A slight nudge was enough to wake her. She could hear light breathing, and the sound of a paw shifting slightly on dirt. She moved her paw around and felt the surface that she was laying on. Dirt, with some small bits of rock mixed in. She opened her eyes and immediately shut them again. Not because of what she was looking at, though that could be considered a reason, but because her vision had gone black and white, as opposed to the color she had used to enjoy.
What she was looking at was the reason she had been turned into a dog in the first place. Bolt. Of all the places and times for him to walk by, it had to be this one. She sniffed, hoping to determine some additional information. The most she could determine was that he was alone, with neither Penny یا Rhino in tow.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked him in the face.
"Are آپ alright?" he asked, concerned.
She nodded, not really remembering her new lack of speech. Bolt sniffed her as she shakily stood up.
Once on her feet, the shaking subsided some. She looked around, taking things in through her new eyes. Everything, previously so full of vibrant colors, was now reduced to flat monotonous shades of gray.
A puddle nearby caught her interest. She took a few uncertain steps and gazed into it. Looking back at her was the face of a black and white-furred Border سے collie, کوللی with green eyes, two notches in the left ear, and almost identical markings to her گزشتہ form. Hopefully, Bolt would never notice. The collar, though, had been laying there beneath her, torn from her neck when she transformed. If he noticed the collar, and identified it, it was all over for her.
And he did. Once he got done looking her over, he looked around and his eyes alit on the broken collar. His expression changed and he strode to it, sniffing.
Mittens crouched there over the puddle, waiting anxiously.
With a horrible look on his face, he turned and rounded on her.
"Where'd that کالر come from?" he demanded harshly.
She shrugged. It was all she could do.
"Where did آپ get it?"
Another shrug.
Bolt pounced on her and pinned her down, making a huge splash in the puddle.
"WHERE DID آپ GET IT!" he shouted.
She whined, terrified.
The whine seemed to affect Bolt. His shoulders slumped slightly, and he got off of her, allowing her to get up. She did, and shook the water vigorously from her fur.
"I'm sorry..." he said. "It's just that that کالر smells just like a dear friend of mine. She ran out on me last night and I'm worried about her."
Mittens perked up her new somewhat floppy ears.
"I was an پچھواڑے, گدا to her last night, and I wanted to apologize. I tracked her scent to right here, but I guess she tore it off and split."
She put a sympathetic look on her face.
"Anyway, I'm Bolt," کہا Bolt, reaching out a paw for a bump.
Mittens returned the bump and used her paw to scratch a fake name into the dirt between them. She scratched: Jodie.
"It's nice to meet you, Jodie," Bolt said, dipping his head.
She dipped her head in return, mind thinking fast. At some point, she'd have to tell him who she really was, but that could wait for a bit...
What she was looking at was the reason she had been turned into a dog in the first place. Bolt. Of all the places and times for him to walk by, it had to be this one. She sniffed, hoping to determine some additional information. The most she could determine was that he was alone, with neither Penny یا Rhino in tow.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked him in the face.
"Are آپ alright?" he asked, concerned.
She nodded, not really remembering her new lack of speech. Bolt sniffed her as she shakily stood up.
Once on her feet, the shaking subsided some. She looked around, taking things in through her new eyes. Everything, previously so full of vibrant colors, was now reduced to flat monotonous shades of gray.
A puddle nearby caught her interest. She took a few uncertain steps and gazed into it. Looking back at her was the face of a black and white-furred Border سے collie, کوللی with green eyes, two notches in the left ear, and almost identical markings to her گزشتہ form. Hopefully, Bolt would never notice. The collar, though, had been laying there beneath her, torn from her neck when she transformed. If he noticed the collar, and identified it, it was all over for her.
And he did. Once he got done looking her over, he looked around and his eyes alit on the broken collar. His expression changed and he strode to it, sniffing.
Mittens crouched there over the puddle, waiting anxiously.
With a horrible look on his face, he turned and rounded on her.
"Where'd that کالر come from?" he demanded harshly.
She shrugged. It was all she could do.
"Where did آپ get it?"
Another shrug.
Bolt pounced on her and pinned her down, making a huge splash in the puddle.
"WHERE DID آپ GET IT!" he shouted.
She whined, terrified.
The whine seemed to affect Bolt. His shoulders slumped slightly, and he got off of her, allowing her to get up. She did, and shook the water vigorously from her fur.
"I'm sorry..." he said. "It's just that that کالر smells just like a dear friend of mine. She ran out on me last night and I'm worried about her."
Mittens perked up her new somewhat floppy ears.
"I was an پچھواڑے, گدا to her last night, and I wanted to apologize. I tracked her scent to right here, but I guess she tore it off and split."
She put a sympathetic look on her face.
"Anyway, I'm Bolt," کہا Bolt, reaching out a paw for a bump.
Mittens returned the bump and used her paw to scratch a fake name into the dirt between them. She scratched: Jodie.
"It's nice to meet you, Jodie," Bolt said, dipping his head.
She dipped her head in return, mind thinking fast. At some point, she'd have to tell him who she really was, but that could wait for a bit...
this came in a dream once about spirit heart... in his life time i took a real little peak of it. it was about his family. he had 2 pups...a wife... but thier names were unknown. just spirit heart. spirit دل and his wife were having so much fun. but then... some wolves came سے طرف کی from the pack. thier pack...arnt really friendly... spirit دل was a alpha. but... he wasnt that quite powerful. one بھیڑیا was above his rate... and was pure evil... i keep wondering... is it the bad wolf... from the "TWO WOLVES CHEROKEE STORY" is it possible that he exist. impossible. then the rest of the pack came up to his family. then they murdered his pups, then they raped and killed spirit hearts wife. spirit دل was very upset. he tried to kill them... but he was too weak. then... they strangled spirit heart.... then killed him.... and that... was the story of spirit heart. and spirit دل was letting me look through his eyes... like i was him... it was crazy...
Well guys I'm back and I guess I'll add to another story because I've completely forgotten where I was going with HIM(The Humphrey in Me), Goodbye Pack, and the Brotherhood. So what I will do is start from scratch and make a new thing which sort of involves wolves....They're werewolves.....And it's for a manga I am actually deciding to create and might get published. (Have a artist as a friend....long story.) But since my pack here loves me...I thought it would be a good idea....But I want to know what آپ brothers and sisters have to say....I don't mind if آپ don't want me to...It's just easier because with each story I get feedback and I get better and better! So تبصرہ with your thoughts...I really really would appreciate it ^.^
I was on my way to a beach. Yeah I know right? A beach. A half an گھنٹہ from anywhere. There was a house there that my dad کہا we had to live in now. Before this 5 دن drive, his buisness of a camping system burned down. We could not afford the house, so we had to move.
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh food was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and کہا nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh food was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and کہا nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)