Thread: Unwanted Pet? (PsionicCuttlefish & zach74374)

Where had it all gone wrong? What did she do to make this happen, or how was she not good enough? Life had been....if not exactly pleasant, then at least stable. She had been bred and born into her position, raised with careful training, before she was bought by her Master. Things started well enough, but her Master was....not nice. He was never gentle with her when he was using her. He was frequently angry with other things in his life, and when he was angry, he got rougher and more violent with her. Sometimes he even beat her for seemingly no reason at all. But it was always her fault, of course. She did something wrong, or wasn't good enough. So she would try harder, do better, maybe next time Master would be nice. She got used to it. She had never stopped trying. But recently, Master had been using her less. He sometimes didn't seem to bother being too rough, even. It was fine. It was an improvement. But yesterday, he brought a new Pet home. The new Pet was a gorgeous thing, a fox with pink-and-yellow fur. She wondered what that would mean for her. Now she knew. This afternoon, Master had brought her with him on a carriage ride. Master left for days sometimes, but he had never taken her with him before. It was comfortable in the carriage. The carriage rolled on for hours, across twisting, winding roads through a very thick and large nearby forest. It was the middle of winter, so there was several inches of snow on the ground and covering the trees, with a very light fall of new snow drifting gently down. Then it was nighttime, everything was dark except for the lantern on the carriage, and Master told the carriage-driver to stop. Then it had all gone wrong. Get out, Master had said. So she did. And was told to step away a little more. And then suddenly, with a barked command, the carriage-driver set the horses into a jog, and the carriage had sped off, leaving her behind. She was lost, now. The road had branched in several places, inside the forest. Not to mention there was virtually no light, with the sun having set several hours before she was left behind. The snowflakes continued to gently fall. She just didn't know what she had done wrong, but she must have done something. It must be her fault. Master had never done anything like this before, but it was always her fault. Was this the end? She was naked since Master did not allow clothes, she was always naked. Her fur was not enough protection. It was so cold. Bardon trudged along the lightly-snowed forest road, whistling a little tune to himself to pass the time until he could get home. He was clad in multiple layers of thick, heavy hides and cloths to protect himself from the winter chill. He was also dragging a sled, loaded with a small deer that had been caught in one of his animal-traps. He had a fair amount of food stored up at home, though not quite enough to last him through the whole winter, so this was a lucky catch. He would feast well tonight! His path through the nearly pitch-black snowed-on forest was illuminated by the lantern on his sled. His eyes were very well-trained, and knew what shapes and colors in the darkness might be danger, and what was just shadows cast by the flickering flame-light of his lantern. Which meant that, even in the darkness, he noticed the shape lying in a disturbed snowdrift on the side of the road as something that didn't belong. ...Hrm? He made a small inquisitive grunt as he stopped walking, unbelted the sled from himself, picked up his lantern from his sled, and walked over to investigate....