Post by Blitz on Aug 13, 2008 10:46:01 GMT -5
This one's a tad short, and not much really happens, but it gives you a glimpse at the reality of what went down... a lot of you were confused in my last canon before the revamp. And on a side note, comments are appreciated. I feel like my fics aren't even being read anymore...
Volkner's Saga Part II
“Sylia….if I don’t come back…” said a large Dalmatian, spots covering the majority, most of them touching leaving very little white.
“Don’t even talk like that….” A spotless female replied.
The two dogs were lying in an alley underneath a very large cardboard box. It was nighttime, and the city was sleeping. The female dog had a litter of puppies curled up next to her.
“I don’t wanna think about either, Sylia, but…” said the male taking a chain from around his neck, a gothic cross charm hanging from it. He put it around the neck of one the pups. And walked out into the night.
“Sigurd…” Sylia sighed, laying he head down next to her pups, a tear in her eye.
Sigurd wandered the midnight streets of the small town until he encountered a canine figure wearing a black cloak. All that could be seen of him were his gray paws and a bit of his gray muzzle.
“So good of you to come…” the cloaked figure said.
“I don’t know what you want…but stay away from my family…” Sigurd responded, black dragon like wings erupting from his back.
“What I want…is the assurance of my own survival… I’ve recently seen the future. So I must change it.” Spoke the mysterious cloaked canine.
“If it’s your death that ensures my family’s survival… then so be it!” Sigurd screamed as he charged the cloaked canine. As he neared him, the mysterious dog outreached a paw and grabbed him by the neck. His other paw came out of the cloak with a rapier held in it.
“Oh, don’t worry… -I- won’t be going near your family at all.” Said the canine sticking the slim, rapier into Sigurd’s chest, his blood running down the blade.
Removing the blade, he dropped Sigurd’s body to the ground. Outstretching a paw he began to laugh manically as he paw began to glow a dark blue, Sigurd’s body doing the same. As he dismissed the blue glow from his hands, Sigurd’s body remained illuminated, as a glowing purple shaded black mass appeared behind the cloaked canine. The mass enveloped Sigurd’s body and entered into it. Soon, his body reanimated and stood to its feet.
“You know what I want you to do....my servant….” Said the dog as he slowly vanished.
Sigurd returned to his family, and his mate perked up when she saw his shadow. When she gazed into his eyes, they were red, and her blood ran cold. In a split moment Sigurd’s claws penetrated her chest, and she died almost instantly. With a single claw, Sigurd slit his own 4 pups in the throat and walked away. By morning, two of the pups had dies of blood loss, and yet two had managed to survive – one of which, Sigurd had put the necklace on.
A female Dalmatian passing by picked up on the scent of the blood, and followed it into the alley. Finding two of the pups alive, she lifted one by the nap of it’s neck and put it on her back, carrying the other by the nap in her mouth. Both of her ears were black, and she had many small spots decorated her beautiful coat. The female brought them to yet another alley, where she had her own litter, around the same age. The two pups were old enough to talk, though not very well. It was here that they were raised by a surrogate mother, just as loving as their real one would have been.
Volkner's Saga Part II
“Sylia….if I don’t come back…” said a large Dalmatian, spots covering the majority, most of them touching leaving very little white.
“Don’t even talk like that….” A spotless female replied.
The two dogs were lying in an alley underneath a very large cardboard box. It was nighttime, and the city was sleeping. The female dog had a litter of puppies curled up next to her.
“I don’t wanna think about either, Sylia, but…” said the male taking a chain from around his neck, a gothic cross charm hanging from it. He put it around the neck of one the pups. And walked out into the night.
“Sigurd…” Sylia sighed, laying he head down next to her pups, a tear in her eye.
Sigurd wandered the midnight streets of the small town until he encountered a canine figure wearing a black cloak. All that could be seen of him were his gray paws and a bit of his gray muzzle.
“So good of you to come…” the cloaked figure said.
“I don’t know what you want…but stay away from my family…” Sigurd responded, black dragon like wings erupting from his back.
“What I want…is the assurance of my own survival… I’ve recently seen the future. So I must change it.” Spoke the mysterious cloaked canine.
“If it’s your death that ensures my family’s survival… then so be it!” Sigurd screamed as he charged the cloaked canine. As he neared him, the mysterious dog outreached a paw and grabbed him by the neck. His other paw came out of the cloak with a rapier held in it.
“Oh, don’t worry… -I- won’t be going near your family at all.” Said the canine sticking the slim, rapier into Sigurd’s chest, his blood running down the blade.
Removing the blade, he dropped Sigurd’s body to the ground. Outstretching a paw he began to laugh manically as he paw began to glow a dark blue, Sigurd’s body doing the same. As he dismissed the blue glow from his hands, Sigurd’s body remained illuminated, as a glowing purple shaded black mass appeared behind the cloaked canine. The mass enveloped Sigurd’s body and entered into it. Soon, his body reanimated and stood to its feet.
“You know what I want you to do....my servant….” Said the dog as he slowly vanished.
Sigurd returned to his family, and his mate perked up when she saw his shadow. When she gazed into his eyes, they were red, and her blood ran cold. In a split moment Sigurd’s claws penetrated her chest, and she died almost instantly. With a single claw, Sigurd slit his own 4 pups in the throat and walked away. By morning, two of the pups had dies of blood loss, and yet two had managed to survive – one of which, Sigurd had put the necklace on.
A female Dalmatian passing by picked up on the scent of the blood, and followed it into the alley. Finding two of the pups alive, she lifted one by the nap of it’s neck and put it on her back, carrying the other by the nap in her mouth. Both of her ears were black, and she had many small spots decorated her beautiful coat. The female brought them to yet another alley, where she had her own litter, around the same age. The two pups were old enough to talk, though not very well. It was here that they were raised by a surrogate mother, just as loving as their real one would have been.