My heart was pounding in my chest, my breath so heavy that it could lift up the entire planet, my focus on the pound door, waiting for the lights to flicker on and the sea of people who surrounded me to flood the room, grabbing abandoned CS pets as if they were warm cookies. Most of the time, the pound consisted of the "unwanted pets" (horses, ponies, chickens, and rats), but sometimes, there's a rare treat mixed in from all the banned users: rare pets. To claim them; you have to get there early, for they leave the pound as fast as they enter. You'd also need to know what pet is what: one wrong click and you can't go back in until the next time it opens. Finally, you just have to have luck, because the batch of pets in front of you is chosen by random, a rare pet might not be in the batch and another user might snag it before you, making you leave the pound with only an old uncommon dog. Each time you visit, it's like Black Friday, in only five minutes the batch can go from 1,890 pets to 1,390 pets and when the number gets too low, all you get are the pets no one even wanted in the first place, usually taken by the newer unexperienced members. Suddenly, a flash of light shot out of the building filled to the brim with pets, everyone rampaging through the door, a desperate stampede of people ready to give their life for a little animal to call their own. I searched for the perfect pet, changing batches like a girl changes clothes, doing my best to stick with what I know, musing over if it were the right time to swap or if I'm already too late. I ran through the pound like a chicken without a head for several minutes, cautious to which pet I should take home, the number quickly dropping. Just as I was about to give up, a little PPS puppy caught my eye. I knew it was a rare, for it was a skeleton outcome I had missed at the Halloween party in 2013. His olive green fur felt like silk, his yellow eyes glowing like the sun. I knew it was meant to be, so I took him home, the name pre-determined by the pound repeating in my ear like a chant: Thamons. I felt his head and it was as cold as ice, my tan hand quickly jerking away, quickly grabbing a red and dark green scarf and a light green blanket with yellow stripes to place on him, a happy smile appearing on his face. I also made him a hot chocolate, placing it in a dark blue reindeer mug and giving Thamons a warm, loving smile, placing a kiss on his bony head, seeing his stubby little tail wag in delight. Just in case he got bored whenever I went away, I gave him a little tennis ball and a gray and white wolf doll with a teal heart in the center, in which he played with cheerfully, a goofy grin on his face in delight. My face was filled in shock, for right then and there, he said his first word since I first noticed him: "Yay!"
Cali Spaniel wrote a Pound story, and sent in a companion piece of art to go with it! You can find the art in this post. c: