Post by None the Shadows on May 25, 2006 19:25:14 GMT -5
Past memories flooded through a large skull.
The night was dark and cold, the wind tearing through the grasses. Creatures of the night roamed freely and silently, their eyes aglow in the moonlight. All was still, excerpt for by one bush. A large, killer looking dog laid, restless but down. Its sides were swollen with pups, its breathing labored. The female raised its head slightly and moaned, dropping it back down. In the moonlight, a flash of crimson glared. Her left shoulder was torn away, ripped to shreds by the metal stick that bust flame from it, driving a hard ball into the being's flesh and tearing out the other side.
Minutes turned to an hour.
A shrill cry of a pup sounded in the night air, the sent of blood filling the air, a small to its mother but still large in size pup wiggled in the grass, crying. The pup's brothers and sisters laid in the grass, dead, their breaths stopped by the blood in their nostrils and lungs. The mother shifted to lick her last, still alive child and nuzzled him close to her. As she blue eyes fell upon the still bodies, her hide shuddered but she reached for them, tearing the flesh of one. Her stomach threatened to revolt but she had to eat them, to keep her alive.. and her last son.
Minutes turned to an hour.
A shrill cry of a pup sounded in the night air, the sent of blood filling the air, a small to its mother but still large in size pup wiggled in the grass, crying. The pup's brothers and sisters laid in the grass, dead, their breaths stopped by the blood in their nostrils and lungs. The mother shifted to lick her last, still alive child and nuzzled him close to her. As she blue eyes fell upon the still bodies, her hide shuddered but she reached for them, tearing the flesh of one. Her stomach threatened to revolt but she had to eat them, to keep her alive.. and her last son.
In a warm, still spot in the grass, a large, grey bulk laid spread, its large legs stretched about it. The wind sighed through the being's coat, causing the dog to sit up and look around. Large, liquid brown eyes peered through bushy, grey eyebrows and a long, slightly curled tail peeked out around its haunches. When its mouth opened to yawn, a bright pink tongue flashed and surprising white fangs flashed in the light. With a happy sigh, its closed its maw, smacking its lips softly. The large 5 year old dog, called Yasha by most, slowly got up, swaying softly. The urge to eat drove him to his legs and he slowly made his way to the butcher shop, his tail fanning the still air. As he trotted, most beings could say he looked like a killer, bent on the destruction of all in his paths. But it was the opposite.
He was a meek, humble dog for his size, towering over even the largest 'Dane. Between his ears and behind his eyes laid a smart, sharp mind but still slow, making him seem simple minded. His mother called him the gentle giant many times before she died. A human would say he was like a full grown man with a child's mind, full of fun and love. But he could turn into a fierce killer and guardian and lived to his name, Yasha meaning Demon in Japanese. His half Irish Wolfhound and half some Japanese breed knew many names of the other world. But Yasha did not share her knowledge. Instead, he had both his mother and father's size, his father a pure bred Irish Wolfhound.
As he romped through the grass, he stopped at his shop, seeing it was closed. With a large sigh, he went on, looking for his dinner or breakfast or was it lunch? He did not know, for time was not on his side.
He was a meek, humble dog for his size, towering over even the largest 'Dane. Between his ears and behind his eyes laid a smart, sharp mind but still slow, making him seem simple minded. His mother called him the gentle giant many times before she died. A human would say he was like a full grown man with a child's mind, full of fun and love. But he could turn into a fierce killer and guardian and lived to his name, Yasha meaning Demon in Japanese. His half Irish Wolfhound and half some Japanese breed knew many names of the other world. But Yasha did not share her knowledge. Instead, he had both his mother and father's size, his father a pure bred Irish Wolfhound.
As he romped through the grass, he stopped at his shop, seeing it was closed. With a large sigh, he went on, looking for his dinner or breakfast or was it lunch? He did not know, for time was not on his side.
