Post by shade on Mar 1, 2013 19:29:40 GMT -5
I love feed back on anything I write and this is no exception so feel free to comment. I like hearing why someone likes or dislikes what I write and I'm very hard to offend so no one has to worry about me becoming butt hurt about it.
Now on with the story!
living animal knew its place. Knew the balance of life was delicate. And they
treasured that balance for longer than any of them could remember.
But like all things must, that changed. Some of the animals got greedy.
They wanted to rule over all the others. This animal was man.
They changed their environment to suit their needs and ideals. They lost
touch with their fellow animals. They enslaved them and each other. Man was
vicious and nasty. Most of the other animals turned their backs on man or chose
to use man for their own gain.
But the dogs saw fear in man and took pity. They vowed to stand by man
and act as a protector against those who would harm them. Even though some men
betrayed their trust, dogs stayed by man as they had vowed. Thus they were
there when it all changed again.
Dogs watched the first of men die by their own hands. And they were there
when the last did.
Most animals, especially the large predators, had died with man or had
their numbers so depleted they were no threat. The land was scared from man
with very little green for prey to hide in. But dogs survived.
It was many years before there were large packs of them, but by then the
world was a dog’s world. After a couple generations the dogs began to discover
powers they had developed from the waste man left behind.
At first they did not use these powers, for they had deemed it evil,
gradually they began to see this power as a gift. A gift for never leaving man,
not when they were betrayed by man, not when man used them, not ever. It was
just as much a gift as the elongated life spans they had been given by man when
they were still together. But like all great powers it eventually began to
corrupt.
Titan was not a stupid dog and he did not like the idea of becoming another missing dog so he kept his large frame down to the first level, maybe the second if he had to. Today had been long and trying for him and he wanted nothing more than to go curl up and sleep.
Half way to his sleeping spot he heard a whimper. He turned his head to see three large dogs standing around Chavez, a small ugly dog. Chavez was barely the size of one of their muzzles. Nearly hairless with scruffy patches of motley looking fur randomly growing and muddy eyes that never seemed fully focused, Chavez was not pretty to look at. The small stuffed bear that normally hung from his mouth dangled from the mouth of a large dog.
“Come on psychic, tell us our future,” one dog taunted referring to the smaller dog’s ability to predict the future at times.
“He’s speechless. It must be good,” one howled.
“Or the little freak sees what we are going to do to his little bear,” the third growled around the bear as the others cracked up laughing.
By this time Titan had come up behind the last dog. The first two had seen him and ceased their laughter. Their eyes widened as they stared up at him. Titan knew he was intimidating. He was larger than most dogs, showed all the traits of a Doberman, had a torn ear, and ruby red eyes. Even without the docked tail and cropped ears many dogs sought to look frightening, his eyes frightened.
The third dog turned with the bear still in his mouth and bumped his nose on Titan’s chest. He backed up three quick steps, nearly stepping on Chavez, his eyes going wider and wider when he took in Titan’s full frame and sharp teeth revealed by pulled up lips.
“And what, do tell,” Titan’s growl rumbled up from his chest, “Were you planning on doing?”
“Uh…”
“We…”
“Eh…”
“Because,” Titan cut in with a malicious smile curling up his mouth, “I may want to do it to you.”
The dog dropped the bear and turned on his heels, leaping over Chavez and racing away calling “demon” over his shoulder as his friend raced after him.
Chavez picked up his bear and sat between Titan’s paws. The muddy eyes looked up at Titan.
“You’re lucky they are new.” A husky voice sounded from behind him, “If they weren’t they would know you are the biggest puppy in the world.”
“If they weren’t new they wouldn’t have messed with Chavez,” Titan said turning his head towards the red tri pit. He supposed she was a pretty dog physically. The warm colors of her coat and eyes along with her small stature and slight build made her seem loving and delicate. But Titan knew better than to let looks deceive him. Lyvain had a nasty temper and a mean streak nearly as long as their leader Bardolf. Titan did not make eye contact. He did not challenge her in any anyway. He just waited for her to speak.
“I suppose so,” Lyvain said as she staredoff into the distance quite for a moment, “Anyways Bardolf wants us out tonight. The last patrol came across some strange scents. We are going afterthese dogs. I will hunt them down and I will kill them. We meet at high moon.Don’t be late, Titan.”
Lyvain Stretched her legs and yawned. She gave a small sigh as she snuggled in closer to Bardolf. His heavier coat squishing against her side. She loved the feel of his thick coat and flexing muscles. Lyvain smiled contently. Bardolf shifted and Lyvain groaned at the loss of contact. She left her head on her paws as the large Caucasian Shepherd sat up and shook his powerful body. He turned his head to look out the third story window at the moon.
“It’s nearly high moon and you have a job to do,” Bardolf said with little emotion. Lyvain ignored his tone. He never did show much emotion, even when they were pups. But he had helped her avenge her family and hew was her mate so he had to love her she reasoned.
“Mmm...I know,” Lyvain yawned as she stretched and stood up rubbing against him, “I don’t see why I need Titan though. You could come. We are the best hunters the Pack has ever seen.”
“I have things to do, Lyvain,” Bardolf growled, “And we need a plan B if you mess this up. You are hardly perfect.”
Lyvain turned and snapped under his jaw with an angry growl. Her jaw had barely closed when she felt the air rush from her lungs as the larger dog pinned her down. Lyvain let out a low growl to match his. There was a pulse of power and Bardolf fell through the mist that was Lyvain.
Bardolf growled at the mist as it floated away, “Don’t forget your place Lyvain.”
Titan saw the mist approaching and gulped. He’d been early but the other dog forming out of the mist did not appear happy. She looked completely enraged as she stalked towards him and the door.
“Come on,” Lyvain growled angrily as she broke into a rain. Titan was hard pressed to keep up but feared the repercussions if he failed. He heard Lyvain growl something about reminding over bearing dogs of their place.