Post by Pruz on Jan 17, 2018 17:09:01 GMT -4
A spark flew from above an anthropomorphic wolf's head. His eyes quickly opened, afraid to have been drowning from a dream he recently had. His gray tail twitches from time to time if he ever thinks of it. Especially since his father passed in the military. His mother was okay though; usually, she secluded herself in the den of their old hut reading the news. The wolf never had paid much attention to the news though. He usually finds his own news.
He's a guy-err... anthropomorphic animal who wakes real early in the mornings to roam towards the city to steal meats and early pickings from bakeries and butcheries. His nose could sniff out a steak from a mile away.
And currently, his stomach grumbled.
But now, he takes small morsels from whatever this plane wreck could currently give him. Trying to smell for morsels in the storage, his nose couldn't catch anything appetizing. Only a granola bar and a cookie in which he nibbled on, 'Well maybe I could save this for later, just in case I am on the hunt for civilization longer than planned.' He thought.
He was on the flight back to Newserville, but of course they hadn't made it. Everyone on board landed in a field, but the wolf guessed he was out for too long. Why had no one awaken him? Everyone seemed to have dispersed as a seldom amount of bodies were to be found. His buddy Tyler, back from the war, wasn't one of the bodies that were still there. He was a leopard that he met back in grade school. He called out for his name just in case, but the voice that he heard back was not Tyler's. Coughing in the front of the plane, was a pilot. He was a dalmatian. He was coughing and he held up his hand, as if he needed help.
Being the kind-hearted wolf he was, he reached out his hand to help the dalmatian out of some of the rubble that prevented him from getting out.
The dalmatian coughed some more. The smoke and saliva in his throat rendered him hard to breathe and make out words. A large pile of smoke flurried out of the front of the plane like it was about to be set ablaze. The wolf hurried the task.
The wolf quickly carried the dalmatian away, not asking if he could handle it himself. The dalmatian didn't seem to mind though. Maybe he did need help? The wolf pounced down behind a wall of rock that was a ways away from the plane. The wolf thought the rocky cliff could hold steady and protect them both if the plane did catch fire and/or burst into an explosion.
He didn't say anything until he was sure that the plane wasn't going to blow. It was good enough for them that it didn't. Although smoke still escaped the top of the plane, which was slightly tipped over, exposed to the air, which if there was a fire, the air kept it burning.
The wolf pounded his fist against the dalmatian's back a few times just in case he wasn't choking or anything of the sort. Shortly after, the dog let out a mass of internal fluids and chunks of debris that blocked his air flow. He leaned over to throw the rest of the gunk out onto the land below. He took a second to breathe before saying anything,
"Thank you sir," he acknowledged the wolf, but the wolf just stared at him with a look of displeasure. The dog thought the wolf must have had a bad day.
'Heh,' The dalmatian didn't blame him. "My name is uh... 'Bit' by the way."
"Real name?" The wolf interrupted, with his arms crossed,
"Huh?" The dalmatian seemed a bit nervous. Small sounds of fear emerged from his throat. The wolf didn't seem like a bad guy... Or was he? "Uhh, Wade Chattowey, sir!" Of course he didn't want to sound impolite—.
Due to the dalmatian's response, the wolf's ears perked up, but then folded back down. "Don't call me that..." He said as the dalmatian kept his eyes on the wolf. The dalmatian swallowed his own saliva due to his nervousness.
"...call me Bone Reeting or just Bone..." He paused before he said his next two words.
"Never 'sir'."
"Alright s—." He winced as he noticed the wolf's ears perk up again, "Bone-, thank you for getting me out of that situation." He said as he checked right pocket for his phone.
He then proceeded to dig into his left pocket—
Nothing...
Did he leave it on the plane? Or with him at all for that matter? He looked back at the smoking plane, think about whether to look for it or not, until the wolf said, "I'll get you a new one."
By now, the dalmatian did not care if he had his phone with him or not, it was just the thought about going back there and suffering those same conditions... That is what scared him.
He's a guy-err... anthropomorphic animal who wakes real early in the mornings to roam towards the city to steal meats and early pickings from bakeries and butcheries. His nose could sniff out a steak from a mile away.
And currently, his stomach grumbled.
But now, he takes small morsels from whatever this plane wreck could currently give him. Trying to smell for morsels in the storage, his nose couldn't catch anything appetizing. Only a granola bar and a cookie in which he nibbled on, 'Well maybe I could save this for later, just in case I am on the hunt for civilization longer than planned.' He thought.
He was on the flight back to Newserville, but of course they hadn't made it. Everyone on board landed in a field, but the wolf guessed he was out for too long. Why had no one awaken him? Everyone seemed to have dispersed as a seldom amount of bodies were to be found. His buddy Tyler, back from the war, wasn't one of the bodies that were still there. He was a leopard that he met back in grade school. He called out for his name just in case, but the voice that he heard back was not Tyler's. Coughing in the front of the plane, was a pilot. He was a dalmatian. He was coughing and he held up his hand, as if he needed help.
Being the kind-hearted wolf he was, he reached out his hand to help the dalmatian out of some of the rubble that prevented him from getting out.
The dalmatian coughed some more. The smoke and saliva in his throat rendered him hard to breathe and make out words. A large pile of smoke flurried out of the front of the plane like it was about to be set ablaze. The wolf hurried the task.
The wolf quickly carried the dalmatian away, not asking if he could handle it himself. The dalmatian didn't seem to mind though. Maybe he did need help? The wolf pounced down behind a wall of rock that was a ways away from the plane. The wolf thought the rocky cliff could hold steady and protect them both if the plane did catch fire and/or burst into an explosion.
He didn't say anything until he was sure that the plane wasn't going to blow. It was good enough for them that it didn't. Although smoke still escaped the top of the plane, which was slightly tipped over, exposed to the air, which if there was a fire, the air kept it burning.
The wolf pounded his fist against the dalmatian's back a few times just in case he wasn't choking or anything of the sort. Shortly after, the dog let out a mass of internal fluids and chunks of debris that blocked his air flow. He leaned over to throw the rest of the gunk out onto the land below. He took a second to breathe before saying anything,
"Thank you sir," he acknowledged the wolf, but the wolf just stared at him with a look of displeasure. The dog thought the wolf must have had a bad day.
'Heh,' The dalmatian didn't blame him. "My name is uh... 'Bit' by the way."
"Real name?" The wolf interrupted, with his arms crossed,
"Huh?" The dalmatian seemed a bit nervous. Small sounds of fear emerged from his throat. The wolf didn't seem like a bad guy... Or was he? "Uhh, Wade Chattowey, sir!" Of course he didn't want to sound impolite—.
Due to the dalmatian's response, the wolf's ears perked up, but then folded back down. "Don't call me that..." He said as the dalmatian kept his eyes on the wolf. The dalmatian swallowed his own saliva due to his nervousness.
"...call me Bone Reeting or just Bone..." He paused before he said his next two words.
"Never 'sir'."
"Alright s—." He winced as he noticed the wolf's ears perk up again, "Bone-, thank you for getting me out of that situation." He said as he checked right pocket for his phone.
He then proceeded to dig into his left pocket—
Nothing...
Did he leave it on the plane? Or with him at all for that matter? He looked back at the smoking plane, think about whether to look for it or not, until the wolf said, "I'll get you a new one."
By now, the dalmatian did not care if he had his phone with him or not, it was just the thought about going back there and suffering those same conditions... That is what scared him.