushing her to the ground.
“Then bring her back.” he snarled.
“I already told you, I can’t just bring everyone back!”
“Then get someone who can.”
“It doesn’t work that way.”
Charlie snapped at Annabelle in rage, tearing at face. Before he could get any farther, Scott knocked him off. Charlie yowled in a blind rage-his anger fueled by Sasha’s death.
“Get away from her.” hissed Scott, standing protectively over Annabelle, “She helped save Ginger.”
Charlie snarled in response and prepared to lunge.
“Charlie, please,” begged Flo, “It wasn’t Annabelle’s fault. You’re acting crazy! It is more my fault than hers.”
Charlie crouched, ready to pounce. His teeth were bared and foam frothed from the edges of his mouth. Hesitantly, Flo crawled towards him on her belly, ears back, tail between her legs; showing in any way she could that she was being submissive. Charlie glared at her as she approached, but did not strike. Slowly Flo eased up next to him and began to softly lick the side of his face in an effort to sooth him. Charlie relaxed the spiked fur on his scruff and collapsed to the ground whimpering.
Two weeks later
Charlie had been laying in Scott’s den ever since Sasha died. Despite Flo’s best efforts, he remained unresponsive and detached. Scott and Ginger had allowed them to remain on their territory until Charlie came round-which seemed to be taking longer than expected.
“Do you think he will ever recover?” whispered Ginger.
“I don’t know…” said Scott, “ he seemed to love her very much…almost as much as I love you.”
Ginger smiled as Scott tenderly licked the jagged scar on her chest; a permanent reminder of that awful day.
Scott spotted, Bruno, a large bracken colored mutt, watching them out of the corner of his eye.
“What are you looking at.” he sneered, “go check the border!”
“Yes Scott,” answered Bruno, and he scampered off.
Annabelle waited hesitantly at the entrance off the den. When Flo padded out, she asked, “Is he any better?”
“I’m afraid not. He would barely talk to me.” answered Flo, as she flopped down and curled up in a ball to go to sleep. She spent three fourths of her tine taking care of Charlie, the other fourth sleeping.
Annabelle shook her head nervously and headed into the den. It was the first time she
As going to see Charlie after he attacked her, and she was hesitant. But it had to be done, at least for the sake of Flo.
“Charlie…” whispered Annabelle.
Charlie flicked his ears, not moving from his position sprawled out on the floor.
“You can’t do this anymore. I know you loved Sasha, but can’t you see what this is doing to Flo?”
“She doesn’t have to take care of me…I’ve asked her to stop…Just go away Annabelle.”
“No. I will not go away! And neither will Flo. She LOVES you, Charlie. No matter what you do, she always will. You can’t get rib of us that easy. No one will ever take the place of Sasha in your heart…just be friends with Flo. All she has ever wanted is for you to care about her, she’s not asking for much.”
Charlie lifted his head, “I know, Annabelle, its just…” he paused, and sighed, “ I’ll try…you know, before I met Sasha I really did love her.”
Annabelle smiled wearily, “Maybe you can rekindle some of that love.”
The End
Sorry for killing off Sasha. Hope you liked it! I will try and make my next fanfic less dark
Upon there alpha’s departure, the two guards fled the fight while remainder of the pack stood in shock.
“We have to go down and help her.” yelped Charlie.
“It’s to late…no one could survive that fall…” said Annabelle.
Charlie snarled, and lunged at Annabelle, pushing her to the ground.
“Then bring her back.” he snarled.
“I already told you, I can’t just bring everyone back!”
“Then get someone who can.”
“It doesn’t work that way.”
Charlie snapped at Annabelle in rage, tearing at face. Before he could get any farther, Scott knocked him off. Charlie yowled in a blind rage-his anger fueled by Sasha’s death.
“Get away from her.” hissed Scott, standing protectively over Annabelle, “She helped save Ginger.”
Charlie snarled in response and prepared to lunge.
“Charlie, please,” begged Flo, “It wasn’t Annabelle’s fault. You’re acting crazy! It is more my fault than hers.”
Charlie crouched, ready to pounce. His teeth were bared and foam frothed from the edges of his mouth. Hesitantly, Flo crawled towards him on her belly, ears back, tail between her legs; showing in any way she could that she was being submissive. Charlie glared at her as she approached, but did not strike. Slowly Flo eased up next to him and began to softly lick the side of his face in an effort to sooth him. Charlie relaxed the spiked fur on his scruff and collapsed to the ground whimpering.
Two weeks later
Charlie had been laying in Scott’s den ever since Sasha died. Despite Flo’s best efforts, he remained unresponsive and detached. Scott and Ginger had allowed them to remain on their territory until Charlie came round-which seemed to be taking longer than expected.
“Do you think he will ever recover?” whispered Ginger.
“I don’t know…” said Scott, “ he seemed to love her very much…almost as much as I love you.”
Ginger smiled as Scott tenderly licked the jagged scar on her chest; a permanent reminder of that awful day.
Scott spotted, Bruno, a large bracken colored mutt, watching them out of the corner of his eye.
“What are you looking at.” he sneered, “go check the border!”
“Yes Scott,” answered Bruno, and he scampered off.
Annabelle waited hesitantly at the entrance off the den. When Flo padded out, she asked, “Is he any better?”
“I’m afraid not. He would barely talk to me.” answered Flo, as she flopped down and curled up in a ball to go to sleep. She spent three fourths of her tine taking care of Charlie, the other fourth sleeping.
Annabelle shook her head nervously and headed into the den. It was the first time she
As going to see Charlie after he attacked her, and she was hesitant. But it had to be done, at least for the sake of Flo.
“Charlie…” whispered Annabelle.
Charlie flicked his ears, not moving from his position sprawled out on the floor.
“You can’t do this anymore. I know you loved Sasha, but can’t you see what this is doing to Flo?”
“She doesn’t have to take care of me…I’ve asked her to stop…Just go away Annabelle.”
“No. I will not go away! And neither will Flo. She LOVES you, Charlie. No matter what you do, she always will. You can’t get rib of us that easy. No one will ever take the place of Sasha in your heart…just be friends with Flo. All she has ever wanted is for you to care about her, she’s not asking for much.”
Charlie lifted his head, “I know, Annabelle, its just…” he paused, and sighed, “ I’ll try…you know, before I met Sasha I really did love her.”
Annabelle smiled wearily, “Maybe you can rekindle some of that love.”
The End
Sorry for killing off Sasha. Hope you liked it! I will try and make my next fanfic less dark