Dog Pack Story Part 1An elderly buck wanders aimlessly through the woods in search of food. His white tail flashes as he flicks it back and forth behind him in irritation. His worn and broken teeth make it hard for him to find edible food among the trees of the winter locked forest, and the toll is evident in his clearly defined ribs. A muffled twump of falling snow makes him fling his head up and ears flip back and forth to identify the sound behind him. He stands still for a few moments before turning to bound down a well-worn trail between two large spruce trees. Just as the deer is about to pass between them a large, gray, wirehaired body launches itself from the space beneath one of the large spruces and tackles the deer, long teeth and strong jaws clamping down on the base of the old buck’s head and easily snapping its spine. The deer falls limp in the dog’s jaws as its role in the world as a living creature comes to an end.
The large dog, a young Irish
Dog Pack Story (no adequate title yet) PrologueThe bitch was breathing heavily as she struggled to run through the deep snow, a small object hanging from her clenched jaws. Her large eyes were frightened but determined as a she paused to catch her breath and adjust her grip on the pup she was carrying. The small white bundle didn’t make a single sound, even when it was set into the deep, cold snow. The bitch, a German Shepherd, sucked at the cool air gratefully before perking her ears up and turning to look behind her. In the distance she could just see the foreboding outline of an old, black city. She stood still for a few moments longer before turning and dropping her head to sniff at the pup. It was small for its age, definitely the runt of the litter, but she refused to let it die because of that fact.
She warily bent over and picked the pup up again before turning to take one last look at the place she had been raised before turning away and running for the trees in the distance.
The DreamI have never been able to dream the dream,
Nightmares are the only ones
I shall ever see as I fall asleep.
But every time I wake up,
Soaked in sweat and fear,
I dare to believe, that someone out there,
Is dreaming the dream.
The dream worth believing in.
Special Event 1: Lyre part 2Lyre narrowed his eyes and his grasp tightens on his crossed arms as he watches the figure across the way. For what seems like eternity they keep looking at each other when a scream splits the air. Lyre’s focus quickly seeks out its source, deciding that they were more important than the figure watching him.
A young female demon jumped out of her seat a few yards from Lyre, making the group of males she was with stare at her in confusion for a bit. She stutters incoherently and points at something on the ground. Lyre grits his teeth as he watches a familiar green serpent rapidly weaving her way among the chair legs on her way back to him. The males, realizing that Lon was the cause of the female’s fear start to crash after her. When Lon reaches his chair Lyre hangs his arm down for her to slither up while his eyes watch the angry demons coming towards him. They all pause and stand in a circle around him while Lon hisses at them from
Special Event 1: Lyre part 1The sounds of festivities echoes into the darkening sky as the sun sink beyond the horizon, taking its sweltering heat with it. Now that the air was cooling off, the masses are increasing as they leave their shelters of the day in search of entertainment. The tempting scents of many different foods wafts through the air, drawing most of the population towards the main square for various food eating contests and stalls of different delicacies. And even though most of the beings had only just recently come out, some had already been out all day.
Lyre was one such person. He had spent his day hiding his eyes throughout the town. Festivities like this provided him with a wonderful opportunity to collect information on a wide variety of the population. And no one knew what someone would pay for information on the embarrassing events that unfold during the festivities.
Carefully Lyre secures his scroll to his back before reaching down and placing his secon