Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 15:41:56 GMT
(casually re-uses an old topic starter because I'm too lazy to actually write one)
“DANG IT!” his master screamed. Why must he always make so much noise when he was scribbling relentlessly on a pad of paper? Every day he beats his fist on the table when his sketch takes a turn for the worse. Obviously he isn't good at it, but it was the same thing all of the time, he'd never stop. 'Would I ever understand humans?' the pup wondered to himself.
He had to get away from Master and his shouting, it was irritating beyond belief and he couldn't take the chance of another discarded ball of art hurdling his way. So he ran down the hallway, through doggy door, and bounded into the sunshine. Glistening hazel eyes darted around the caged yard, hoping to find further escape, and luckily, he spotted a small hole in the wooden prison and he bolted through it. He was just small enough to squeeze through the gap in the fence. Yipping happily when he'd crawled out on the other side, he waddled down the dusty dirt road behind his owner's home. The sun seemed to shine so much brighter on this side of the fence, it was a pleasant change.
Freedom tasted sweet; this was going to be a great day.
As he trotted farther and farther away from home and outside of his small neighborhood, the streets got a lot busier. Cars whooshed past him. The big machines scared the dog; one paw off of the dirt paved sidewalk and he'd be a goner. The sidewalks were getting busier too. People saw him and tried to snatch him up, but he just barely managed to escape their greedy hands. One small child in a stroller yanked on his tail, causing him to yelp. The pooch bolted away from the chubby, grabbing fingers, and the strangers trying to take away his freedom. The loud sounds of the city were overbearing, crippling his heightened sense of hearing. It was so much worse than his master’s yelling, no doubt.
Four fluffy legs dragged the cream and tan spotted shih-tzu as he scampered under a bench to hide from cruel people that
wanted to cage him again. A cigarette butt fell on the ground near him, sending a low whimper to tumble off his canine lips from the nasty smell and the terror that paralyzed him.
He didn't know how long he had stayed under the bench, but it was a while. Hours, maybe. The sun was starting to set, and the street lamps lit up. Less people crowded the streets, but he was still too frightened to leave.
Cowered under the wooden structure, he really regretted sneaking off. He'd had it so good back at home. Fresh food and water, plenty of space to roam, and heck, he couldn't complain about his family. Sure, they were noisy, but they were loving. Oh, what he wouldn't do to be tucked into his large dog pillow right now, listening to the low groan's of his master's failure's. It was as if he could hear it now, wait- was he hearing it now? Ears perking up, the small creature peeked out from under the seat, eyes squinted in the darkness, waiting to see if his canine brain was playing tricks on him or not.
It wasn't.
He was there, and the petite puppy didn't hesitate for a moment to pounce out of his hiding spot and race towards the boy.
Towards home.
He'd been at it all day. "Gryphon!" Where in Panem could his dog be? "Come on boy!" There was no trace of him at home, and once he'd entered the back yard, he'd spotted the hole and he knew his pet had run off. He'd never done anything like this before, so why had he now? What was the five year old pup's agenda? Eden hadn't hesitated a moment before he'd darted out of the house, yanking on his sneakers whilst barely managing to not trip as he scampered down the busy streets. Straightening out his attire, the teen struggled to not break down. This dog was essentially his life, not to mention the fact that his father would kill him if this dog were to go missing.
Long story short, this dog had to be found.
Evening soon set in, the sun dipping behind the shade of the pines, and he hadn't seen the slightest sign of his dog, but he knew he couldn't come home empty handed. His whole family would be devastated, especially his little sisters. Gryphon was his responsibility in the end, his pet, even if the dog was adored by all.
Just as he was giving up hope, he shouted one last time, his voice running dry, "Gryphon, boy! Come home! Please," and as if by a miracle, a small furball hobbled into the lamplight and the yip that echoed against the night alone was enough to send Eden sprinting. His dog was here, alive, and coming home.
Everything would be okay.
After a the two had a moment, rejoicing in each other's company before the boy gave the dog one last pet before declaring, "Let's go home, Gryph, it's late." A slick smile on his lips, he rose from his crouched position, turning towards home as he patted his thigh. The pup didn't hesitate to follow, but little did they know, Gryphon wasn't the only one following Eden.
There was a being among the shadows of night that the human hadn't noticed yet, but the puppy did, and broke out in a low growl.
"What is it, boy?" Eden asked anxiously, stopping in his tracks to take a glance around. Seven was not a place to be at night, mutts roamed and it was never safe. Biting his lip, he scanned the treeline and then the street once more before daring to shout out, "Hello?" He definitely had the bravery of his father, and the wits of his mother, but did he have the strength to defend himself?
Only time could tell.