Too many.... too many of us have fallen. The think stench of death and suffering seemed to take over the air, every breath I took made me sink deeper and deeper into a sense of panic. There was only one dog I was looking for, Geronimo. My eyes desperately searched for a glimse of white or grey, the slightest sniff of his scent, or the sound of his comforting and soothing voice, but there was nothing like that. Blood and the bodies of my friends and enemies covered the floor, though I could not remember how we got to this point there was no question in my mind what was going on, war. Didn't matter who or what started it I knew i had to find Geronimo, I needed to find him. Though he was strong and dangerously intelligent, out numbered as we were, he stood so little of a chance. I was running with no destination, the snarling and yelping overpowered the sound of my paws hitting the cold floor as I dodged the still warm bodies of the fallen. I did not dare look at their faces, I was terrified that if I did I might see someone I loved or cared about, or a call for help, a weak dying dog asking for me to somehow save them. Oh god what have we done? I muttered to myself as I continued to run. Without warning I was knocked over by two dogs at each others throats, their blood landing and staining my pelt and I scrambled out of the fight, I looked back at the scene before one of them let out their last breath and fell to the floor. A gasp was let out from my throat causing the winning dog to turn my way.. i had no time for fighting I had to find geromino, I turned on my heels pushing myself to run faster and faster than I knew I could. Slowly I lost my aggressor, my pace slowed only slightly as I looked frantically around for him. Suddenly a flash of White amongst the dull colors of war "Geronimo!" I turned to his direction, loosing sight of him for only a second as I ducked under and larger dog. "Looking for this Ruby?" spoke the shadowy figure who had Geromino in his maw, whose grey pelt now dark red with blood, his body covered in wounds beyond repair or healing, he couldn't be gone, what have I done to deserve this, what had he done?. I felt rage build up side me, an sense of anger I have yet to ever feel, over powering all other emotions I could possibly be experiencing at that moment, "LET HIM GO!". A sickening laugh came from the dark male, "As you wish, pity you didn't get to say goodbye to your foolish friend.". Tears rolled down my cheeks as my whole life seemed to fall apart in front of me, he was speaking the truth...Geromino was..
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I woke woke with a start, tears streaming down my face and onto the floor. I was shaking, as if my body was rejecting what I had just witnessed, "It was just a dream...." I let out a sigh of relief before raising my forepaw to wipe my salty tears from my cheeks, "He's okay."
Sorry for my terrible writing this was rushed cause I just wanted it to be done
This was ALL A DREAM NO ONE IS HURT OR DEAD
drazzonic enjoy the feels