Post by Sweeney Terrier on Sept 15, 2012 0:26:55 GMT -5
(If you don't get why wanted, dead, and alive are in quotations, browse through songs by Bon Jovi.)
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Anyway, this is a fan fic I decided to make that describes what exactly happened between Shaw leaving his owner's house on the outskirts of Gruteley, to find that wolf figure the man practically never stops talkin' about. Enjoy.
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One day, while a male, Irish Wolfhound, by the name of Shaw, and his owner, were at their home on the outskirts of Gruteley, Shaw and his owner were having their lunch.
While the two were eating, Shaw's owner once again, began to murmur, though Shaw could hear him, "What exactly was that wolf figure? I know it was real and I wasn't seeing things. I should've gone after it. Probably too late now, but it still makes me wonder."
As Shaw heard this, he thought, while rolling his eyes a bit, "There, my master goes again with talkin' about some wolf he saw that one day when he came back from a hunting trip, where he and his friends bagged two full-grown wolves."
About 15 minutes later, Shaw and his owner had finished their lunch. After Shaw's bowl and his owner's plate and cup were washed, Shaw and his owner went out into the living room, where there was a fireplace, and above it, the head of a male deer, mounted on the wall. Shaw then laid on his belly, next to one of the chairs. As Shaw's owner sat down in one of the few chairs in the room, he leaned his cheek upon his left fist, which was propped on the left arm of the chair, and was in a pose as if deep in thought.
"I've shot, and caught so many animals, and vaguely one has ever gotten away, thanks to Shaw's help." Shaw's owner noted, as he pondered over the figure. "However, I'm not sure if that wolf figure was real, or just a mere illusion brought on by my mind. It looked so real, yet it was there for a second and gone in the next."
Shaw then figured, and thought, "I'd say it's about time someone does something to uncover the truth about this wolf figure. My poor master saw it once, but claims he can't find it. Since he doesn't seem to be doing much about it, I suppose it's up to me to reveal whether or not he was merely imagining the wolf."
Shaw then got up, and walked to the front door. He then pawed at it several times, until his owner looked over at him. "What is it, Shaw?" he asked. "Do you want to go out?" Shaw nodded then pointed to himself. "You want to go out alone?" Shaw's owner questioned. Shaw's owner then began to think about this. After a couple of seconds, he stated, "Okay, you may go, Shaw. However, please return by tomorrow morning."
Shaw nodded in response, showing that he will return by the morrow. He then stepped through the doggy door, which his owner was decent enough to install, and began walking out from the front porch of the house, along the road, away from Gruteley.
About 30 minutes into his walk, Shaw had caught whiff of a scent he had detected many times before. "I smell...wolf, a live one." he stated. He then began to follow the trail of the scent.
About 25 minutes later, the scent of a live wolf had brought Shaw to what was clearly a farm. "That's odd. Aside from maybe stealing chickens or ruining livestock, when or why would a wolf come to a farm?" Shaw asked himself. He thought it over for about a minute, shrugged his shoulders, and followed the scent into the property of the farm, known as Dearly Farm.
As he walked around the barn, following the scent, Shaw saw a distance away from him, out in the field, in bright daylight, a young, female Gray Wolf. "The trail leads right to her." Shaw thought. "Maybe she's the figure." He then began to slowly sneak up to the wolf, but then thought, "However, how can I be sure, without learning a bit of info on her, first?" He then stood up on all fours, and calmly walked up to the young, female wolf, and tried to politely greet, "Good afternoon, dear."
The young, female wolf, by the name of Jocelyn, was a bit startled by this sudden, unknown voice, turned around and saw a male, Irish Wolfhound, about 1 1/4 inch taller than her, looking down at her with eyes that seemed to be gentle. "Uhh...hi." she somewhat nervously replied.
"Tell, me dear, what is your name, if I may ask?" Shaw questioned the female wolf.
"J-Jocelyn." Jocelyn answered, a bit nervous. There was something about this Irish Wolfhound that seemed to make her feel a bit uncomfortable, but she couldn't exactly figure it out. "W-What's yours?" she asked.
"My name, is Shaw, dear." Shaw responded. "Mind if we walk and talk a bit?"
"S-Sure, Shaw." Jocelyn stated, a bit unsure about this Wolfhound.
The two then began to walk about the farm, Shaw, often standing to Jocelyn's right, or whichever side several pups could see her, had he not been on that side. Shaw and Jocelyn ended up talking about things like the weather, and a small chat began. Eventually, in the chat, Shaw decided to ask, "Tell me, Jocelyn, why are you living on a farm and not in the wild, if you are a wolf?"
Jocelyn frowned, gulped a bit, and answered, "Well, you see, Shaw, I...I ran away from home."
Shaw tilted his head a bit, and questioned, "Was there something wrong with your parents?"
Jocelyn almost immediately shook her head, and stated, "Oh, no. Definitely not, Shaw. I loved them very much. It's just that, one morning, we all woke to the sound of gunshots, and tried to escape from the area around our family den. However, my parents got shot by human hunters, and I was the only survivor. " Jocelyn then lowered her head a bit, and began to weep a bit due to remembering the terrible event that separated her from her parents.
"Really?" Shaw replied, raising an eyebrow. "Did any hunters pursue you?"
"I don't think so. I was too focused on running away as mom and dad told me to do. I stayed by my mom's side for a moment, as she was slowly dying. However, then she told me to run, and I did. As I ran, I heard another gunshot, and that meant that my parents were, from then on, dead."
"Looks like she is the one," Shaw thought. He then grinned deviously, and extended his front claws a bit, as he kept walking alongside Jocelyn.
Jocelyn noticed that Shaw was smiling a bit suspiciously, and had his front claws slightly extended. "Uhh, Shaw. What's going on?" Jocelyn asked. "Why are you smiling like that, and why are your front claws extended a bit?"
"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing, dear." Shaw reassured her. "Nothing you need to worry about." He then thought, "Nothing you need to worry about as soon as you're dead. Heh" He then stopped walking as Jocelyn kept walking forward. Shaw waited a few seconds, then lowered his body to the ground, prepared to pounce towards Jocelyn.
However, being a wolf, Jocelyn could practically sense that Shaw felt or seemed a bit stranger than before, as if, a bit more intimidating. She stopped for a second, turned around, and saw Shaw, low to the ground, and ready to pounce. She could see that his eyes were no longer gentle, but rather those of a predator when it has caught sight of its prey, and those eyes were looking right at her.
Jocelyn then gulped, nervously stated, as she began to back away slowly, "Well, Shaw, I'd like to stay and chat a bit more, but I think I need to leave. Eh-heh. Like, right now." And with that, Jocelyn dashed away from Shaw, as fast as she could. However, a few seconds after Jocelyn ran away, Shaw began to pursue her around the farm.
It seemed as though Shaw was getting closer to Jocelyn by the minute. Soon, he came within a foot of her, and chuckled, "You're mine, now dear. Hehheh"
Jocelyn could sense that Shaw was really close to her. She then cried out, "Help! Anybody, help!"
As Jocelyn called out for help, a young, male German Shepherd, by the name of Lupus, sat up from reading "Call of the Wild" by Jack London, and perked his ears. "Sounds like Jocelyn's in trouble." he figured. Lupus and Jocelyn were old friends. "Buck's story will have to wait. I need to save Jocelyn from whatever danger she's in." He then closed "Call of the Wild", and gently set it down in the hay on the barn floor.
Lupus then quickly walked out of the barn, and within a minute, could see Jocelyn a somewhat small distance away, running from a gray-furred, male quadruped, who was about a foot away from her. Seeing this figure pursuing Jocelyn made Lupus a bit irritated. He then began to dart right for the space between Jocelyn and the figure.
Shaw was right on Jocelyn's tail. "There's no escape, dear. hehheh." he chuckled. Shaw was about ready to pounce while he ran, when Lupus stopped right between him and Jocelyn. Though Shaw ended up bumping into Lupus, the male German Shepherd didn't fall over on his side. Shaw, however, was knocked back a couple of inches from the impact.
Jocelyn practically detected another figure behind her, and she felt as though Shaw was no longer chasing her. She stopped running, turned around, and saw Lupus, standing tall on all fours, looking directly at Shaw.
"What is your name, Wolfhound?" Lupus interrogated Shaw, with a bit of a threatening tone.
"The name's Shaw!" Shaw responded, angered by Lupus for getting in the way. "And what would your name be, pesky German Shepherd?"
"The name is Lupus." Lupus replied, glaring at Shaw. "As in Canis lupus, the scientific name of the Gray Wolf."
"heh I wonder why someone would name a domestic dog something like that?" Shaw scoffed.
"In case you haven't noticed, Shaw, all dogs revert back to the wild. It is in their blood." Lupus explained, still irritated at Shaw. "Can't you see it, in any of us here?"
Shaw turned his sights between Lupus, and Jocelyn, who was on the other side of Lupus. He then stood up, and looked down at Lupus, who was an inch smaller than him. "All I see is my next game to catch, and a German Shepherd, who clearly doesn't know his rightful place." Shaw stated. He then brought up a paw and pointed to Jocelyn, and added, "And that is one game, I'd like to take home myself, dead and in one piece."
Both Lupus and Jocelyn understood what Shaw meant. While Jocelyn lowered her body a bit and shook in fear, Lupus glared at Shaw, showed his teeth, and through clenched jaws, threatened, "If you lay a single claw or fang upon Jocelyn's neck, back, chest, whatever, I..am going to rip your throat with my own fangs and claws! "
"heh. Now I know why you were called Lupus. Because you act like a mere wild, wolf. hehheh" Shaw chuckled.
"Only when threatened, intimidated, or challenged, Shaw!" Lupus responded, still showing his teeth, and beginning to growl a bit.
"Heh. Oh well, I only need to bring home her carcass." Shaw began as he eyed Jocelyn. "But, it'd be nice to have my own prize or bonus for this hunt. Hehheh" He then eyed down at Lupus, who kinda did look like a wolf that was defending its territory from another creature, aside from humans.
Lupus instantly knew what he meant by that last statement, and, although it did bring him a small amount of fear, Lupus still growled, showed his teeth, glared at Shaw, and extended his claws. "As the phrase goes, Shaw, 'If you want to get to her, you're gonna have to go through me, first!'" Lupus announced.
"With ease, I'm sure." Shaw replied, rolling his eyes, since he noticed that Lupus actually thought he had a chance against an Irish Wolfhound least a whole inch taller than him, and skilled in acquiring and killing game such as wolves. Shaw then extended his claws as well, and the two then stared at each other, like two duelists in a gun fight before the draw.
Then, they began to actually walk in a circle, while keeping an eye on each other. As Jocelyn didn't entirely know what to do, she just stood there, a couple of inches away from where the duel was. As Shaw had made it to where Lupus had stood, he made a quick, kicking motion with his rear, right leg, and hit Jocelyn, which sent her flying backwards a bit, and landed on her side, wounded from the fall, but also a small cut mark, from Shaw's extended claws, on her chest.
Lupus went a bit wide-eyed at what Shaw had done. He then glared and growled even more ferociously at Shaw for this unexpected kick towards Jocelyn. He extended his claws more, to where he couldn't extend them anymore without hurting himself.
"Wow. Can someone call the vet? Because I think someone needs a rabies shot or somethin'. hehheh" Shaw chuckled.
"Shaw! You listen here, and you listen GOOD!" Lupus ordered, yelling at Shaw. "This duel is between you and ME! Leave Jocelyn OUT OF IT!" He then pounced with all his strength and agility towards Shaw, and got Shaw onto his back, on the ground. "You harmed Jocelyn, so I will HARM you!" Lupus then got ready to dig his jaw or claws into Shaw's fur. However, just as he was about to leave a scratch or claw mark, Shaw was able to push him off, and Lupus flew a couple of inches away. Lupus landed on his side, but within 3 seconds, was back on all fours, as if the toss meant nothing.
"Now it's my turn, you lousy German Shepherd!" Shaw responded, as he pounced onto Lupus with all of his strength. "This will be too easy." he chuckled, as he looked down to Lupus, who he had pinned and who was struggling to free himself. "You have clearly wasted your life, Lupus, and now it shall end." He then opened his jaws, and was lowering them to the neck, when Lupus was able to claw Shaw in his side, using one of his rear legs, claws extended.
"Gah!" Shaw exclaimed as he felt pain in his side, after Lupus clawed it. "Why, you little-! " He then brought up a paw, claws extended, and swung at Lupus's head. The claws ended up getting Lupus in the cheek, which left a few claw marks.
However, since Shaw had been weakened, and he didn't have all four legs down, Lupus was able to launch Shaw over his head, using his rear legs. Shaw flew about 13 inches through the air, and landed on his side, the weakened one. As Shaw landed hard, Lupus then got up on all fours, blood starting to slowly leak out of the claw marks on his cheek, and a few drops of blood falling from his head, onto the grass.
"Ah! The pain!" Shaw exclaimed as he landed on his weakened side from the launch. Shaw then began trying to slowly get up, onto four legs. As he did this, Lupus began to walk up to Shaw, ready to finish him.
"After what you did to Jocelyn there, which was unfair, since it wasn't part of OUR duel, I can barely forgive you, and so, Shaw, you shall die." Lupus stated as he opened his jaws and was preparing to place them around Shaw's neck.
However, by this time, Jocelyn had gotten up onto all fours, and saw the blood dripping from Lupus's cheek, while she herself, was slightly bleeding from a mark on her chest, but not as deep as Lupus's mark. She then noticed that Shaw had ended up on his back, and was weak at the moment, slowly trying to get up. Jocelyn also heard what Lupus stated as he drew nearer to Shaw, who was about half-way onto all fours. She then cried, "No, Lupus, please don't kill him!"
Lupus stopped in his tracks, looked back to Jocelyn, and asked, "What did you say, Jocelyn? You don't want me to kill him? After what did to you and planned on doing?"
Jocelyn nodded, and stated, "Please don't kill him. At least, not now. He's too weak at the moment."
"Of course, he's weak, dear." Lupus replied, as he grinned. "That's the easiest time to finish off one's opponent."
Though she was slightly bleeding from the chest, Jocelyn walked up to Lupus, stopped in front of him, while Shaw was behind him, and pleaded, "Just please don't kill Shaw now, Lupus. He's far too weak. Also, I'm positive he still has an owner, or else he wouldn't have called me as 'game'. Just please, Lupus, don't kill him now."
Lupus turned his head a bit, to look at Shaw, who was still trying to get up. He then looked back at Jocelyn, who was about a 1/4 of an inch smaller than him. He then sighed, and stated, "Okay, Jocelyn. If you suggest that I let him live now, then I will."
As he said this, Shaw responded, "Indeed, I do have an owner, Jocelyn." A few seconds later, he was back on all fours, but a bit low, because of the pain in his side. He turned around to face Jocelyn and Lupus, and added, "Why do you think I'm hunting you, hmm? If you wish to know, my master and his friends were the ones who killed your parents. Ever since that day, he's been mumbling on about seeing the figure of a young wolf in the distance. And clearly, that figure was you." He then began to step closer, but cringed in pain when he took two steps forward.
Lupus then turned around to face Shaw, stood up on all fours, and told him, "It's no use, Shaw. You're far too weak in a condition to even resist your own pain. Go home now, before you get into even more pain and perhaps, even death, just for pushing your body beyond its limits." Blood was still slightly and slowly dripping from Lupus's cheek when he said this, but it was starting to slow down, and it didn't have a distinct effect on him.
Shaw then heaved in anger towards Lupus, his shoulders bobbing up and down, then made a sudden exhale through the nose, his shoulders now still. "Fine, Lupus. I shall leave now, but only to heal myself. For I shall bring that game to my master before he dies." he warned. "And I am bringing her to my master, dead and in one piece. Someday." He then turned around, and began walking back to his home, on the outskirts of Gruteley.
As he was leaving, Lupus calmed himself down, and looked towards Jocelyn, and asked, "How on Earth could you forgive him after what he planned and plans on doing to you, and what he did to you during our duel, dear?"
Jocelyn, who was crying a bit, after having learned that Shaw's owner and his friends had killed her parents, answered, "I don't entirely forgive him, Lupus. I'm not even sure if he'd accept it."
"I doubt he would." Lupus commented.
"However," Jocelyn resumed. "He still has an owner, who no doubt, cares about him. And this is only the first day in which we encountered him. He still has a home, an owner, and, perhaps some form of a family, and a few years left to live. He might have tried to kill me, but he deserves to at least live for a while longer. "
Lupus then sighed once more, and responded, "Indeed, Jocelyn. That Shaw still has an owner, who, by the looks of it, cares for him. He does still have at least a good home and a decent master. So, you're right that I shouldn't take away that life so soon. But if he gets anywhere far closer to killing you than he was today, I'm seriously gonna either rip his throat or tear off one of his ears or claws, if I can."
"And that'll be the day I will let you kill him, if you wish, Lupus." Jocelyn calmly replied. "But, for now, let's allow him to return home to his master, and just enjoy life here at the farm." As she said this, Jocelyn remembered the claw mark on her chest, which was almost done bleeding, and those on Lupus's cheek, some of which were still slowly bleeding. "And of course, go ask the Dearlys to patch us up."
Lupus nodded in agreement, "Indeed, dear. Let's go get ourselves healed up." And with that, Lupus and Jocelyn began to make their way to the Dearly house. Once there, Lupus pawed at the door, and Nanny answered it. Seeing that Jocelyn and Lupus were bleeding a bit, she called Roger and Anita, who came down, and saw Lupus and Jocelyn bleeding and wounded with claw marks.
As they looked at the two, Lupus just seemed to whimper a bit in pain, looking up to them. They then decided to call the vet, who showed up in about 15 minutes. The vet washed the marks and the surrounding fur of both Lupus and Jocelyn with soap and water a bit, as well as any other area of fur that got blood on it. After that, she took a couple of bandages, and placed them on top of the claw marks. One for Jocelyn, and about 2 for Lupus. Once she was done, she gently petted the fur on both Jocelyn and Lupus's head, who both gave her a bit of a lick as a thanks for taking care of the claw marks. About a minute later, the vet was driving off, back to her workplace.
Meanwhile, due to his weakened condition and injured side, it took Shaw about an hour to get back home. As he walked through the doggy door, his owner was in the living room, and noticed that Shaw was hurt, and that there was a claw mark on his side, that was bleeding a bit. "Shaw, what happened?" his owner asked. Shaw was a bit too weak to reply in any way. He just made his way next to the chair his owner sat in earlier in the day, and dropped to the floor.
Shaw's owner then decided to call the vet, just like the Dearlys did. The vet showed up in about 12 minutes. Noticing that Shaw had claw marks on his side, the vet noted, "First, I get a call about a young German Shepherd and young Gray Wolf bleeding from the cheek and neck, and now, an Irish Wolfhound bleeding from the side. Hmm." She then shrugged it off, and got to work on treating the injury.
As the vet was finishing her work, Shaw looked away from her, to make a look of disgust, and thought, "Some day, Lupus. I will bring Jocelyn's carcass to my owner, even if I have to drag your corpse along as well. Some day." He then looked back at the vet, with more of a look of being grateful, and licked her as a thanks for treating his wound. A few minutes later, the vet drove off, back to her work area in the city.
Shaw's owner then looked down at him, and stated, "I wonder, how on Earth, did you, Shaw, get that claw mark?" He decided to shrug it off, and went to sit down, and read for a while.
As for Shaw, he walked over, next to the chair his master was sitting in, laid down, and closed his eyes, thinking, "Some day, I'll have her corpse here," as he fell asleep.
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THE END
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Reply, leave your comment, and opinion on what you think of this tale, if you wish.
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Anyway, this is a fan fic I decided to make that describes what exactly happened between Shaw leaving his owner's house on the outskirts of Gruteley, to find that wolf figure the man practically never stops talkin' about. Enjoy.
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One day, while a male, Irish Wolfhound, by the name of Shaw, and his owner, were at their home on the outskirts of Gruteley, Shaw and his owner were having their lunch.
While the two were eating, Shaw's owner once again, began to murmur, though Shaw could hear him, "What exactly was that wolf figure? I know it was real and I wasn't seeing things. I should've gone after it. Probably too late now, but it still makes me wonder."
As Shaw heard this, he thought, while rolling his eyes a bit, "There, my master goes again with talkin' about some wolf he saw that one day when he came back from a hunting trip, where he and his friends bagged two full-grown wolves."
About 15 minutes later, Shaw and his owner had finished their lunch. After Shaw's bowl and his owner's plate and cup were washed, Shaw and his owner went out into the living room, where there was a fireplace, and above it, the head of a male deer, mounted on the wall. Shaw then laid on his belly, next to one of the chairs. As Shaw's owner sat down in one of the few chairs in the room, he leaned his cheek upon his left fist, which was propped on the left arm of the chair, and was in a pose as if deep in thought.
"I've shot, and caught so many animals, and vaguely one has ever gotten away, thanks to Shaw's help." Shaw's owner noted, as he pondered over the figure. "However, I'm not sure if that wolf figure was real, or just a mere illusion brought on by my mind. It looked so real, yet it was there for a second and gone in the next."
Shaw then figured, and thought, "I'd say it's about time someone does something to uncover the truth about this wolf figure. My poor master saw it once, but claims he can't find it. Since he doesn't seem to be doing much about it, I suppose it's up to me to reveal whether or not he was merely imagining the wolf."
Shaw then got up, and walked to the front door. He then pawed at it several times, until his owner looked over at him. "What is it, Shaw?" he asked. "Do you want to go out?" Shaw nodded then pointed to himself. "You want to go out alone?" Shaw's owner questioned. Shaw's owner then began to think about this. After a couple of seconds, he stated, "Okay, you may go, Shaw. However, please return by tomorrow morning."
Shaw nodded in response, showing that he will return by the morrow. He then stepped through the doggy door, which his owner was decent enough to install, and began walking out from the front porch of the house, along the road, away from Gruteley.
About 30 minutes into his walk, Shaw had caught whiff of a scent he had detected many times before. "I smell...wolf, a live one." he stated. He then began to follow the trail of the scent.
About 25 minutes later, the scent of a live wolf had brought Shaw to what was clearly a farm. "That's odd. Aside from maybe stealing chickens or ruining livestock, when or why would a wolf come to a farm?" Shaw asked himself. He thought it over for about a minute, shrugged his shoulders, and followed the scent into the property of the farm, known as Dearly Farm.
As he walked around the barn, following the scent, Shaw saw a distance away from him, out in the field, in bright daylight, a young, female Gray Wolf. "The trail leads right to her." Shaw thought. "Maybe she's the figure." He then began to slowly sneak up to the wolf, but then thought, "However, how can I be sure, without learning a bit of info on her, first?" He then stood up on all fours, and calmly walked up to the young, female wolf, and tried to politely greet, "Good afternoon, dear."
The young, female wolf, by the name of Jocelyn, was a bit startled by this sudden, unknown voice, turned around and saw a male, Irish Wolfhound, about 1 1/4 inch taller than her, looking down at her with eyes that seemed to be gentle. "Uhh...hi." she somewhat nervously replied.
"Tell, me dear, what is your name, if I may ask?" Shaw questioned the female wolf.
"J-Jocelyn." Jocelyn answered, a bit nervous. There was something about this Irish Wolfhound that seemed to make her feel a bit uncomfortable, but she couldn't exactly figure it out. "W-What's yours?" she asked.
"My name, is Shaw, dear." Shaw responded. "Mind if we walk and talk a bit?"
"S-Sure, Shaw." Jocelyn stated, a bit unsure about this Wolfhound.
The two then began to walk about the farm, Shaw, often standing to Jocelyn's right, or whichever side several pups could see her, had he not been on that side. Shaw and Jocelyn ended up talking about things like the weather, and a small chat began. Eventually, in the chat, Shaw decided to ask, "Tell me, Jocelyn, why are you living on a farm and not in the wild, if you are a wolf?"
Jocelyn frowned, gulped a bit, and answered, "Well, you see, Shaw, I...I ran away from home."
Shaw tilted his head a bit, and questioned, "Was there something wrong with your parents?"
Jocelyn almost immediately shook her head, and stated, "Oh, no. Definitely not, Shaw. I loved them very much. It's just that, one morning, we all woke to the sound of gunshots, and tried to escape from the area around our family den. However, my parents got shot by human hunters, and I was the only survivor. " Jocelyn then lowered her head a bit, and began to weep a bit due to remembering the terrible event that separated her from her parents.
"Really?" Shaw replied, raising an eyebrow. "Did any hunters pursue you?"
"I don't think so. I was too focused on running away as mom and dad told me to do. I stayed by my mom's side for a moment, as she was slowly dying. However, then she told me to run, and I did. As I ran, I heard another gunshot, and that meant that my parents were, from then on, dead."
"Looks like she is the one," Shaw thought. He then grinned deviously, and extended his front claws a bit, as he kept walking alongside Jocelyn.
Jocelyn noticed that Shaw was smiling a bit suspiciously, and had his front claws slightly extended. "Uhh, Shaw. What's going on?" Jocelyn asked. "Why are you smiling like that, and why are your front claws extended a bit?"
"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing, dear." Shaw reassured her. "Nothing you need to worry about." He then thought, "Nothing you need to worry about as soon as you're dead. Heh" He then stopped walking as Jocelyn kept walking forward. Shaw waited a few seconds, then lowered his body to the ground, prepared to pounce towards Jocelyn.
However, being a wolf, Jocelyn could practically sense that Shaw felt or seemed a bit stranger than before, as if, a bit more intimidating. She stopped for a second, turned around, and saw Shaw, low to the ground, and ready to pounce. She could see that his eyes were no longer gentle, but rather those of a predator when it has caught sight of its prey, and those eyes were looking right at her.
Jocelyn then gulped, nervously stated, as she began to back away slowly, "Well, Shaw, I'd like to stay and chat a bit more, but I think I need to leave. Eh-heh. Like, right now." And with that, Jocelyn dashed away from Shaw, as fast as she could. However, a few seconds after Jocelyn ran away, Shaw began to pursue her around the farm.
It seemed as though Shaw was getting closer to Jocelyn by the minute. Soon, he came within a foot of her, and chuckled, "You're mine, now dear. Hehheh"
Jocelyn could sense that Shaw was really close to her. She then cried out, "Help! Anybody, help!"
As Jocelyn called out for help, a young, male German Shepherd, by the name of Lupus, sat up from reading "Call of the Wild" by Jack London, and perked his ears. "Sounds like Jocelyn's in trouble." he figured. Lupus and Jocelyn were old friends. "Buck's story will have to wait. I need to save Jocelyn from whatever danger she's in." He then closed "Call of the Wild", and gently set it down in the hay on the barn floor.
Lupus then quickly walked out of the barn, and within a minute, could see Jocelyn a somewhat small distance away, running from a gray-furred, male quadruped, who was about a foot away from her. Seeing this figure pursuing Jocelyn made Lupus a bit irritated. He then began to dart right for the space between Jocelyn and the figure.
Shaw was right on Jocelyn's tail. "There's no escape, dear. hehheh." he chuckled. Shaw was about ready to pounce while he ran, when Lupus stopped right between him and Jocelyn. Though Shaw ended up bumping into Lupus, the male German Shepherd didn't fall over on his side. Shaw, however, was knocked back a couple of inches from the impact.
Jocelyn practically detected another figure behind her, and she felt as though Shaw was no longer chasing her. She stopped running, turned around, and saw Lupus, standing tall on all fours, looking directly at Shaw.
"What is your name, Wolfhound?" Lupus interrogated Shaw, with a bit of a threatening tone.
"The name's Shaw!" Shaw responded, angered by Lupus for getting in the way. "And what would your name be, pesky German Shepherd?"
"The name is Lupus." Lupus replied, glaring at Shaw. "As in Canis lupus, the scientific name of the Gray Wolf."
"heh I wonder why someone would name a domestic dog something like that?" Shaw scoffed.
"In case you haven't noticed, Shaw, all dogs revert back to the wild. It is in their blood." Lupus explained, still irritated at Shaw. "Can't you see it, in any of us here?"
Shaw turned his sights between Lupus, and Jocelyn, who was on the other side of Lupus. He then stood up, and looked down at Lupus, who was an inch smaller than him. "All I see is my next game to catch, and a German Shepherd, who clearly doesn't know his rightful place." Shaw stated. He then brought up a paw and pointed to Jocelyn, and added, "And that is one game, I'd like to take home myself, dead and in one piece."
Both Lupus and Jocelyn understood what Shaw meant. While Jocelyn lowered her body a bit and shook in fear, Lupus glared at Shaw, showed his teeth, and through clenched jaws, threatened, "If you lay a single claw or fang upon Jocelyn's neck, back, chest, whatever, I..am going to rip your throat with my own fangs and claws! "
"heh. Now I know why you were called Lupus. Because you act like a mere wild, wolf. hehheh" Shaw chuckled.
"Only when threatened, intimidated, or challenged, Shaw!" Lupus responded, still showing his teeth, and beginning to growl a bit.
"Heh. Oh well, I only need to bring home her carcass." Shaw began as he eyed Jocelyn. "But, it'd be nice to have my own prize or bonus for this hunt. Hehheh" He then eyed down at Lupus, who kinda did look like a wolf that was defending its territory from another creature, aside from humans.
Lupus instantly knew what he meant by that last statement, and, although it did bring him a small amount of fear, Lupus still growled, showed his teeth, glared at Shaw, and extended his claws. "As the phrase goes, Shaw, 'If you want to get to her, you're gonna have to go through me, first!'" Lupus announced.
"With ease, I'm sure." Shaw replied, rolling his eyes, since he noticed that Lupus actually thought he had a chance against an Irish Wolfhound least a whole inch taller than him, and skilled in acquiring and killing game such as wolves. Shaw then extended his claws as well, and the two then stared at each other, like two duelists in a gun fight before the draw.
Then, they began to actually walk in a circle, while keeping an eye on each other. As Jocelyn didn't entirely know what to do, she just stood there, a couple of inches away from where the duel was. As Shaw had made it to where Lupus had stood, he made a quick, kicking motion with his rear, right leg, and hit Jocelyn, which sent her flying backwards a bit, and landed on her side, wounded from the fall, but also a small cut mark, from Shaw's extended claws, on her chest.
Lupus went a bit wide-eyed at what Shaw had done. He then glared and growled even more ferociously at Shaw for this unexpected kick towards Jocelyn. He extended his claws more, to where he couldn't extend them anymore without hurting himself.
"Wow. Can someone call the vet? Because I think someone needs a rabies shot or somethin'. hehheh" Shaw chuckled.
"Shaw! You listen here, and you listen GOOD!" Lupus ordered, yelling at Shaw. "This duel is between you and ME! Leave Jocelyn OUT OF IT!" He then pounced with all his strength and agility towards Shaw, and got Shaw onto his back, on the ground. "You harmed Jocelyn, so I will HARM you!" Lupus then got ready to dig his jaw or claws into Shaw's fur. However, just as he was about to leave a scratch or claw mark, Shaw was able to push him off, and Lupus flew a couple of inches away. Lupus landed on his side, but within 3 seconds, was back on all fours, as if the toss meant nothing.
"Now it's my turn, you lousy German Shepherd!" Shaw responded, as he pounced onto Lupus with all of his strength. "This will be too easy." he chuckled, as he looked down to Lupus, who he had pinned and who was struggling to free himself. "You have clearly wasted your life, Lupus, and now it shall end." He then opened his jaws, and was lowering them to the neck, when Lupus was able to claw Shaw in his side, using one of his rear legs, claws extended.
"Gah!" Shaw exclaimed as he felt pain in his side, after Lupus clawed it. "Why, you little-! " He then brought up a paw, claws extended, and swung at Lupus's head. The claws ended up getting Lupus in the cheek, which left a few claw marks.
However, since Shaw had been weakened, and he didn't have all four legs down, Lupus was able to launch Shaw over his head, using his rear legs. Shaw flew about 13 inches through the air, and landed on his side, the weakened one. As Shaw landed hard, Lupus then got up on all fours, blood starting to slowly leak out of the claw marks on his cheek, and a few drops of blood falling from his head, onto the grass.
"Ah! The pain!" Shaw exclaimed as he landed on his weakened side from the launch. Shaw then began trying to slowly get up, onto four legs. As he did this, Lupus began to walk up to Shaw, ready to finish him.
"After what you did to Jocelyn there, which was unfair, since it wasn't part of OUR duel, I can barely forgive you, and so, Shaw, you shall die." Lupus stated as he opened his jaws and was preparing to place them around Shaw's neck.
However, by this time, Jocelyn had gotten up onto all fours, and saw the blood dripping from Lupus's cheek, while she herself, was slightly bleeding from a mark on her chest, but not as deep as Lupus's mark. She then noticed that Shaw had ended up on his back, and was weak at the moment, slowly trying to get up. Jocelyn also heard what Lupus stated as he drew nearer to Shaw, who was about half-way onto all fours. She then cried, "No, Lupus, please don't kill him!"
Lupus stopped in his tracks, looked back to Jocelyn, and asked, "What did you say, Jocelyn? You don't want me to kill him? After what did to you and planned on doing?"
Jocelyn nodded, and stated, "Please don't kill him. At least, not now. He's too weak at the moment."
"Of course, he's weak, dear." Lupus replied, as he grinned. "That's the easiest time to finish off one's opponent."
Though she was slightly bleeding from the chest, Jocelyn walked up to Lupus, stopped in front of him, while Shaw was behind him, and pleaded, "Just please don't kill Shaw now, Lupus. He's far too weak. Also, I'm positive he still has an owner, or else he wouldn't have called me as 'game'. Just please, Lupus, don't kill him now."
Lupus turned his head a bit, to look at Shaw, who was still trying to get up. He then looked back at Jocelyn, who was about a 1/4 of an inch smaller than him. He then sighed, and stated, "Okay, Jocelyn. If you suggest that I let him live now, then I will."
As he said this, Shaw responded, "Indeed, I do have an owner, Jocelyn." A few seconds later, he was back on all fours, but a bit low, because of the pain in his side. He turned around to face Jocelyn and Lupus, and added, "Why do you think I'm hunting you, hmm? If you wish to know, my master and his friends were the ones who killed your parents. Ever since that day, he's been mumbling on about seeing the figure of a young wolf in the distance. And clearly, that figure was you." He then began to step closer, but cringed in pain when he took two steps forward.
Lupus then turned around to face Shaw, stood up on all fours, and told him, "It's no use, Shaw. You're far too weak in a condition to even resist your own pain. Go home now, before you get into even more pain and perhaps, even death, just for pushing your body beyond its limits." Blood was still slightly and slowly dripping from Lupus's cheek when he said this, but it was starting to slow down, and it didn't have a distinct effect on him.
Shaw then heaved in anger towards Lupus, his shoulders bobbing up and down, then made a sudden exhale through the nose, his shoulders now still. "Fine, Lupus. I shall leave now, but only to heal myself. For I shall bring that game to my master before he dies." he warned. "And I am bringing her to my master, dead and in one piece. Someday." He then turned around, and began walking back to his home, on the outskirts of Gruteley.
As he was leaving, Lupus calmed himself down, and looked towards Jocelyn, and asked, "How on Earth could you forgive him after what he planned and plans on doing to you, and what he did to you during our duel, dear?"
Jocelyn, who was crying a bit, after having learned that Shaw's owner and his friends had killed her parents, answered, "I don't entirely forgive him, Lupus. I'm not even sure if he'd accept it."
"I doubt he would." Lupus commented.
"However," Jocelyn resumed. "He still has an owner, who no doubt, cares about him. And this is only the first day in which we encountered him. He still has a home, an owner, and, perhaps some form of a family, and a few years left to live. He might have tried to kill me, but he deserves to at least live for a while longer. "
Lupus then sighed once more, and responded, "Indeed, Jocelyn. That Shaw still has an owner, who, by the looks of it, cares for him. He does still have at least a good home and a decent master. So, you're right that I shouldn't take away that life so soon. But if he gets anywhere far closer to killing you than he was today, I'm seriously gonna either rip his throat or tear off one of his ears or claws, if I can."
"And that'll be the day I will let you kill him, if you wish, Lupus." Jocelyn calmly replied. "But, for now, let's allow him to return home to his master, and just enjoy life here at the farm." As she said this, Jocelyn remembered the claw mark on her chest, which was almost done bleeding, and those on Lupus's cheek, some of which were still slowly bleeding. "And of course, go ask the Dearlys to patch us up."
Lupus nodded in agreement, "Indeed, dear. Let's go get ourselves healed up." And with that, Lupus and Jocelyn began to make their way to the Dearly house. Once there, Lupus pawed at the door, and Nanny answered it. Seeing that Jocelyn and Lupus were bleeding a bit, she called Roger and Anita, who came down, and saw Lupus and Jocelyn bleeding and wounded with claw marks.
As they looked at the two, Lupus just seemed to whimper a bit in pain, looking up to them. They then decided to call the vet, who showed up in about 15 minutes. The vet washed the marks and the surrounding fur of both Lupus and Jocelyn with soap and water a bit, as well as any other area of fur that got blood on it. After that, she took a couple of bandages, and placed them on top of the claw marks. One for Jocelyn, and about 2 for Lupus. Once she was done, she gently petted the fur on both Jocelyn and Lupus's head, who both gave her a bit of a lick as a thanks for taking care of the claw marks. About a minute later, the vet was driving off, back to her workplace.
Meanwhile, due to his weakened condition and injured side, it took Shaw about an hour to get back home. As he walked through the doggy door, his owner was in the living room, and noticed that Shaw was hurt, and that there was a claw mark on his side, that was bleeding a bit. "Shaw, what happened?" his owner asked. Shaw was a bit too weak to reply in any way. He just made his way next to the chair his owner sat in earlier in the day, and dropped to the floor.
Shaw's owner then decided to call the vet, just like the Dearlys did. The vet showed up in about 12 minutes. Noticing that Shaw had claw marks on his side, the vet noted, "First, I get a call about a young German Shepherd and young Gray Wolf bleeding from the cheek and neck, and now, an Irish Wolfhound bleeding from the side. Hmm." She then shrugged it off, and got to work on treating the injury.
As the vet was finishing her work, Shaw looked away from her, to make a look of disgust, and thought, "Some day, Lupus. I will bring Jocelyn's carcass to my owner, even if I have to drag your corpse along as well. Some day." He then looked back at the vet, with more of a look of being grateful, and licked her as a thanks for treating his wound. A few minutes later, the vet drove off, back to her work area in the city.
Shaw's owner then looked down at him, and stated, "I wonder, how on Earth, did you, Shaw, get that claw mark?" He decided to shrug it off, and went to sit down, and read for a while.
As for Shaw, he walked over, next to the chair his master was sitting in, laid down, and closed his eyes, thinking, "Some day, I'll have her corpse here," as he fell asleep.
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THE END
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