Dirt, Blood and Love / P1
Added 2025-04-15 17:15:36 +0000 UTCThere, nestled between brambles and damp moss, they lay:
A tall Doberman lady, her glossy black fur smeared with blood in several places,
and a powerfully built Rottweiler whose chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm.
Both wore torn clothing, crudely cut for their humanoid frames –
clearly anthropomorphic, with upright posture, muscular limbs, and intelligent eyes.
And yet… they had been treated like animals.
“They... they kicked us like we were nothing,”
the Doberman lady whispered in a hoarse voice,
her amber eyes flickering dimly.
“Just because we don’t look like them.”
The Rottweiler let out a soft snort – a ragged sound,
half pain, half pure, burning rage.
“I should’ve snapped their necks...
before they caught us.”
