Yeah, I'm a writing freak. This is one of the stupidest stories of written, ever. Anyway, if you want me to write you a story, just throw out a plot and a couple of characters.
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My shoulders tense, and I drew my hackles upwards, and my nosed flared, while my amber eyes were alive with a hidden fire. I pulled my lips backwards, revealing my sharp canines, and lowered myself to the ground, sitting back on my haunches, preparing to jump.
"Chloe, its just me!" a soothing voice said. I looked up into the eyes of my loving master, Hera. I lowered my hackles and my eyes were dimmed, and I moved forward, my wait now equally distributed in between all four legs. Hera had been good to me, but I was still nervous around anyone, even her.
"Listen, Hera, say your good byes quickly," a taller woman said to the teenager. I cocked my head. Goodbyes?
"Chloe, girl, I'm sorry this had to happen, " Hera said, her voice low. She seemed to be holding back tears. What had happened? What was going on?
"You were a good dog," Hera whispered into my war, before standing up again. I saw her wipe away a single tear that was leaking out of her eye.
She led me into a white-washed room, and then a man came in, with a long white lab coat on. I whimpered and pushed my head into Hera's hand. I still didn't understand.
Eventually, Hera broke down sobbing, and covered her eyes. I saw the doctor take a needle into hand, and then I realized what was going on.
I was going to die that day.
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