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Red King!Izumo meets lost pup
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redstray[ It's been just a few weeks since Homra had decided to wipe out a chunk of Hikawa, and the atmosphere surrounding the group was all but tense, inside and out.
Eric could care less about the changes that had been happening. He was a dog so as long as he followed he would be fine, and less people meant less beatings. Though with such an uproar occurring so much, the beatings and threats only increased.
Which was why he was so confused as to why he was out right now. Outside, wandering around the streets confused, wet, and exhausted. They kicked him out, not allowed to go back until they told him to. This has only happened a couple of times before for no reason, but they would have called him back to be picked up again by now.
His stomach made a strange noise and he ignored it. It was empty and made a feeble attempt to beg for some food. He couldn't eat without his owner around. It was more important to listen for any sign of his phone ringing, telling him to come home, even though it was hard to focus, and his whole body hurt from some burn, or bruise or possible broken bone. But he had to keep going...he had to keep mo--
Ah.
He felt his knees buckle from under him and he crashed into something that wasn't the ground, soft and lumpy in some places. He stared ahead, not really recognizing anything and he vaguely wondered when the last time he had some food in his stomach...he couldn't recall.
The aches and pain he felt in his body were fading away and he blinked a bit as the raindrops started hitting his face. Maybe this was the reason why they kicked him out...to see if he would be alive by the time they called him. His use was up after all...huh.
Eric closed his eyes, not caring either way, he was tired, his whole body hurt, his stomach hurt even if it no longer complained. He was fine with this, dying perhaps. ]
Eric could care less about the changes that had been happening. He was a dog so as long as he followed he would be fine, and less people meant less beatings. Though with such an uproar occurring so much, the beatings and threats only increased.
Which was why he was so confused as to why he was out right now. Outside, wandering around the streets confused, wet, and exhausted. They kicked him out, not allowed to go back until they told him to. This has only happened a couple of times before for no reason, but they would have called him back to be picked up again by now.
His stomach made a strange noise and he ignored it. It was empty and made a feeble attempt to beg for some food. He couldn't eat without his owner around. It was more important to listen for any sign of his phone ringing, telling him to come home, even though it was hard to focus, and his whole body hurt from some burn, or bruise or possible broken bone. But he had to keep going...he had to keep mo--
Ah.
He felt his knees buckle from under him and he crashed into something that wasn't the ground, soft and lumpy in some places. He stared ahead, not really recognizing anything and he vaguely wondered when the last time he had some food in his stomach...he couldn't recall.
The aches and pain he felt in his body were fading away and he blinked a bit as the raindrops started hitting his face. Maybe this was the reason why they kicked him out...to see if he would be alive by the time they called him. His use was up after all...huh.
Eric closed his eyes, not caring either way, he was tired, his whole body hurt, his stomach hurt even if it no longer complained. He was fine with this, dying perhaps. ]