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Before Kella could even think to properly react, a tremendous fellow canine force knocked her clean off the pads of her feet; sending her tumbling nearly headfirst down the rickety carpeted staircase, as she steadily lifted her right paw up and began pounding hard against the head of the jackal.
He let out an angry grunt and bit fiercely at her forehead, delivering a tinge of searing pain and pulling at least a quarter inch of red and white fur from her right eyebrow ridge.
Isa’s heart began to steadily pound a xylophone against her ribcage, as she redrew her gun slowly and began to take aim. It was almost damn near impossible for a clear and direct move. The duo was scuffling all too fast and too furiously to even decipher all which one was which.
But, she knew she could no longer hesitate. She knew she had to make at least one decision, and most definitely with unclear haste.
She gently gave an ounce of trigger squeeze with her finger, and watched in sheer and utter horror as the once beautiful red and white fur of her friend was soon matted and stained with her warm and sticky life’s blood.
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Publication Date: 06-21-2017
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