[SplashofOrangeJuice]

To win this PH, write a story on how you came to find him,
and how he behaved when you found him.
You can also draw a picture for bonus points.

The winner will be chosen in about 1-2 weeks. C:

Good luck!

Edit: The winner has been chosen and is flyteck. Congratulations!

[Caseal<3]

"i dont want to go to the siters !" cried river a dry plauge hound i had owned for about 3 to 4 months. i rolled my eyes "you have to river im ((fin later !))

[flyteck]

The snow was fresh on the ground that day. The wind rustled the leaves that still clung to their branches. The dawn light was struggling to penetrate the thick grey clouds that rolled through the sky above. I was on my way to work; the vetrinary office. With the deaths door mice and what not the clinic was very busy. Normally, we would get household pets that had been bitten by/had bitten the mice. Sometimes, wounded plague hounds would be brought instead. Suddenly, my lunch fell out of my bag. I turned around to grab it, and met eyes with a small plague hound. It stopped, mid-reach like me, and stared. I stepped back gingerly, but even this careful motion scared the hound. It grabbed my lunch and ran, disappearing behind a building. With a sigh, I trekked on. No use, as the sandwich would be radioactive from the hounds teeth. The next day, the hound appeared again. I gave it a peice of chicken from my lunch, leaving it for the creature to eat. Within a few days, the hound was following me to and from work, expecting to be fed. It would disappear when I reached work or home, running back off into the streets. However, one day, the hound scratched at my door, refusing to leave. And so, a new friend was made.

:3

[.Saffron.]

As I walked down the corridors, I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to get fired. It would be my fault, I suppose...but it wasn't fair. All I'd done was protect the pidgeon from Jeb's cruel teasing...that wasn't bad right. I sighed heavily. There was really no use arguing with myself like this...The boss would decide. He always did.
And he was always on Jeb's side.
Really, you couldn't blame him...Jeb was his son. But that excused a little favoritism, not Jeb being a total Jerk, and really, really weird, twisted and cruel. I sighed again, and looked out of the window.
Above me, it was raining, harsh gray-black thunderclouds covering the sky. Occasionally there was a rumble, then a crack and flash of lightning. Ironic, the weather seemed to match my terrible mood.
As I looked across, I jumped. In a flash of lighting, a dog had stepped out of the shadows. But this was no ordinary dog. I recognized it immediately from the newspapers. A Plague Hound.
The hound advanced until it was standing, nose slightly pressed to the huge glass window. I gulped...but gazing into it's eyes, I felt no fear. That was when I realized it.
The eyes in the bush when I was saving the pigeon....were the eyes of the Plague Hound before me.
Gasping slightly, I pressed my hand to the glass, barely daring to move.
The hound blinked up at me, it's gaze deep. As I watched it, there was a sudden bang.
"GET IN HERE NOW!!".
The boss. Turning back to the Hound, I found that it had gone. Sighing, I ran into the Boss' room, preparing to be fired.

Later.
Would I be slightly obsessed if the first thing I did after I was fired was;
Buy a load of food (Chicken, Fish, Pasta, Bread), go walking in a thunderstorm....to find a mutant??
Maybe.
But to me, the hound wasn't a mutant. It had a strange grace, a beauty to it....that made all of the mutantness go away. I sighed, not expecting it to come.
But it, He came.
He was waiting for me, looking at me with amusement and respect, before turning and beginning to wolf the food. It was only then that I realized how skinny he was.

We went on like that. He followed me around, popping up a strange moments. But wherever he appeared, I was glad to see him, that was sure. And I always had food for him as well. As the days went by, I saw more of him, and began to learn more about Plague Hounds. He was a hawk plague hound, and he would live for around 74-140 years. Impressive. I also learnt more about him as a character. So much so, that I named him - Rijeka. I've only seen him look happier once or twice. He was over the moon when I gave him a name.
And I can still remember the day he decided to live with me. I had come home, worrying about Rijeka. I hadn't seen him all afternoon, which was odd. Shaking myself, I opened my door wearily...to see Rijeka. On my sofa.
Eating potato chips.
I broke into a smile. "Rijeka!" He gave me his goofy hound grin, and leapt up at me.
I knew it then...
I had a friend for life.

[Jenn the Psycho]

Silence... That was all I could remember... Silence... Nothing but silence...

I sat there, watching as my two year old baby girl and my husband died after being infected by a Death's Door Mouse, it was almost as if I'd gone deaf, I heard nothing that anyone said to me at first... I was furious, all I wanted was revenge against the infected, disgusting rodents, and I promised vengence, I would not let my husband and child die like this without getting my revenge.

That's how it all began, and I waited for five years, on my thirtieth birthday, I would finally get my revenge. I was called into a lab to be given the opputunity to work with a Plague Hound, if it chose me anyways. I sat in a chair, looking at a cage, I couldn't see in it, but whatever was inside was quiet energetic, ready to come out. I watched as a man, in his early thirties probably, came out from behind a door.
"You have been selected for the chance to work for your government, to work with a plague hound." He said, looking at each of us.
"Understand this though," He paused, "only one of you is going home with this hound today." He stated, then made his way to the door of the cage, and opened it. I watched as a curious young hound stepped out, looking at all of us, but his eyes lingered on me. He clipped his teeth a few times, opening and closing his mouth rapidly for a moment, then he stepped forward once more. The others around me were cooing softly to him, but he was watching me intently. I reached my hand out towards him and he moved towards me in what would be the equivelent of a human skipping. He jumped around me for a moment, then let me pet him, though his tail moved constantly, we bonded instantly, sharing the same hatred for the infected mice. I decided to name him Hania, which meant "Spirited Warrior."

I took him into my home, after a few days, he was starting to become accustomed to being inside at nightwith me. He soon was unafraid and unafected by the thought of coming into my home though. I then made a nice leather collar for him to wear, and buckled it around his neck. Perfect. I then went to my back room and grabbed a leash, it was just the perfect navy blue color. Perfect again.

Everyday from then on, we went out and hunted the terrible rodents, I wouldn't allow them to live any longer, no more, I would spend my entire life with Hania, killing the pests. Every night when we went home, he would run around the yard, then come in, jumping on my bed and laying down, sleeping with me, he never left my side if he could help it. We go out at dawn every morning, and come back in just after dark every night. We always got alot of the mice, but they seemed endless, like they'd never go away.
I've had him for about two years now, and I believe he is four years old. We've made huge progressions on killing the infected rodents, but they seem to never end... I just hope one day it all ends. But it may never end... But I can dream can't I?

So as it happens, I made a new friend two years ago on my birthday, a friend that the infected rodents couldn't kill. A crazy, overly energetic friend, but a friend none-the-less.

Silence... All I hear is sweet silence...

The world's going to end...
We're all going to die...
Don't trust anyone...
You won't ever see the light...
The world's going to die...
We're all going to end...
Trust you're instincts...
They'll lead you from the dark...
Don't listen to the silence...
You'll go insane with sanity...
The world's going to end...
We're all going to die.....

Please do not use that poem, I wrote it myself, so I'd be very glad if you didn't use or steal it... However, if you do, I'll report your topic/post/whatever for it.

I'm resigning. I have two, I need to slow down xP

[Maddyoll]

Decided not to~

GL guys!

[tolkien quitting]

Danielle raced through the dark, disease filled streets, her scarf was wrapped around her mouth as she coughed and sputtered. Tears streamed down her face as she escaped the wrath of the blasted rats.
"Dad!" She called, the scarf muffled her little shouts, "Daddy!" Danielle ran into the open door of her house, "Dad?" She called,
"D- No!" She stopped in her tracks and dropped to her knees, "Damn rats!" she flailed her arms to scare them away.
The people of the town gathered at her door step, she glared at them, I'm an orphan. she thought to herself. Whispers flooded her ears, "What's going to happen?" she asked,
"We don't know." The voice echoed in her mind.

Years later

Dear diary,

It's been four years since my parents died. I'm known as the street rat now, I can't live like this anymore. In this alleyway, it's dark and i keep seeing rats, and these eyes keep following me. In the shadows.
I think it's rats. Or a Plague Hound. I don't think it has a savior, but I'm going to find out.
-Dani.

She put the pencil back behind her ear and got up, Danielle sighed and looked around for the eyes, There! She thought and slowly trod to near where they where, "Who- What are you?"
The eyes blinked slowly, and shifted slightly to the right. Danielle slowly turned her head and looked on a trash can,
"Aaah!" She shrieked and fell back as the immense Plague Hound lept above her, It growled and tore at the rats. Gasping she covered her mouth and nose to protect herself from the plague. Danielle scrambled up, she watched him kill the last rat and return to her. She slowly raised her hand and ran her fingers across the Hound's tattered, unkempt fur,
"Thankyou." She whispered, He nodded, his tail swished smoothly.

[§Nevermore.Hautbois§]

How much time left do I have to write a story for this guy? (:

[SplashofOrangeJuice]

I think I'll end it Thursday(1/19), and choose a winner by Monday(1/23). ^^;

[tolkien quitting]

winner still needs to be chosen xP