Post by gingie on Dec 16, 2011 17:02:27 GMT -5
It was quiet on the beaches, quiet and dark this cold autumn night. The mist of the ocean raising only to cover the very top of the water to hide the distant views of the sea. Soon the eyes could see little dots in the distance and the ear picked up barking and alot of shouting. Boats could be seen in the distant mist of the sea. They came in quick and in them were the dreaded humans that the wolves of this land hated. In a couple boats where crates and supplies for them but in the other boats were dogs: Hound dogs, Fox hounds, Wolf hounds, Mastiffs, you name it. One of the dogs stood out in particular, it was a large black one that sat content on the very back of the boat away from the howling and fidgety mutts. His eyes beamed out with humor and superiority. They were the color of the stars, a light yellow that almost looked piercing white in the dark of that night. This was no dog, The humans had taken a wolf into their arms and had trained it to go their bidding.
As the boats rested against the sand everything went quiet. Without a word the black wolf with the eerie yellow eyes jump out of the back and onto the sand without making a sound but as soon as his paws pressed against the sand the other dogs rushed out after him, clambering out of the boat like wild pigs. a short but loud growl emitted from his throat and he snapped at the dog's herding them toward the soft sand away from the boats. The was his job after all, to keep all the dogs in order and make sure they did their own jobs. One of the mastiffs looked at him fully and let out a soft growl. Quickly Brutis turned on the dog and snapped his jaws at its muzzle with a sharp snarl that warned the dogs to stay in line and with that the mastiff whimpered and let its ears go back, letting out another soft growl. Brutis took a step toward the mastiff and let his shoulders fluff up to look taller then the dog, though he truthfully wasn't. His long wolfish muzzle pulling back to show of his ivory incisors, the snarl becoming louder. as this charade was going on between the two the humans were already unloading and started putting up large tents and the crates were being put inside the tents.
Brutis's patience soon wore thin and his incisors snapped down upon the dog's ears, barely snatching the tips. The dog yowled out in pain and fury shuffling back among the other dogs that were all whimpering and cowering from him. With a content snort he turned his back to them and trotted off toward the humans. The dogs sniffed and licked the mastiff's forehead with apologetic looks. He was the new dogs and the rest of them knew better.
Coming to his master's side the captain rested down and placed his head on his forehead. The old man was in his near 50's and had already grown the grey beard of a captain. His fingers were tough and callused from his days work. He spoke, his voice very raspy saying a few words in English that he didn't quite understand but the warmth and soothing tone he used reassured him he had done well. Though the feeling on his hand on his head made him itchy he ignored it for it was the only companionship he knew. A soft noise echoed in his ears and his ears flicked toward the bushes on the far shore. The noise didn't come again but curiosity gnawed at his bones. His eyes turned along with his head to view the air.What was that? He thought and stalked toward the bushes his human companion forgotten. Though the human watched his movements and picked up a gun and aimed it at the bush just in case.
As the boats rested against the sand everything went quiet. Without a word the black wolf with the eerie yellow eyes jump out of the back and onto the sand without making a sound but as soon as his paws pressed against the sand the other dogs rushed out after him, clambering out of the boat like wild pigs. a short but loud growl emitted from his throat and he snapped at the dog's herding them toward the soft sand away from the boats. The was his job after all, to keep all the dogs in order and make sure they did their own jobs. One of the mastiffs looked at him fully and let out a soft growl. Quickly Brutis turned on the dog and snapped his jaws at its muzzle with a sharp snarl that warned the dogs to stay in line and with that the mastiff whimpered and let its ears go back, letting out another soft growl. Brutis took a step toward the mastiff and let his shoulders fluff up to look taller then the dog, though he truthfully wasn't. His long wolfish muzzle pulling back to show of his ivory incisors, the snarl becoming louder. as this charade was going on between the two the humans were already unloading and started putting up large tents and the crates were being put inside the tents.
Brutis's patience soon wore thin and his incisors snapped down upon the dog's ears, barely snatching the tips. The dog yowled out in pain and fury shuffling back among the other dogs that were all whimpering and cowering from him. With a content snort he turned his back to them and trotted off toward the humans. The dogs sniffed and licked the mastiff's forehead with apologetic looks. He was the new dogs and the rest of them knew better.
Coming to his master's side the captain rested down and placed his head on his forehead. The old man was in his near 50's and had already grown the grey beard of a captain. His fingers were tough and callused from his days work. He spoke, his voice very raspy saying a few words in English that he didn't quite understand but the warmth and soothing tone he used reassured him he had done well. Though the feeling on his hand on his head made him itchy he ignored it for it was the only companionship he knew. A soft noise echoed in his ears and his ears flicked toward the bushes on the far shore. The noise didn't come again but curiosity gnawed at his bones. His eyes turned along with his head to view the air.What was that? He thought and stalked toward the bushes his human companion forgotten. Though the human watched his movements and picked up a gun and aimed it at the bush just in case.
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