Diary Entry Essay: The Menagerie By Nikk
The day was vivid and clear. Snow had fallen through the night, and when Nikk emerged it was gently and silently. The Menagerie had shed from this perfect realm, this white pristine world if not for just a moment, and as Nikk stood in the snow she felt a hint of magic as she had when she was a child in Pavek; in Russian. She allowed herself a small, stolen moment and leaned her head back to the blackened skeletons of the sleeping trees and brilliant blue skies.
Her brown eyes closed, and for the first time in a long time her lips pulled up in the smallest of smiles. Nikk loved the snow. She’d been born during winter, and though its icy breath could speak death so easily, she always felt a kinship. Perhaps, it was why she felt so disconnected …show more content…
He was sleek, reminding Nikk of a German Shepherd. However, this dog was less encumbered by size or heft of the larger breed. His brown and gold movement was effortless, diving through the madness and .... straight for her. He leaped the same moment she turned to flee, and managed to tackle her.
Nikk bit back a yell of fear as paws and hands and bodies tangled, but somehow she managed to land atop him. Her hand shoved his head into the snow, her body weight though scarcely more than his, even as a dog, keeping him down.
“Shhh,” she commanded. She remained as still as she could, and was relieved that at least for a few seconds the dog was immobile. For how long, she did not know. It was luck, a blessing that the Rouges and the Bellator engaged in battle, and several moments passed before she let out a breath.
It wasn’t that she wanted to save the dog. He was flung in her path and she needed to be safe. She simply made the gamble that he would be either a real dog and recognize dominance when he felt it, or be smart enough as a retro or shifter that his ass was in deep water and had an ally. It was a blessing for that one moment, however it lasted exactly that long before his muzzle broke free and claimed crimson penance from her skin. She gasped and pulled her arm
Her brown eyes closed, and for the first time in a long time her lips pulled up in the smallest of smiles. Nikk loved the snow. She’d been born during winter, and though its icy breath could speak death so easily, she always felt a kinship. Perhaps, it was why she felt so disconnected …show more content…
He was sleek, reminding Nikk of a German Shepherd. However, this dog was less encumbered by size or heft of the larger breed. His brown and gold movement was effortless, diving through the madness and .... straight for her. He leaped the same moment she turned to flee, and managed to tackle her.
Nikk bit back a yell of fear as paws and hands and bodies tangled, but somehow she managed to land atop him. Her hand shoved his head into the snow, her body weight though scarcely more than his, even as a dog, keeping him down.
“Shhh,” she commanded. She remained as still as she could, and was relieved that at least for a few seconds the dog was immobile. For how long, she did not know. It was luck, a blessing that the Rouges and the Bellator engaged in battle, and several moments passed before she let out a breath.
It wasn’t that she wanted to save the dog. He was flung in her path and she needed to be safe. She simply made the gamble that he would be either a real dog and recognize dominance when he felt it, or be smart enough as a retro or shifter that his ass was in deep water and had an ally. It was a blessing for that one moment, however it lasted exactly that long before his muzzle broke free and claimed crimson penance from her skin. She gasped and pulled her arm