Post by Blitz on Aug 12, 2008 21:43:07 GMT -5
Been a while since I posted a fic here... enjoy. It Starts off in the present, then retells Volkner's past(since i revamped and all)
Volkner's Saga part I
It was dusk, hardly a cloud in the sky. A lone Dalmatian walked through the woods, black "socks" on his front paws that lead up to his knee joints where they take on a flame like appearance. He raises his black ears a bit as he walks, as he occasionally would hear something scurry through the woods, probably another smaller animal. His black tail wags a bit as he continues onward. A large spot is on his back, a bit disproportioned, and more on the right side than the left. There are also five small spots on his left hip and a gothic styled cross hangs on a chain from his neck.
The dog approaches a rusty and obviously abandoned shed. The glass in the windows is shattered, and a few wholes are in the walls. He pushes the rusted old door open with his shoulder, the door creaking loudly as he enters. Only a dim light illuminates a little of the old shed, the rest illuminated by the glow of a fifty inch screen on the wall. Though it looks more like an HD Television, it is actually a computer. Sitting underneath the screen is another Dalmatian, a large spot in-between his eyes, shaped like a triangle with rounded edges, and a very large spot covering the majority of his back. A few small spots cover each of his legs, and his red eyes are fixed on the screen above him, as his paw digits tap the keyboard before him. His black ears rise at the sound of the creaking door.
As the entering dog approaches the other, his claws scratch against the rough, old, wooden floor, and a third Dalmatian come out of the shadows. She has a strange coat, black with three white spots on her right side.
“Hello, Creed…” the intruding dog says calmly.
“I’ve been expecting you, Volkner.” Creed, the dog at the computer replied.
“Yeah… Luci told me yesterday to come.” Volkner said glancing at Luci, the female with the strange coat of fur.
“I’ve found Sigurd’ location. He’s in Alaska.” Creed said, never ceasing to type at his keyboard.
“Alaska?...but why would he be in Alaska.?” Volkner asked, stepping closer to Creed.
“Beats me… but that’s where my sources tell me he is.”
“How did you find him anyway?”
“Do I really have to waste my breath explaining…. Are you even going to understand if I do?”
“Probably not… Thank you, Creed.” Volkner said as he began walking away.
“One last thing, Volkner…. How do plan to -get- to Alaska?”
“I’ll get there somehow… I have to.” Volkner replied as he pushed the creaky old door open once more and walked out.
Volkner began walking out of the woods, and at the woods edge was greeted by three wolves. One had a mostly black coat with dark gray paws and chest fur. One also had mostly black coat, but his paws and chest were a much lighter shade of gray. The Third had an all black coat, and was smaller than the other two.
“What did he have to say?” the one with the dark gray chest and paws asked.
“He found my father…he’s in Alaska… I dunno, how I’m gonna get there, Dirge, but I have to.” Volkner replied.
“Alaska?! What’s in Alaska?!” the one with the lighter gray in his fur asked.
“I don’t really know, requiem. I’ll find out when I get there.” Volkner said, sitting down on his haunches.
“I’m sure there is way… if there is, surely you of all people will find it. After all you’ve been through, after you’ve come this far, you can’t let a bit of water stop you!” the smaller of the three wolves said.
“Thanks, Nocturne…. But I think you’re forgetting just how much I hate water!” Volkner joked as he stood back up. “I have to go guys. See ya.” He said as he trailed off.
“Hey….if you need any help….” Dirge said, as Volkner paused in his tracks.
“I’ll let you know.” Volkner said over his shoulder, as he continued walking.
As Volkner exited the forest, the farm could be seen in the near distance. He didn’t much care for returning just yet, and so he simply entered into the woods another direction. He found himself at a river running calmly through the woods. Coming down the stream was a rather crude looking boat, reminiscent of a pirate ship, on a much smaller scale. On the ship rode a boxer, standing on his hind legs, his front paws rested on the wheel. He had brown fur, and some white on his muzzle, chest, underside and paws. His dark blue eyes looked mostly stern as he gazed at the pup in the distance. His stout, uncropped ears stuck out of the side of a pirate hat with a skull on it. He steered his ship ashore nearby Volkner, and kicked down a piece of the side, forming a ramp to the land.
“You there! Boy!” the dog said as he stepped off of his vessel.
“Are you talking to me?” Volkner said, turning to face the boxer.
“Are ye a girl?”
“No…”
“THEN I WAS TALKIN’ TO YA! Is there any shelter nearby? We’re lookin’ for a place to stay the night.”
“We?” Volkner said, thinking the boxer was the only one on board. A female yorkie trotted off of the boat, her long brown and black fur dragging the ground slightly.
“Yes me and my mate here…” the boxer replied.
“Yeah, I know somewhere.” Volkner said with a smirk.
“I don’t like the way ye said that…” the boxer said, not sure what the pup was up to.
“Where does this river run to?” Volkner asked.
“All the way to the ocean!” the yorkie said, “But why does it concern you?”
“I’ll take you there if you can transport me somewhere…” Volkner said.
“Where are we talkin’ about?” the boxer inquired.
“…Alaska…”
“ALASKA?! You know how far that is, boy?”
“Yes, but… I have to get there…someway or another, I have to do it.”
“I’ll consider it at least… but I can’t promise.”
“Alright… I’ll give you shelter even if you can’t take me, as long as you consider it, and if you decide not to, I want a GOOD reason.” Volkner said as he headed for the farm, the two dogs trailing behind.
“My name is Volkner. You can just call me Volk if you want.” Volkner said as they approached the fence surrounding the farm.
“Nice to meet you Volkner… I’m Jim…CAPTAIN Jim, and this here is Nessie.”
“Alright, “Captain” Jim… you can feel free to sleep in the barn here, just head there whenever you’re ready.” Volkner said as he began to walk off. After a short distance he stopped and turned to face them again.” OH! And don’t even think about leaving early and getting out of this….” He said before he continued on.
It was raining that night, most of the pups hanging around inside the barn, sleeping on the haystacks and floor. Jim was sitting stout, wide awake, Nessie asleep on the barn floor nearby. A spotless Dalmatian approached Jim with a smile on his face.
“Hi…Names Oddy. I’ll be traveling with you and Volkner.” He said.
“WHAT?! He didn’t say there’d be any “extra cargo”…” Jim said, thinking Volkner was the only one coming along.
“So…. What’s the name of your ship?” Oddy ask, lying on the floor, his muzzle resting on his crossed paws.
“The Kraken…” Jim grumbled discontent.
“How original.” Oddy said snickering.
“You want me ta throw ya overboard halfway through, or do you wanna see land after tomorrow?” Jim snapped back as Oddy cleared his throat and cut his laughter short.
The next morning Volkner woke the sleeping Boxer. “Let’s get an early start…” he said walking towards the barn door where Oddy stood. Jim stood to his feet, and woke Nessie then followed behind the Dalmatians.
As they approached the entrance to the woods, the three wolves from before marched out of the brush.
“And who is this?” Dirge asked a bit suspiciously.
“My ticket to Alaska.” Volkner replied.
“I see…Well, Volkner… we’ve seen you through the worst of it…and we want to see you through to the end!” Dirge said stepping forward. “If I may…” He said looking at Jim.
“Oh, alright…” Jim replied putting a paw to his forehead, “I hope this is all the company you intend on bringing. I’m at maximum capacity now!”
Jim took the lead as the others followed him to the crudely constructed pirate ship. After all had boarded, Jim raised up the section that forms the ramp and raised a sail as they started down the river, headed for the ocean.
“Now, don’t be getting’ the impression that I actually care….but what’s your story, boy? Why are you trying so hard to get to a big chunk o’ ice?” Jim asked.
“It’s a REALLY long story….” Volkner replied.
“Well, this is goin’ ta be a REALLY long ride! Out with it boy, Captain’s orders!”
“Alright….” Volkner replied as he began telling his tale.
Volkner's Saga part I
It was dusk, hardly a cloud in the sky. A lone Dalmatian walked through the woods, black "socks" on his front paws that lead up to his knee joints where they take on a flame like appearance. He raises his black ears a bit as he walks, as he occasionally would hear something scurry through the woods, probably another smaller animal. His black tail wags a bit as he continues onward. A large spot is on his back, a bit disproportioned, and more on the right side than the left. There are also five small spots on his left hip and a gothic styled cross hangs on a chain from his neck.
The dog approaches a rusty and obviously abandoned shed. The glass in the windows is shattered, and a few wholes are in the walls. He pushes the rusted old door open with his shoulder, the door creaking loudly as he enters. Only a dim light illuminates a little of the old shed, the rest illuminated by the glow of a fifty inch screen on the wall. Though it looks more like an HD Television, it is actually a computer. Sitting underneath the screen is another Dalmatian, a large spot in-between his eyes, shaped like a triangle with rounded edges, and a very large spot covering the majority of his back. A few small spots cover each of his legs, and his red eyes are fixed on the screen above him, as his paw digits tap the keyboard before him. His black ears rise at the sound of the creaking door.
As the entering dog approaches the other, his claws scratch against the rough, old, wooden floor, and a third Dalmatian come out of the shadows. She has a strange coat, black with three white spots on her right side.
“Hello, Creed…” the intruding dog says calmly.
“I’ve been expecting you, Volkner.” Creed, the dog at the computer replied.
“Yeah… Luci told me yesterday to come.” Volkner said glancing at Luci, the female with the strange coat of fur.
“I’ve found Sigurd’ location. He’s in Alaska.” Creed said, never ceasing to type at his keyboard.
“Alaska?...but why would he be in Alaska.?” Volkner asked, stepping closer to Creed.
“Beats me… but that’s where my sources tell me he is.”
“How did you find him anyway?”
“Do I really have to waste my breath explaining…. Are you even going to understand if I do?”
“Probably not… Thank you, Creed.” Volkner said as he began walking away.
“One last thing, Volkner…. How do plan to -get- to Alaska?”
“I’ll get there somehow… I have to.” Volkner replied as he pushed the creaky old door open once more and walked out.
Volkner began walking out of the woods, and at the woods edge was greeted by three wolves. One had a mostly black coat with dark gray paws and chest fur. One also had mostly black coat, but his paws and chest were a much lighter shade of gray. The Third had an all black coat, and was smaller than the other two.
“What did he have to say?” the one with the dark gray chest and paws asked.
“He found my father…he’s in Alaska… I dunno, how I’m gonna get there, Dirge, but I have to.” Volkner replied.
“Alaska?! What’s in Alaska?!” the one with the lighter gray in his fur asked.
“I don’t really know, requiem. I’ll find out when I get there.” Volkner said, sitting down on his haunches.
“I’m sure there is way… if there is, surely you of all people will find it. After all you’ve been through, after you’ve come this far, you can’t let a bit of water stop you!” the smaller of the three wolves said.
“Thanks, Nocturne…. But I think you’re forgetting just how much I hate water!” Volkner joked as he stood back up. “I have to go guys. See ya.” He said as he trailed off.
“Hey….if you need any help….” Dirge said, as Volkner paused in his tracks.
“I’ll let you know.” Volkner said over his shoulder, as he continued walking.
As Volkner exited the forest, the farm could be seen in the near distance. He didn’t much care for returning just yet, and so he simply entered into the woods another direction. He found himself at a river running calmly through the woods. Coming down the stream was a rather crude looking boat, reminiscent of a pirate ship, on a much smaller scale. On the ship rode a boxer, standing on his hind legs, his front paws rested on the wheel. He had brown fur, and some white on his muzzle, chest, underside and paws. His dark blue eyes looked mostly stern as he gazed at the pup in the distance. His stout, uncropped ears stuck out of the side of a pirate hat with a skull on it. He steered his ship ashore nearby Volkner, and kicked down a piece of the side, forming a ramp to the land.
“You there! Boy!” the dog said as he stepped off of his vessel.
“Are you talking to me?” Volkner said, turning to face the boxer.
“Are ye a girl?”
“No…”
“THEN I WAS TALKIN’ TO YA! Is there any shelter nearby? We’re lookin’ for a place to stay the night.”
“We?” Volkner said, thinking the boxer was the only one on board. A female yorkie trotted off of the boat, her long brown and black fur dragging the ground slightly.
“Yes me and my mate here…” the boxer replied.
“Yeah, I know somewhere.” Volkner said with a smirk.
“I don’t like the way ye said that…” the boxer said, not sure what the pup was up to.
“Where does this river run to?” Volkner asked.
“All the way to the ocean!” the yorkie said, “But why does it concern you?”
“I’ll take you there if you can transport me somewhere…” Volkner said.
“Where are we talkin’ about?” the boxer inquired.
“…Alaska…”
“ALASKA?! You know how far that is, boy?”
“Yes, but… I have to get there…someway or another, I have to do it.”
“I’ll consider it at least… but I can’t promise.”
“Alright… I’ll give you shelter even if you can’t take me, as long as you consider it, and if you decide not to, I want a GOOD reason.” Volkner said as he headed for the farm, the two dogs trailing behind.
“My name is Volkner. You can just call me Volk if you want.” Volkner said as they approached the fence surrounding the farm.
“Nice to meet you Volkner… I’m Jim…CAPTAIN Jim, and this here is Nessie.”
“Alright, “Captain” Jim… you can feel free to sleep in the barn here, just head there whenever you’re ready.” Volkner said as he began to walk off. After a short distance he stopped and turned to face them again.” OH! And don’t even think about leaving early and getting out of this….” He said before he continued on.
It was raining that night, most of the pups hanging around inside the barn, sleeping on the haystacks and floor. Jim was sitting stout, wide awake, Nessie asleep on the barn floor nearby. A spotless Dalmatian approached Jim with a smile on his face.
“Hi…Names Oddy. I’ll be traveling with you and Volkner.” He said.
“WHAT?! He didn’t say there’d be any “extra cargo”…” Jim said, thinking Volkner was the only one coming along.
“So…. What’s the name of your ship?” Oddy ask, lying on the floor, his muzzle resting on his crossed paws.
“The Kraken…” Jim grumbled discontent.
“How original.” Oddy said snickering.
“You want me ta throw ya overboard halfway through, or do you wanna see land after tomorrow?” Jim snapped back as Oddy cleared his throat and cut his laughter short.
The next morning Volkner woke the sleeping Boxer. “Let’s get an early start…” he said walking towards the barn door where Oddy stood. Jim stood to his feet, and woke Nessie then followed behind the Dalmatians.
As they approached the entrance to the woods, the three wolves from before marched out of the brush.
“And who is this?” Dirge asked a bit suspiciously.
“My ticket to Alaska.” Volkner replied.
“I see…Well, Volkner… we’ve seen you through the worst of it…and we want to see you through to the end!” Dirge said stepping forward. “If I may…” He said looking at Jim.
“Oh, alright…” Jim replied putting a paw to his forehead, “I hope this is all the company you intend on bringing. I’m at maximum capacity now!”
Jim took the lead as the others followed him to the crudely constructed pirate ship. After all had boarded, Jim raised up the section that forms the ramp and raised a sail as they started down the river, headed for the ocean.
“Now, don’t be getting’ the impression that I actually care….but what’s your story, boy? Why are you trying so hard to get to a big chunk o’ ice?” Jim asked.
“It’s a REALLY long story….” Volkner replied.
“Well, this is goin’ ta be a REALLY long ride! Out with it boy, Captain’s orders!”
“Alright….” Volkner replied as he began telling his tale.