[Not the actual beginning]



   On one hand, I was marveling, so to speak. And so I say it this way, being that one does not have much time to think on such beauty when he can barely support his own weight. The absurdity lay within my thoughts, carried on wave upon consecutive wave of relentless conclusions drawn the very moment I heard that abrupt, distinct 'flup'. "A flup?" you would say. "Wolf, where is your mind?" you might ask, and I would humbly reply with "It is in my chest," to which you would not answer. Admiration was a beautiful thing but perhaps far too improper, for the following sound came to me bearing a message, and one so wonderously demanding that the subsequent meeting of mind and heart urged me to turn towards the direction from whence it came. Mine eyes had led me to a deeper consideration of rationale, and one not uncommon in the slightest. I had begun to wonder how long she was standing there. But upon next seeing the very source from which the 'flup' prior had come was I greeted by another, it being the result of the meeting of stiffened flesh against a rather large muzzle. It arced its way up and upon the softness, its edges pressing in against the right side of an even larger nose, curling into its nostril. Chance had it that mine eyes fell upon this potrusion - this beautiful organ - as it retreated, and then I heard that other sound again - the one that did not trail onward with the warm rasping sounds of motion. Nay, ANY motion. The lovely gargantuan meat was gone. And in its place there were two...four; no...quite a few massive bones, four amongst them distinctively larger and longer than the rest. And so it was that during this brief pairing of mind and heart, my body had soon joined with the others to create the perfect unification...of unbridled chaos.



It felt warm. Warm...to know that there was nothing I could do.



   Anyone will tell you that a man has gone mad once he has begun to play in the darker reaches of his mind. Do be gentle when dealing with such folk, for it is not from ill intent that they utter this. Indeed, I could feel my mind slipping away, but only briefly. Much was due her, I supposed. Ah, the insanity. Though I hadn't the slightest doubts as to what had crossed her mind then, I almost wanted to beg her for the answer myself. You would too once your arms had failed to propel you in the opposite direction as fast as they might, for once the prey's best wishes have been torn apart, he may only plead his case as he is wont - a silly diversion that should never be credited to him as having been a 'tactic'. All in all, the fool's hope's are gone, and should fate have mercy on his soul, he may yet find the strength to rise to his feet. That is, if he were not presently on his way towards his captor's belly now...

   The fool in me wanted to lay a hand upon that nose. But the poet in me knew he would never again have that hand to LAY upon a nose. I remained motionless. Perhaps she had prefered a struggling meal? Whatever lied in store for me, I made duly sure not to arouse her tendacies. Or so I thought.



Ryan: Lady...



   I supposed there was no harm in humoring the beast. And upon noticing that I was given so many glorious seconds during which to utter that nonsense did I stand before her, my chest PROUDLY forward, ha ha!



She parted her teeth, and I whimphered like a pup.



Ryan: Oh dear...

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