Post by gin/kuro on Jun 23, 2008 10:44:46 GMT -5
Prolouge, The Death Of The Pack:
Gin was in the den with his brothers and sisters, tumbling over and leaping on each other's backs and rolling in the dust on the floor. The adaults were outside, standing guard or play fighting as the pack started to settle down for the night. Gin's slightly muzzy hearing picked out a noisey crunching from the forrest, like lots of twigs being broken at once. The adaults stirred and some went to investigate but the cubs played on. there was a series of far off cracks, as if giant branches were snapping far away but the adaults knew better. One lay above the den, ready to ambush any predator while the rest of the pack moved towards the cracks. That was when the nightmare began.
Gin looked up from his play when he heard a series of loud cracks from outside the den. He poked his head out from the den, ducking back when he saw the pack leaping at some tall shadows. The cracks continued, stopping all the cubs and making them huddle together in the back of the den, collectively flinching at each ear-splitting bang. Slowly the noise stopped, ending in a loud whimper, cut off by several bangs all at once. Then thudding footsteps came towards the den and a shadow cut off the moonlight streaming in from the outside.
A tall beast, like a hairless bear gripping a metal tree branch stood outside the den, and he was surrounded by similar creatures. They pointed their sticks into the den, obviosly preparing for something when from above the den Hinata, the wolf left on guard, leapt into the strange creatures, killing one with a bite to the throat before the other creature's sticks exploded. Hinata fell to the ground dead and there was a series of clicks from ouside. then the sticks filled the enterance, turning the dark den into a sea of wizzing metal insects, large flashes and deafening bangs. Gin cowerd as his siblings were reduced to ragged bundles of blood and fur. He became covered in their blood, and as he lay still the bear things left him for dead and left.
Gin sat alone in the den, pining for his pack to get up, crying that the danger was gone and they could move again. But no one got to their paws. he stumbled out of the den and looked out to see the rest of the pack lying in the stained red earth. Many were filled with ragged red holes seeping thick liquid into the the dust. Gin sat and weapt his horror to the sky, wracked by grief he set off, walking through the forrest of withering trees and rubbish piles, to the only source of life for miles, the filthy stacks of food waste from the city.
Gin was in the den with his brothers and sisters, tumbling over and leaping on each other's backs and rolling in the dust on the floor. The adaults were outside, standing guard or play fighting as the pack started to settle down for the night. Gin's slightly muzzy hearing picked out a noisey crunching from the forrest, like lots of twigs being broken at once. The adaults stirred and some went to investigate but the cubs played on. there was a series of far off cracks, as if giant branches were snapping far away but the adaults knew better. One lay above the den, ready to ambush any predator while the rest of the pack moved towards the cracks. That was when the nightmare began.
Gin looked up from his play when he heard a series of loud cracks from outside the den. He poked his head out from the den, ducking back when he saw the pack leaping at some tall shadows. The cracks continued, stopping all the cubs and making them huddle together in the back of the den, collectively flinching at each ear-splitting bang. Slowly the noise stopped, ending in a loud whimper, cut off by several bangs all at once. Then thudding footsteps came towards the den and a shadow cut off the moonlight streaming in from the outside.
A tall beast, like a hairless bear gripping a metal tree branch stood outside the den, and he was surrounded by similar creatures. They pointed their sticks into the den, obviosly preparing for something when from above the den Hinata, the wolf left on guard, leapt into the strange creatures, killing one with a bite to the throat before the other creature's sticks exploded. Hinata fell to the ground dead and there was a series of clicks from ouside. then the sticks filled the enterance, turning the dark den into a sea of wizzing metal insects, large flashes and deafening bangs. Gin cowerd as his siblings were reduced to ragged bundles of blood and fur. He became covered in their blood, and as he lay still the bear things left him for dead and left.
Gin sat alone in the den, pining for his pack to get up, crying that the danger was gone and they could move again. But no one got to their paws. he stumbled out of the den and looked out to see the rest of the pack lying in the stained red earth. Many were filled with ragged red holes seeping thick liquid into the the dust. Gin sat and weapt his horror to the sky, wracked by grief he set off, walking through the forrest of withering trees and rubbish piles, to the only source of life for miles, the filthy stacks of food waste from the city.
