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Just a usual day as baby
“Nooo!” Jesse screamed as he was shoved into a fluffy yellow dress. “I’m too young to die!” The hyena flailed his arms up and down in anger. Mossfoot, the little Turkish Angora Harlequin mix, smirked, pulling the clothing over the hyena’s head. Zig-Zag laughed evilly her tail flicking to and fro. Zig-Zag was a light orange maned wolf.
“Ziggy hand me the lipstick I have to finish him off.” Mossfoot called sticking out a paw to take in her tool. Zig-Zag reached over and handed her the lipstick. Mossfoot pulled in her paw smearing the makeup all around Jesse’s muzzle.
“Stop! Stop!” He chanted turning his face when she would come close, “I am gonna tell Ewin you are being mean!” Jesse called slapping his paw at hers. Ewin was his hyena best friend, which as they grew older would become boyfriend and girlfriend.
“And she’s just gonna laugh at you!” Mossfoot smirked devilishly her sharp teeth shining as her lip curled up.
“I do not wanna play dress up,” Jesse said stalking off to be in the corner and pout. He crossed his arms and his mane hung over his face, “that game is for losers.”
Ziggy laughed, “So I guess you are a loser?”
“NO!” Jesse screamed turning around.
“Well at least we don’t cry over silly games,” Ziggy said crossing her arms and smirking. She flicked her short brown hair out of her face.
“I am not crying!” Jesse said stomping his foot. A tear rolled down his face and he flailed his arms some more.
Mossfoot laughed, “I bet Zodiak or Rangi could make you cry!” the cat chanted with a flick of her ear and a swing of her hair. Zodiak was Ziggy’s best friend, same with Rangi and Mossfoot. Rangi and Mossfoot would soon grow close and have kips together. Kips are a mix between kittens and puppies.
“Nu-uh,” Jesse said sniffling. He wiped his neon nose with his sock. He wore socks on his arms and legs.
Mossfoot made a nasty face, “Eww, Jesse do you need to have your diaper changed?” she asked plugging her nose.
“That was not me!” Jesse said plugging his nose and pointing to Zig-Zag.
“What?” Ziggy asked, farting loudly. Her dress blew up a little with the loud stink, “Oops, sorry, I had an accident.”
“EWW!” Mossfoot screamed flailing her arms up and down, “MOM! ZIGGY POOPED HER DIAPER! OH MY, SHE NEEDS TO BE CHANGED,” the cat screamed dashing down the stairs her arms in the air.
“Mossfoot, sweetie, you don’t need to let the neighbors know!” Rainwind, Mossfoot’s mother, called to her daughter.
“Oh my, who died up there? Sheesh!” One of the neighbors called followed by three more angry chants and a knock on the door.
“Just a minute,” Rainwind called to the door, “MOSSFOOT!” She called grabbing her daughter that was flashing away. She spanked her daughter harshly on her bottom.
“WHY, MOMMA?” Mossfoot flailed her arms screaming as she was slapped a few times on her butt. Deathstrike, Mossfoot’s father, was practically on the floor laughing his face off. Ziggy and Jesse ran down stairs, to see what all the commotion was about.
“Oh my gosh, how many babies do you have in there?” The neighbor called from the door, sprinting away with a gag.
Deathstrike stood up staring blankly at Jesse, “Mossfoot, you turned the poor pup gay!”
Jesse flailed his arms, “I’m not gay, I’m American!” Deathstrike flurried his eyebrows, noticing the boy didn’t know what gay meant.
“Ziggy, we need to give you a new diaper before you kill the rest of the hamsters in that cage,” Rainwind said taking Ziggy’s paw and walking to the changing station with a quiet last remark, “skunk.”
“Sure think Mossfoot’s momma,” Ziggy replied.
Jesse kicked Deathstrike in the shin and bit his foot, “I’m not hated I’m sophisticated. You are gay Mr. Ants-in-my. How do you like those apples, racist gnat?”
“Excuse me?” Deathstrike said his laughter stopping and his eyebrows falling down. He lifted the child spanking him harshly.
“NO! YOUR BIG PAWS HURT MY BUTT!” Jesse whined. As Deathstrike put him down he hurried off to cry. He wailed and bawled flailing his arms some more in the corner.
“I am back!” Ziggy barked a toot with every paw step she took.
“ZIGGY, YOU NEED TO BE PUT ON GAS PILLS,” Mossfoot screamed, plugging her nose.
Jesse waddled over wiping his tears and rubbing his butt. “I am gonna kill you all. When I become an adult hyena I will take a shot gun and shoot you all in the noggin. Oh, and by the way, you are all gay because I am an American, and I am not gay.”
“Jesse, being gay means you like another man or that you are happy. So I do like men and I am happy so yes, I am gay,” Mossfoot mewed to prove her point.
“Oh. Well then you are the opposite of gay and I am not gay and your daddy is gay.” Jesse said a smirk on his face.
Ziggy laughed, “So you are not gay, yet you are a boy wearing a dress?”
Rainwind walked over a terrifying look on her face, “You should not use that word no matter what that word means! Now off to bed all of you or I will feed you to the piranhas and feed your bones to the monster under your bed.”
“MOM, HOW COULD YOU?” Mossfoot screamed flailing her arms and flying up the stairs to her bedroom. She was followed by the screaming Jesse and the farting Zig-Zag. They all waddled inside their little tails between their legs.
“Let us put on out pajamas!” Mossfoot mewled diving into her drawer.
“Let us not and say we did,” Jesse yipped rolling his eyes.
“I call them pajeem-jeems.” Ziggy said, shrugging her shoulders and looking with Mossfoot.
“These ones are for me,” Mossfoot began by pulling out green footie pajamas with little puppies on them.
“These ones are mine, because they look like my grandpa, and I totally called that one,” Ziggy said pulling out blue footie pajamas with little white sheep on them.
“Dah-dah-dah-dum!” Jesse called his arm up in a super hero stance as he tumbled around the room. He had completely striped down into his superman undies. “Do not fear! Jesse is here! JESSE TO THE RESCUE!” He chanted.
“No, sorry Jesse, these ones are for you,” Mossfoot smirked pulling out pink pajamas with little black and white stars and circles.
“What,” Jesse’s face went blank, “No I will wear my undies,” his eyes widened as Mossfoot jumped at him.
“I guess we will have to just show you how it’s done!”
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Prologue! :D
"How could you!? You told me that I-" The aggressive canine was cut off when the wolf snatched her up pushing her into his grasp. 'Oh great wolf spirit, why did you lie to me? You told me I would be ok. But I'm not. Mother hates me and Father is dead. Does that sound ok to you?' Gwyneth thought to herself her head dropping and her tail between her legs. She remembered her father's wise words. ' 'When fear seizes change what you are doing. You are doing something wrong.' But what did I do wrong?' Gwyneth limped on through the sand her head hung low.
Chapter 1
The old ways
Grass blew in the winter winds as autumn was soon to come. Flowers no longer bloomed in the sunlight but withered in the cold. Wolves were migrating and hunting season was over. Though not just hunters lived in the harsh cold of the tundra. In the deep times of the Eskimo people they were no hunting seasons. But the Eskimos were changing.... the Eskimo children were shipped away to go to school. The people had guns now. The ways of giving the spirits to the spirit world and celebrating a kill for what it was were over. Now they wolf packs, the seals, the caribou, and a culture was being taken down by white men. Racist white men. Now that nothing could peacefully search the world it was over. The white men will take down every species of animal and experiment on every species of animal so many times everything will go extinct and the world will be taken down by man made monsters. What has our universe come to?
Chapter 2
The whelping den
Deep in the horizon near a pond was a wolf pack. They had their own grass field to wonder and play in. There were six pups and four adults. Zachary, the alpha's serious partner as Eskimos called them, Amaroq, the one and only alpha, Sky the mother of the pups, Naka, the omega, and the pups, Miyax, Gwyneth, Jello, Sister, Daniel, and Kapugen. The pups were old enough to walk and speak and still ate regurgitated meat. The puppies had slept in their den now for weeks. Their den that they cherished, their whelping den. The den was dug out from a tree hollow, a large one at that, to be used for when Sky would have her puppies. The puppies were born there and would stay there until the family moved for the winter. The pups would also need to be old enough to catch small prey and eat real, true meat. They had been eating meat from the wolves belly-baskets. Inside the belly-basket was all that meat. They would stick their muzzles into the side of the wolf's mouth causing them to regurgitate food. They would also touch the other wolf's chin to show love and friendship. They had their stances, postures, and positions all saying what meant what.
Chapter 3
The agency
"Why do you want my children? And what might you trade for them?" The mother wolf whispered with a scared smirk. She was sly and sinister, she was more selfish than most wolves, trading away her pups for something like a caribou. The pack was being watched closely yet only Sky knew. She wouldn't tell the others or she would be brutally murdered. The agency was three very high ranked wolves of a different pack. One had brought their son, Giro along. The wolves were huge, and they were all brown and grey. They needed the puppies and were willing to make a trade. They had a trading system such as humans in the old days did. This pack was known to go out and trade, or sometimes even swap, anything from meat to children. A lot of times the wolves brought along their children to teach them their ancestors ways. These wolves always won and some were left penniless. The agency would sometimes lie to take everything or trick the mind into thinking the deal was good. Anyone who refused was murdered.
"We told you. We want them to take them back to our camp and treat them like real wolves." Giro's father, Clyde, told the mother. But his words were a lie. He only wanted to take the pups to have them become slaves, omegas, to be beaten and treated horribly until death. Some were starved and some even went insane, no wolves had ever gotten out alive when dealing with this sinister pack.
"They are my children! But uhm... what's in it for me?" Sky asked her eyes narrowing.
"Huh. That's what I'm talking about. Here's the deal," Clyde began, his tail flickering back and forth, Giro watching his father closely as he spoke, "I can take your pups, all six of them or just one of them-"
"How about just one? I have a puppy I do not exactly want...." Sky said turning away in dismay.
"Do not interrupt me!" Clyde snapped nipping at her nose. This signal meant he was boss. Sky cowered her head down and her tail between her legs.
"Yes, sir." Sky replied calmly her legs shaking.
"You give me one pup, and here. I will trade you mine. One pound of fresh," Clyde smirked his tail flicking once as he pushed Giro closer to Sky. Giro's expression looked as if he almost were to have a heart attack. But he knew better than to protest so he just shook his body in fear. 'Why is my father so cruel?' He thought to himself.
Sky's eyes went wide. 'Would he really do that?' "No, keep your pup."
"What do you want then, madam?" Clyde asked with a smirk.
"Protection. Protect us from hunters. And meat. Any kind of large game." Sky demanded stomping her paw.
"That's a little pricey for one pup, give me them all." Clyde said a serious look on his broad muzzle.
Sky hesitated for a moment. "Four. I will give you four and keep two."
"Deal."
Chapter 4
The trade
Sky had been told to go down into her camp and bring the pups back to them without anyone knowing. So Sky pretended she was taking the pups to go search for lemmings. As if it was their first hunt, their first try to taste meat. And even if it was... it would have been their last. She reached the three wolves and their cub. The six puppies looked astonished. "Good, good." Clyde smirked.
"Just take the four." Sky said pushing all the pups but Daniel and Kapugen towards the wolves.
"Mother what are you doing?" Asked Jello cocking his head in fear.
"Don't hurt them!" Sky called. Clyde smirked pulling out human materials. He slid the collars over the pups necks. The pups were all connected by a rope on their collars, that Clyde would use to pull them. All of the sudden one of the large brown/grey wolves slid under Sky pushing Kapugen and Daniel towards Clyde. Clyde slipped them into the collars quickly and smirked. "What are you doing!?" Sky screamed before noticing what was going on. Her scream attracted Naka, Zachary, and Amaroq.
Amaroq bared his teeth, "Who do you think you are?"
Clyde smirked pulling the puppies. "Ouch! Hey! Stop!" They all chanted something different. "Mother what did you do!?"
"Get them." Clyde gave the command. And soon wolves popped out of trees and jumped out to attack the four wolves. Sky's trade gave them protection, no one wants dead wolves, and they did give her large meat. 'She should have been more specific.' Clyde thought with a smirk. "Giro. Get over here mutt." He called to his son who scurried over. He slipped a collar on his son. "Useless mongrel." Clyde grabbed the rope jerking all the little bodies that were looking back crying for their murdered pack. He walked on, taking the other two whom came with him leaving the pack to be eaten by the starved attacking wolves.
Chapter 5
The journey
'How could you!? You told me that I-' Gwyneth's thoughts were cut off when the wolf tugged on the rope.. 'Oh Great Wolf Spirit, why did you lie to me? You told me I would be ok. But I'm not. Mother hates me and Father is dead. Does that sound ok to you?' Gwyneth thought to herself her head dropping and her tail between her legs. She remembered her father's wise words. ' 'When fear seizes change what you are doing. You are doing something wrong.' But what did I do wrong?' Gwyneth limped on through the sand her head hung low. The pup's paws ached and her paw pads were bleeding. They had traveled away from their camp on the tundra and away from the grass and snow to a place miles away where there was almost no water and the sand was like soft snow. The temperatures were so hot the pups felt like the could have melted. They had only took small sips of water twice on the trip, and haven't eaten the entire day. 'Where are we going?' Gwyneth thought. Also she thought about her mother. She thought her mother loved her but now she just truly despised her mother. Why would her mother give them away? One of Clyde's clan mates was pulling the leash now, and tugging at the collars. Gwyneth was in front of Giro who was in the back and behind Jello. Giro looked more confused and disappointed than all of the other puppies here. "What's your problem? You don't have a reason to be sad. You know where we are going you murderer."
Giro looked up. "Me? A murderer? Psch, yeah right. In case you hadn't noticed I am not supposed to be on these reins like you. My father hates me and-"
"Oh your father hates you tough luck both my parents were just eaten by starved wolves," Gwyneth said rolling her eyes.
"Not alright. I am going to be sacrificed or starved like you guys. Make me do all the dirty work until I fall over and they 'finish me off'," Giro said rolling his eyes.
"What. Sacrificed? Starved? Slaves? Is that what they are doing with us? Impossible!" Gwyneth snapped in disbelief. She refused to listen to him and what he had to say. She ignored what he said after that her paws aching. She wanted to scream and complain but yet even she knew better. She had no strength left in her.
After almost another full day of walking she say this... camp. It had walls made of pointed logs, and there were small smoke line coming from spots. There was a large gate that was shut tight. The place was like an enslavement group for wolves. As if no wolves could be free. She heard howls of pain as they got closer... what exactly was inside these walls?
Chapter 6
The camp
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Deep in the darkest mountains of Scotland, there were lands that dragons no longer roamed. The dragons had all been morphed into the soil, only their heads came up from the ground. In these heads lived families. But deeper into the mountains lived more than just families. These dragons were never proven to be stable under the ground, meaning they could arise at any moment in time. The ones who lived there were not families but scientists. In different research areas different subjects were studied. But others had not seen what they were capable of.
One scientist in particular was having problems of her own. She tested animals; morphed animals, into different species or monsters that would scare others away. Jennifer was the name of the woman. She was very proud of her work, because she was often looked down upon for being a woman, though she would not let those thoughts bother her.
Jennifer kept many animals in her head, although she could not understand them. Like most humans, they can’t talk to animals. She was working on a project that would make the animal speak in their language. Little did she know, the animals had other plans. The plot was originating from a dog named Rekall. He was at one point a fox terrier, but he had been experimented on by the woman. He has various additions to his body, such as an alligator tail, and a robotic leg. He also has been sliced in half and reconnected with wires and a few other technical pieces. Half of his face is now robotic, along with a robotic collar.
Rekall was discussing his plans to two other animals in the pins. There was an ocelot named Dante, and a dog named Timothy. Dante had yet to be tested, but Timothy had a hole in his side. The scientist had cut a hole inside of him and his stomach muscle had formed with his side muscle, so there was a hole there. She experimented on him quite often, because she was learning about how the stomach of a dog devours the food. Rekall was done being a guinea pig and he was ready to be a dog. “We live in some sort of dragon, I believe we are living in the dragon’s head,” Rekall exclaimed to the other animals.
“So we break out of our cages and run for it, it’s that simple!” Timothy called, his childish voice echoing through the three cages.
Rekall snapped at Timothy, “And let the white coats catch us again? I’m not ready to die.” Scientists were what the animals referred to as white coats.
Dante shivered at the thought of dying, “Well we are too small to save an entire room of animals, and kill the white coat,” he mentioned briefly.
Rekall smirked, contempt spreading across his face, “Exactly. That’s what we are going to use the dragon for,” He chuckled.
Timothy cocked his head, “How are we going to get the dragon to kill only the white coat and save all the animals? And tell me, how do you suppose we are going to tell the dragon to only kill her and to-“ Timothy was cut off by Rekall.
“Just shush up! You will know when we arrive at that point in time, for now, just stay calm,” Rekall growled, with a sharp flick of his thick tail.
“How are we going to stay calm after you exploited your feelings onto us and left us hanging by a thread?” Dante hissed, now becoming angry with Rekall’s lack of information.
“Because I haven’t got that far in the plan yet. Just give me until tomorrow morning and-“ Rekall was then cut off by Dante.
“Tomorrow morning? By then I could be dragon food. You have to find out a plan by tonight and we need to construct the observations while the white coats are asleep, so that she doesn’t know what we are up to,” Dante announced, dropping his rump on the hard floor of his cage.
“You think this is all about you?” Rekall snapped at Dante, before Timothy broke up the fight.
“Guys, guys, stop this madness! If we are going to save a soul we better get along. I think we need to generate the ideas for the plan tonight as well, along with setting them forth before sunset,” Timothy howled, baring his white teeth at the other two.
Later that night, Rekall had thought up a brilliant plan. Rekall would break out of his cage and talk to the dragon. Although the dragon couldn’t move his lips, Rekall had the ability to speak through telekinesis. He would negotiate his plans with the dragon. Rekall was going to risk his life in the process, but he knew what had to be done.
“Dante and Timothy, make sure you get all of the animals out of the dragon as fast as you can. Make this your best effort, and do not give up on me,” confirmed Rekall.
“What about you?” Dante passed the question by, the only one Rekall didn’t want to answer.
“I’m going to go down with her,” Rekall knew he had to explain no further.
Timothy couldn’t hold in his emotions, “What? You can’t kill yourself Rekall! We need you!”
“You need me now more than ever, and I am willing to die to for my friends. Like you said, we can’t save every soul, right?” Rekall uttered, a tear sliding down his cheek. Though tears streamed from his eyes, his true sense of mind showed no emotions. He was simply going to die and if he knew the pain would end, this is what he wanted.
In one hour, the plan was put in motion. Dante and Timothy were ready to evacuate and open every last cage in the room. Rekall had opened their three cages and had already spoken his plan to the dragon. As the crashes and bangs took place Jennifer was awoken. She was baffled by the animals actions but was ready to attack. She grabbed a needle, ready for a fight. As she moved forward, all the animals had already been evacuated. They all turned at the sudden yip of a dog. Rekall had jumped on Jennifer, and she had stuck him with the needle. The last scene visible to the other animals was the needle stabbing into Rekall’s side before the mouth of the dragon shut tight.
The last bit of joy from the group of freed animals turned to sudden anguish as both of them had went down in the belly of the beast. Dante and Timothy fell down, no strength left in them. They had just watched their friend, their hero, being murdered and then eaten right in front of their eyes. They could not take in what had just happened. All the animals had become distressed and rain began to poor down. For what seemed like hours the animals all huddled together and just broke down.
But suddenly the mouth began to open. Dante and Timothy looked up, a small shimmer in their eyes. The dragon dropped Rekall onto the soil. Rekall had hit the dragon’s ganglia and broke the grasp between him and Jennifer. He had fallen back onto the dragon’s tongue, which soon after was when the dragon dropped Rekall out.
Dante and Timothy were unsure what to think until they saw Rekall. Completely motionless, the bedraggled body lay still, not a breath left into him. Tears streaked down their faces, and Timothy lifted up his head to howl. All the animals screeched, howled, meowed, and called. They all lifted their heads high, calling to the heavens to bring their hero from the dead and let him live. As if their calls were heard, a small seem of light squeezed through the clouds and shined right onto Rekall. “Y-you guys?” He murmured, his eyes slightly opening.
Timothy’s howl was broke and he smiled, breaking down into tears once more, “Rekall!” He cheered, his tail beating for the first time in a long while. Dante and Timothy went in for a hug and held Rekall tight. The other animals cheered and howled, the rain beginning to clear up. Rekall was surprised he was alive, for only seconds ago he was not. Something had stopped his journey to the heavens and now he knew. He knew that friendship had saved him, and that he had two pals that would be with him for the rest of eternity, no matter how long that lasted.
Just a usual day as baby
“Nooo!” Jesse screamed as he was shoved into a fluffy yellow dress. “I’m too young to die!” The hyena flailed his arms up and down in anger. Mossfoot, the little Turkish Angora Harlequin mix, smirked, pulling the clothing over the hyena’s head. Zig-Zag laughed evilly her tail flicking to and fro. Zig-Zag was a light orange maned wolf.
“Ziggy hand me the lipstick I have to finish him off.” Mossfoot called sticking out a paw to take in her tool. Zig-Zag reached over and handed her the lipstick. Mossfoot pulled in her paw smearing the makeup all around Jesse’s muzzle.
“Stop! Stop!” He chanted turning his face when she would come close, “I am gonna tell Ewin you are being mean!” Jesse called slapping his paw at hers. Ewin was his hyena best friend, which as they grew older would become boyfriend and girlfriend.
“And she’s just gonna laugh at you!” Mossfoot smirked devilishly her sharp teeth shining as her lip curled up.
“I do not wanna play dress up,” Jesse said stalking off to be in the corner and pout. He crossed his arms and his mane hung over his face, “that game is for losers.”
Ziggy laughed, “So I guess you are a loser?”
“NO!” Jesse screamed turning around.
“Well at least we don’t cry over silly games,” Ziggy said crossing her arms and smirking. She flicked her short brown hair out of her face.
“I am not crying!” Jesse said stomping his foot. A tear rolled down his face and he flailed his arms some more.
Mossfoot laughed, “I bet Zodiak or Rangi could make you cry!” the cat chanted with a flick of her ear and a swing of her hair. Zodiak was Ziggy’s best friend, same with Rangi and Mossfoot. Rangi and Mossfoot would soon grow close and have kips together. Kips are a mix between kittens and puppies.
“Nu-uh,” Jesse said sniffling. He wiped his neon nose with his sock. He wore socks on his arms and legs.
Mossfoot made a nasty face, “Eww, Jesse do you need to have your diaper changed?” she asked plugging her nose.
“That was not me!” Jesse said plugging his nose and pointing to Zig-Zag.
“What?” Ziggy asked, farting loudly. Her dress blew up a little with the loud stink, “Oops, sorry, I had an accident.”
“EWW!” Mossfoot screamed flailing her arms up and down, “MOM! ZIGGY POOPED HER DIAPER! OH MY, SHE NEEDS TO BE CHANGED,” the cat screamed dashing down the stairs her arms in the air.
“Mossfoot, sweetie, you don’t need to let the neighbors know!” Rainwind, Mossfoot’s mother, called to her daughter.
“Oh my, who died up there? Sheesh!” One of the neighbors called followed by three more angry chants and a knock on the door.
“Just a minute,” Rainwind called to the door, “MOSSFOOT!” She called grabbing her daughter that was flashing away. She spanked her daughter harshly on her bottom.
“WHY, MOMMA?” Mossfoot flailed her arms screaming as she was slapped a few times on her butt. Deathstrike, Mossfoot’s father, was practically on the floor laughing his face off. Ziggy and Jesse ran down stairs, to see what all the commotion was about.
“Oh my gosh, how many babies do you have in there?” The neighbor called from the door, sprinting away with a gag.
Deathstrike stood up staring blankly at Jesse, “Mossfoot, you turned the poor pup gay!”
Jesse flailed his arms, “I’m not gay, I’m American!” Deathstrike flurried his eyebrows, noticing the boy didn’t know what gay meant.
“Ziggy, we need to give you a new diaper before you kill the rest of the hamsters in that cage,” Rainwind said taking Ziggy’s paw and walking to the changing station with a quiet last remark, “skunk.”
“Sure think Mossfoot’s momma,” Ziggy replied.
Jesse kicked Deathstrike in the shin and bit his foot, “I’m not hated I’m sophisticated. You are gay Mr. Ants-in-my. How do you like those apples, racist gnat?”
“Excuse me?” Deathstrike said his laughter stopping and his eyebrows falling down. He lifted the child spanking him harshly.
“NO! YOUR BIG PAWS HURT MY BUTT!” Jesse whined. As Deathstrike put him down he hurried off to cry. He wailed and bawled flailing his arms some more in the corner.
“I am back!” Ziggy barked a toot with every paw step she took.
“ZIGGY, YOU NEED TO BE PUT ON GAS PILLS,” Mossfoot screamed, plugging her nose.
Jesse waddled over wiping his tears and rubbing his butt. “I am gonna kill you all. When I become an adult hyena I will take a shot gun and shoot you all in the noggin. Oh, and by the way, you are all gay because I am an American, and I am not gay.”
“Jesse, being gay means you like another man or that you are happy. So I do like men and I am happy so yes, I am gay,” Mossfoot mewed to prove her point.
“Oh. Well then you are the opposite of gay and I am not gay and your daddy is gay.” Jesse said a smirk on his face.
Ziggy laughed, “So you are not gay, yet you are a boy wearing a dress?”
Rainwind walked over a terrifying look on her face, “You should not use that word no matter what that word means! Now off to bed all of you or I will feed you to the piranhas and feed your bones to the monster under your bed.”
“MOM, HOW COULD YOU?” Mossfoot screamed flailing her arms and flying up the stairs to her bedroom. She was followed by the screaming Jesse and the farting Zig-Zag. They all waddled inside their little tails between their legs.
“Let us put on out pajamas!” Mossfoot mewled diving into her drawer.
“Let us not and say we did,” Jesse yipped rolling his eyes.
“I call them pajeem-jeems.” Ziggy said, shrugging her shoulders and looking with Mossfoot.
“These ones are for me,” Mossfoot began by pulling out green footie pajamas with little puppies on them.
“These ones are mine, because they look like my grandpa, and I totally called that one,” Ziggy said pulling out blue footie pajamas with little white sheep on them.
“Dah-dah-dah-dum!” Jesse called his arm up in a super hero stance as he tumbled around the room. He had completely striped down into his superman undies. “Do not fear! Jesse is here! JESSE TO THE RESCUE!” He chanted.
“No, sorry Jesse, these ones are for you,” Mossfoot smirked pulling out pink pajamas with little black and white stars and circles.
“What,” Jesse’s face went blank, “No I will wear my undies,” his eyes widened as Mossfoot jumped at him.
“I guess we will have to just show you how it’s done!”
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Prologue! :D
"How could you!? You told me that I-" The aggressive canine was cut off when the wolf snatched her up pushing her into his grasp. 'Oh great wolf spirit, why did you lie to me? You told me I would be ok. But I'm not. Mother hates me and Father is dead. Does that sound ok to you?' Gwyneth thought to herself her head dropping and her tail between her legs. She remembered her father's wise words. ' 'When fear seizes change what you are doing. You are doing something wrong.' But what did I do wrong?' Gwyneth limped on through the sand her head hung low.
Chapter 1
The old ways
Grass blew in the winter winds as autumn was soon to come. Flowers no longer bloomed in the sunlight but withered in the cold. Wolves were migrating and hunting season was over. Though not just hunters lived in the harsh cold of the tundra. In the deep times of the Eskimo people they were no hunting seasons. But the Eskimos were changing.... the Eskimo children were shipped away to go to school. The people had guns now. The ways of giving the spirits to the spirit world and celebrating a kill for what it was were over. Now they wolf packs, the seals, the caribou, and a culture was being taken down by white men. Racist white men. Now that nothing could peacefully search the world it was over. The white men will take down every species of animal and experiment on every species of animal so many times everything will go extinct and the world will be taken down by man made monsters. What has our universe come to?
Chapter 2
The whelping den
Deep in the horizon near a pond was a wolf pack. They had their own grass field to wonder and play in. There were six pups and four adults. Zachary, the alpha's serious partner as Eskimos called them, Amaroq, the one and only alpha, Sky the mother of the pups, Naka, the omega, and the pups, Miyax, Gwyneth, Jello, Sister, Daniel, and Kapugen. The pups were old enough to walk and speak and still ate regurgitated meat. The puppies had slept in their den now for weeks. Their den that they cherished, their whelping den. The den was dug out from a tree hollow, a large one at that, to be used for when Sky would have her puppies. The puppies were born there and would stay there until the family moved for the winter. The pups would also need to be old enough to catch small prey and eat real, true meat. They had been eating meat from the wolves belly-baskets. Inside the belly-basket was all that meat. They would stick their muzzles into the side of the wolf's mouth causing them to regurgitate food. They would also touch the other wolf's chin to show love and friendship. They had their stances, postures, and positions all saying what meant what.
Chapter 3
The agency
"Why do you want my children? And what might you trade for them?" The mother wolf whispered with a scared smirk. She was sly and sinister, she was more selfish than most wolves, trading away her pups for something like a caribou. The pack was being watched closely yet only Sky knew. She wouldn't tell the others or she would be brutally murdered. The agency was three very high ranked wolves of a different pack. One had brought their son, Giro along. The wolves were huge, and they were all brown and grey. They needed the puppies and were willing to make a trade. They had a trading system such as humans in the old days did. This pack was known to go out and trade, or sometimes even swap, anything from meat to children. A lot of times the wolves brought along their children to teach them their ancestors ways. These wolves always won and some were left penniless. The agency would sometimes lie to take everything or trick the mind into thinking the deal was good. Anyone who refused was murdered.
"We told you. We want them to take them back to our camp and treat them like real wolves." Giro's father, Clyde, told the mother. But his words were a lie. He only wanted to take the pups to have them become slaves, omegas, to be beaten and treated horribly until death. Some were starved and some even went insane, no wolves had ever gotten out alive when dealing with this sinister pack.
"They are my children! But uhm... what's in it for me?" Sky asked her eyes narrowing.
"Huh. That's what I'm talking about. Here's the deal," Clyde began, his tail flickering back and forth, Giro watching his father closely as he spoke, "I can take your pups, all six of them or just one of them-"
"How about just one? I have a puppy I do not exactly want...." Sky said turning away in dismay.
"Do not interrupt me!" Clyde snapped nipping at her nose. This signal meant he was boss. Sky cowered her head down and her tail between her legs.
"Yes, sir." Sky replied calmly her legs shaking.
"You give me one pup, and here. I will trade you mine. One pound of fresh," Clyde smirked his tail flicking once as he pushed Giro closer to Sky. Giro's expression looked as if he almost were to have a heart attack. But he knew better than to protest so he just shook his body in fear. 'Why is my father so cruel?' He thought to himself.
Sky's eyes went wide. 'Would he really do that?' "No, keep your pup."
"What do you want then, madam?" Clyde asked with a smirk.
"Protection. Protect us from hunters. And meat. Any kind of large game." Sky demanded stomping her paw.
"That's a little pricey for one pup, give me them all." Clyde said a serious look on his broad muzzle.
Sky hesitated for a moment. "Four. I will give you four and keep two."
"Deal."
Chapter 4
The trade
Sky had been told to go down into her camp and bring the pups back to them without anyone knowing. So Sky pretended she was taking the pups to go search for lemmings. As if it was their first hunt, their first try to taste meat. And even if it was... it would have been their last. She reached the three wolves and their cub. The six puppies looked astonished. "Good, good." Clyde smirked.
"Just take the four." Sky said pushing all the pups but Daniel and Kapugen towards the wolves.
"Mother what are you doing?" Asked Jello cocking his head in fear.
"Don't hurt them!" Sky called. Clyde smirked pulling out human materials. He slid the collars over the pups necks. The pups were all connected by a rope on their collars, that Clyde would use to pull them. All of the sudden one of the large brown/grey wolves slid under Sky pushing Kapugen and Daniel towards Clyde. Clyde slipped them into the collars quickly and smirked. "What are you doing!?" Sky screamed before noticing what was going on. Her scream attracted Naka, Zachary, and Amaroq.
Amaroq bared his teeth, "Who do you think you are?"
Clyde smirked pulling the puppies. "Ouch! Hey! Stop!" They all chanted something different. "Mother what did you do!?"
"Get them." Clyde gave the command. And soon wolves popped out of trees and jumped out to attack the four wolves. Sky's trade gave them protection, no one wants dead wolves, and they did give her large meat. 'She should have been more specific.' Clyde thought with a smirk. "Giro. Get over here mutt." He called to his son who scurried over. He slipped a collar on his son. "Useless mongrel." Clyde grabbed the rope jerking all the little bodies that were looking back crying for their murdered pack. He walked on, taking the other two whom came with him leaving the pack to be eaten by the starved attacking wolves.
Chapter 5
The journey
'How could you!? You told me that I-' Gwyneth's thoughts were cut off when the wolf tugged on the rope.. 'Oh Great Wolf Spirit, why did you lie to me? You told me I would be ok. But I'm not. Mother hates me and Father is dead. Does that sound ok to you?' Gwyneth thought to herself her head dropping and her tail between her legs. She remembered her father's wise words. ' 'When fear seizes change what you are doing. You are doing something wrong.' But what did I do wrong?' Gwyneth limped on through the sand her head hung low. The pup's paws ached and her paw pads were bleeding. They had traveled away from their camp on the tundra and away from the grass and snow to a place miles away where there was almost no water and the sand was like soft snow. The temperatures were so hot the pups felt like the could have melted. They had only took small sips of water twice on the trip, and haven't eaten the entire day. 'Where are we going?' Gwyneth thought. Also she thought about her mother. She thought her mother loved her but now she just truly despised her mother. Why would her mother give them away? One of Clyde's clan mates was pulling the leash now, and tugging at the collars. Gwyneth was in front of Giro who was in the back and behind Jello. Giro looked more confused and disappointed than all of the other puppies here. "What's your problem? You don't have a reason to be sad. You know where we are going you murderer."
Giro looked up. "Me? A murderer? Psch, yeah right. In case you hadn't noticed I am not supposed to be on these reins like you. My father hates me and-"
"Oh your father hates you tough luck both my parents were just eaten by starved wolves," Gwyneth said rolling her eyes.
"Not alright. I am going to be sacrificed or starved like you guys. Make me do all the dirty work until I fall over and they 'finish me off'," Giro said rolling his eyes.
"What. Sacrificed? Starved? Slaves? Is that what they are doing with us? Impossible!" Gwyneth snapped in disbelief. She refused to listen to him and what he had to say. She ignored what he said after that her paws aching. She wanted to scream and complain but yet even she knew better. She had no strength left in her.
After almost another full day of walking she say this... camp. It had walls made of pointed logs, and there were small smoke line coming from spots. There was a large gate that was shut tight. The place was like an enslavement group for wolves. As if no wolves could be free. She heard howls of pain as they got closer... what exactly was inside these walls?
Chapter 6
The camp
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Deep in the darkest mountains of Scotland, there were lands that dragons no longer roamed. The dragons had all been morphed into the soil, only their heads came up from the ground. In these heads lived families. But deeper into the mountains lived more than just families. These dragons were never proven to be stable under the ground, meaning they could arise at any moment in time. The ones who lived there were not families but scientists. In different research areas different subjects were studied. But others had not seen what they were capable of.
One scientist in particular was having problems of her own. She tested animals; morphed animals, into different species or monsters that would scare others away. Jennifer was the name of the woman. She was very proud of her work, because she was often looked down upon for being a woman, though she would not let those thoughts bother her.
Jennifer kept many animals in her head, although she could not understand them. Like most humans, they can’t talk to animals. She was working on a project that would make the animal speak in their language. Little did she know, the animals had other plans. The plot was originating from a dog named Rekall. He was at one point a fox terrier, but he had been experimented on by the woman. He has various additions to his body, such as an alligator tail, and a robotic leg. He also has been sliced in half and reconnected with wires and a few other technical pieces. Half of his face is now robotic, along with a robotic collar.
Rekall was discussing his plans to two other animals in the pins. There was an ocelot named Dante, and a dog named Timothy. Dante had yet to be tested, but Timothy had a hole in his side. The scientist had cut a hole inside of him and his stomach muscle had formed with his side muscle, so there was a hole there. She experimented on him quite often, because she was learning about how the stomach of a dog devours the food. Rekall was done being a guinea pig and he was ready to be a dog. “We live in some sort of dragon, I believe we are living in the dragon’s head,” Rekall exclaimed to the other animals.
“So we break out of our cages and run for it, it’s that simple!” Timothy called, his childish voice echoing through the three cages.
Rekall snapped at Timothy, “And let the white coats catch us again? I’m not ready to die.” Scientists were what the animals referred to as white coats.
Dante shivered at the thought of dying, “Well we are too small to save an entire room of animals, and kill the white coat,” he mentioned briefly.
Rekall smirked, contempt spreading across his face, “Exactly. That’s what we are going to use the dragon for,” He chuckled.
Timothy cocked his head, “How are we going to get the dragon to kill only the white coat and save all the animals? And tell me, how do you suppose we are going to tell the dragon to only kill her and to-“ Timothy was cut off by Rekall.
“Just shush up! You will know when we arrive at that point in time, for now, just stay calm,” Rekall growled, with a sharp flick of his thick tail.
“How are we going to stay calm after you exploited your feelings onto us and left us hanging by a thread?” Dante hissed, now becoming angry with Rekall’s lack of information.
“Because I haven’t got that far in the plan yet. Just give me until tomorrow morning and-“ Rekall was then cut off by Dante.
“Tomorrow morning? By then I could be dragon food. You have to find out a plan by tonight and we need to construct the observations while the white coats are asleep, so that she doesn’t know what we are up to,” Dante announced, dropping his rump on the hard floor of his cage.
“You think this is all about you?” Rekall snapped at Dante, before Timothy broke up the fight.
“Guys, guys, stop this madness! If we are going to save a soul we better get along. I think we need to generate the ideas for the plan tonight as well, along with setting them forth before sunset,” Timothy howled, baring his white teeth at the other two.
Later that night, Rekall had thought up a brilliant plan. Rekall would break out of his cage and talk to the dragon. Although the dragon couldn’t move his lips, Rekall had the ability to speak through telekinesis. He would negotiate his plans with the dragon. Rekall was going to risk his life in the process, but he knew what had to be done.
“Dante and Timothy, make sure you get all of the animals out of the dragon as fast as you can. Make this your best effort, and do not give up on me,” confirmed Rekall.
“What about you?” Dante passed the question by, the only one Rekall didn’t want to answer.
“I’m going to go down with her,” Rekall knew he had to explain no further.
Timothy couldn’t hold in his emotions, “What? You can’t kill yourself Rekall! We need you!”
“You need me now more than ever, and I am willing to die to for my friends. Like you said, we can’t save every soul, right?” Rekall uttered, a tear sliding down his cheek. Though tears streamed from his eyes, his true sense of mind showed no emotions. He was simply going to die and if he knew the pain would end, this is what he wanted.
In one hour, the plan was put in motion. Dante and Timothy were ready to evacuate and open every last cage in the room. Rekall had opened their three cages and had already spoken his plan to the dragon. As the crashes and bangs took place Jennifer was awoken. She was baffled by the animals actions but was ready to attack. She grabbed a needle, ready for a fight. As she moved forward, all the animals had already been evacuated. They all turned at the sudden yip of a dog. Rekall had jumped on Jennifer, and she had stuck him with the needle. The last scene visible to the other animals was the needle stabbing into Rekall’s side before the mouth of the dragon shut tight.
The last bit of joy from the group of freed animals turned to sudden anguish as both of them had went down in the belly of the beast. Dante and Timothy fell down, no strength left in them. They had just watched their friend, their hero, being murdered and then eaten right in front of their eyes. They could not take in what had just happened. All the animals had become distressed and rain began to poor down. For what seemed like hours the animals all huddled together and just broke down.
But suddenly the mouth began to open. Dante and Timothy looked up, a small shimmer in their eyes. The dragon dropped Rekall onto the soil. Rekall had hit the dragon’s ganglia and broke the grasp between him and Jennifer. He had fallen back onto the dragon’s tongue, which soon after was when the dragon dropped Rekall out.
Dante and Timothy were unsure what to think until they saw Rekall. Completely motionless, the bedraggled body lay still, not a breath left into him. Tears streaked down their faces, and Timothy lifted up his head to howl. All the animals screeched, howled, meowed, and called. They all lifted their heads high, calling to the heavens to bring their hero from the dead and let him live. As if their calls were heard, a small seem of light squeezed through the clouds and shined right onto Rekall. “Y-you guys?” He murmured, his eyes slightly opening.
Timothy’s howl was broke and he smiled, breaking down into tears once more, “Rekall!” He cheered, his tail beating for the first time in a long while. Dante and Timothy went in for a hug and held Rekall tight. The other animals cheered and howled, the rain beginning to clear up. Rekall was surprised he was alive, for only seconds ago he was not. Something had stopped his journey to the heavens and now he knew. He knew that friendship had saved him, and that he had two pals that would be with him for the rest of eternity, no matter how long that lasted.