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[The nearest rural area is not that far, but I definitely do not live in a near-rural area. I live in Southern Ontario, so I cannot say I have braved the Canadian cold constantly, but it has been extremely cold this year. The landscape here seems to just keep developing, more houses being built. I really hurts me, more than anything I wish the human race could undo so many things, the destruction of countrylands that are now busy highways or parking lots.
My grandmother's cat is an extreme hunter. She is hesitant to put a bell collar on him, because there are many coyotes out where she lives. I've never actually seen a flying squirrel, the most I get here is normal squirrels, rabbits, and various bird species, as well as the occasional raccoon. And I would really not like to deal with dead mice and rats. Though they do not really scare me, I dislike seeing dead animals in general. I used to explore this forestry valley fairly close to my house, with my friend. We would go down with my dog and just sort of look around. I can't remember how many skulls and dead raccoons we saw in there. It was pretty depressing.]
With the flat of her skull embedding in the fur of his shoulder, she refusing to move. Rogue felt his breaths becoming more ragged, threatening to stop all at once. She wouldn't allow him to stop. If he couldn't go any farther, she would die preventing them from vandalizing his corpse. It was a question to ask, after he betrayed her in such a way, how could she possible care so strongly for his escape? The fact was, the earth lacked strong characters. The one's who were confident and strong, impulsive and wise, and most importantly, with the intentions to help others. Artyom possessed these qualities, and she could not bear to see his potential go to waste.
Closing her eyes, Rogue allowed his words to easily slide over her. They made no difference. The stubborn shepherd had made up her mind, there was no changing it. Exhaustion threatened to crumple her over, her muscles screamed for a rest. A spark of determination had ignited into a bonfire, drowning out the entire scene in a wave of adrenalin. Her legs tore over the fabricated ground, claws scraping over the unnaturally smooth grey surface. She was too wound up to notice the natural familiar scents, the light ahead. Too focused.
"I'm not.. leaving," Rogue panted, head began to lower slightly, but she kept on moving. The human's voices could be heard behind her, and she knew there options were beginning to narrow. They could continue running until they found the exit, or simply collapsed, which seemed the main plan. But if it came to it, if Artyom fell first, or sacrificed himself, it would not mean she would continue to run. She would turn and fight, something she was used to doing. It came as a second nature.
Suddenly, a disturbance settled into her. Not quite a disturbance, but a change. Lifting her head, she exhaled with relief, with slight happiness. The door. The exit. The passageway to freedom. Just beyond the narrow rectangle of space. "Keep running. Our home lays beyond.. beyond that door." Rogue panted, almost envisioning it herself. "Plentiful... plentiful with food, rid of these cruel humans." The female felt as if she was trying to convince herself as well as the shepherd, and the distraction seemed to fuel her. "Freedom..." The final word was low and quite, but the impact was great. That single word was her sole desire. They would make it, she repeated countless times in her mind. If she believed it hard enough, perhaps they would.
