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[Kinzy]

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Jack: The Beginning

The rain beat down on the windows of the car. Jack didn't know what was going on as his master drove through the storm. He didn't talk, or have the radio on like normal. Jack didn't bounce around like normal either. He sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the gray sky. Thunder boomed and Jack whimpered and cowered in the seat. "It's okay, boy," his master assured him. With this bit of comfort, Jack closed his eyes and dosed, assured that he was safe.
Jack awoke to the slow and stop of the car. They weren't home. They were at a strange place. All he could see was the bright street light casting it's light in the dreary rain that had slowed to a drizzle. His master opened the door and called for him to join him in the rain. Obidiently, Jack followed. His paws splashed the fresh puddles so they muddied. Jack's master bent down and petted Jack's head. "Stay."
Jack's master walked to the car, got back in and left. Jack watched after his master. He watched until the gray light of dawn broke through the black of a rainy night. Jack had been shivering for hours, and couldn't feel his toes. He finally stood, tail dripping wet and dragging the ground, head hung low. He slunk into an alley, not knowing what else to do. He looked around and noticed a soggy cardbourd box. He wedged himself inside the tiny wet box, and only succeded in tearing the box in two. He collapsed into the alley and the box fell on top of him. Jack didn't move. He just lay there, whimpering until he was asleep.
Jack awoke later that day. The rain had stopped comepletely and the sun had warmed the box above him. He wriggled out from underneath it and shook his damp fur. His blue, black and white pelt looked ragged from the night under the box. He turned and looked back at the street. His master still wasn't there. He lowered his head to lap from a puddle, rippling his reflection.
Jack straitened up and looked about. He saw a cat rifleing through a trash can nearby. He padded forward, trying to sniff about as well. The large yellow tabby hissed at him, puffing up so he looked huge. Jack whimpered and ran away. He crossed the street and ran into the next dark alley he could find. Here, he found no cats. Jack sighed his relief and let his eyes adjust to the dim light.
When he could see, Jack noticed an abundance of trashcans. Copying the cat, he edged up to one of the steel containers and pushed on it. Still being just a pup, he wasn't very big or strong. The can rattled a little, but didn't topple. Jack whined and shoved again with all his might. The container toppled down, knocking another on it's way. Three more fell like dominoes, causing Jack to jump away. A door he hadn't noticed before slammed open and a man leaned out. "Keep it down out there!" he yelled.
Jack cowered down until the man slammed the door back shut. Slowly, he slunk back to the spilled trash, rifling through the garbage. He found little. A few trashy scraps of clothes, some stale chips and a couple stale french-fries. He gobbled down the food and scampered away, skidding through the trash.
The next few months of little Jack's life continued this way. He grew slowly, growing scrawnier and weaker with each passing day. Then he dicovered something...
One summer night Jack was trotting through a neighborhood he hadn't been to before. He was little under a year and still had his puppyish charm, but his gaunt frame was merely draped by his scruffy coat. His blue eyes were dull as he slipped under a loose fence. He curled himself under the scrawny shrub. It hardly covered his body. He closed his eyes, whishing the world away. The next morning he awoke with a bowl of kibble and water in front of him. Nobody was around. He slunk out from under the shrub and lapped the water a little. He sniffed the dry kibble and it brought back the memory of his master leaving him in the rain. He shook his head and nibbled the kibble some.
Jack learned to find houses that gave out food. He made a stop at each whenever he was hungry. He played with the children and dozed with the elderly. He was a "neighborhood dog." One day, he decided to try a new house...
Jack, now a year old was healthier than he had been since his master abandoned him. His coat shined and his eyes were no longer dull. A new family moved into a previously empty house. He noticed a child playing in the backyard and lept the neat white picket fence. The child screamed and a lady grabbed it up and slammed the door in her hurry to get in. It wasn't long before a big black van pulled up and. A man jumped out with a long metal pole with a wire loop on the end. He slowly aproached Jack and eased the loop around the clueless dog. He tightrened the wire and led him to the van. Jack stopped when the man wanted him to get in the van. He remembered his last car ride. He whined and struggled, trying to slip the loop over his head. The man finally just picked him up and threw him in a crate, seeing as he wasn't very large. The man shut the van doors and drove away. Jack cried in his crate, going back to the day he was abandoned.
When the van finally stopped, Jack was led with the pole to a white room where people in white coats checked him over. When they were assured he was healthy, he was led to a small metal cage with an iron bar door. A bowl of food and water was placed inside and he was left to bark and whine with the other caged dogs.

[Kinzy]

Jack: The Pound

Jack's cage was cramped. He was a big dog in a small container. Nobody ever took him out. He was on a bottom row, so adopters never saw him. When they did, he immense size and odd colors frightened them. Once, somebody actually took him out. It was a man, a beast of one at that. He had yellowish-brown eyes and no hair. He was skinny, nearly every bone in his body was showing. He slouched and scuffed his feet when he walked. Jack immediantly disliked the man. He smelled like death warmed over.
Jack was put on a short leash and led to a small white room with toys, food, and water. It smelled like antiseptic mixed with puppy pee. The man sat in a plush chair against the wall and Jack's leash was taken off. The man grinned at him with teeth yellow and rotten. Jack laid his ears flat and backed away, tail tucked. This man didn't seem nice at all.
"C'mere, Mutt," the man said. His voice was rough and scratchy, his hate for all things alive poured from his mouth. The man's bad breath reached Jack's nostrils, causing him to crinkle his nose. The man laughed. "Do I smell bad? Your not a rose either." He stood and walked over to Jack, scuffing his feet slowly.
The man bent down and placed a filthy hand on Jack's head. Jack jerked away and bolted to the other side of the room, scattering the food. He backed into a corner, tail tucked so far between his legs he was likely to tickle his chin with it.
"Your a wimp, you know?" The man rumbled. "If you don't get over here I'll say you bit me, Mutt."
Jack squinched his eyes shut and hunched close to the floor. He began to whine, something he rarely ever did. The man scuffed over to Jack and bent down, breathing his smelly tuna-breath into Jack's face. "You ain't no good anyway." He cuffed Jack over the head. Jack twisted his head around, fierce eyes ablaze with hate. He clamped his teeth down on the man's bony hand, feeling the sickening crunch of bones breaking. He immediantly spat the hand out, the taste was so off-putting. The man began yelling and kicked Jack in the stomach, sending him scurrying away. As a worker ran in the room with a muzzle, Jack exploded out under her legs in a blur of blue and black. The worker screamed, "He's loose! Somebody catch him!"
Jack looked over his shoulder and saw the man holding his shattered hand, blood pouring freely from it. He looked forward just in time to dodge another worker with a catching pole. His claws clicked on the tile floor as he barreled down the hall, quickly aproaching a turn lined with workers ready to catch him.
Jack skidded to a stop, slamming his already sore side into a wall. Fear showed in Jack's wide blue eyes. The crowd slowly moved for him, catch poles and nets raised. Jack slowly stepped back, and the workers stepped forward. Out of ideas, Jack raised his hackles, growling.
"That demon needs to be put down!"
Jack barked at the workers, stepping forward. The workers stepped back, fear wafing off of them in waves. An idea entered Jack's brain. He feinted a charge, barking and growling madly. He stopped just outside of capture range. Half the workers ran away, the other half slammed down their nets and poles. In the confusion, Jack sprinted through a gap in workers, skittering down the hall. He rounder another corner before faced with a door. He skidded to a stop in front of it, sides heaving. He blinked, unsure how to get through it. On the other side he could hear a bell jingle, and behind him the thud thud thud of aproaching workers. Spurred by fear, he pushed the swinging double doors and exploded into a lobby with carpeted floors and a receptionist behind a fancy desk. "Oh," she said as she raised her hand to her chest. Jack looked around and saw the door that jingled being held open by a stunned visitor. Jack barreled through the door, throwing the visitor off balance. The workers rushed out behind him, but Jack was in his element.
Jack crossed the street, dodging a few cars and diving into a yard. He jumped a few fences on his way across the neighborhood, not knowing where he was. Finally, he came to the end of the yards and faced a busy street. He looked behind him and saw he was not closely pursued. He turned and walked down the nearly empty sidewalk. He waited at a stoplight, not knowing what it was. He just didn't want to run across in front of moving vehicles.
Jack crossed the street and saw a fenced in park. He saw other dogs of-leash and a forest, or atleast a patch of trees beyond. He easily cleared the fence and trotted slowly toward the trees. He wanted nothing but to rest in safety.

[Kinzy]

Jack: The Park Life

After crossing the park, Jack lept the fence. The trees were thin and large here, the ground was covered in crunchy leaves and sticks. His now tender paws were made sore by the sticks. In the distance the sweet smell of pine wafed into his nostrils. Jack wagged his tail and began trotting much faster.
Birds flitted happily through the trees, tweeting their songs to him. The ground changed from sticks and leaves to springy pine needles. The soft ground excited Jack. He hadn't felt anything quite like this before. He could still smell the dogs in the park; he hadn't traveled far, maybe just a half mile. Maybe. A little stream flowed through the woods and away from the park, split by a hollowed rock. The stream wasn't very deep, but it was cool, clear and fresh. Small minnows flitted in the water, the silver schools moving as one. Jack leaped the narrow stream and sniffed around the rock cave. A stale scent of some kind lingered nearby, but nothing fresh.
Jack poked his head into the rock cave, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. As he moved in, allowing the light to get past his fuzzy body, Jack saw shelf-like bits of rock jutting out. The cave itself seemed to go deeper than it looked from outside. It seemed a past inhabitant had made it larger. In the back of the cave, a small tunnel gusted fresh air into Jacks face. The tunnel was very narrow and jack could barley fit his head through. Contemplating if it would be of any use, Jack curled in the corner of the cave farthest from the blasts of cool air. The sun shone in through the opening of the cave and warmed Jacks multi-color pelt. The warmth made him drowsy, so he closed his eyes and drifted gently off into sleep.
When he awoke, it was night. The unfamiliar humm of crickets and the croaks of bullfrogs wove an unfamiliar tune in the air. Jack stood, stretching each legs in turn and yawned, his sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight. He padded onto the small island he now called home. Lightening bugs danced lazily above the water, their lights reflecting in the rippling stream. The smooth surface was broke by the occasional rocks and bordered by cattail reeds and roots from nearby trees. The beautiful sight kept Jack's attention for a moment until the call of a lonely owl echoed across the night.
The sound frightened Jack some. He hadn't heard it before, and thought maybe it was dangerous. Nervously, he leaped his little stream and headed back to the park. He thought perhaps there may be food there. He cringed with each step as he left the springy needle-covored ground and entered the stick and leaf-littered wood. It wasn't long before the fence that surrounded the park came into view.
Eager for the relief of the grass on his tender pads, Jack sped into a lope and cleared the chain-link fence with ease. He landed with ease and rolled in the refreshing grass, kicking his legs happily in the air. He woofed quietly before getting to his feet and looking around. The park was empty except for a lonely newspaper blowing in the breeze, suspended in air monetarily before getting caught on a tree limb.
Jack sniffed around on the ground, looking for dropped treats or leftover food. He found some stale french fries around a park bench, but noth much else. He looked down the road. No cars were out and the lonely street lamps cast their pools of light on a lonely street.
Jack lept the closed gate to the park and trotted slowly down the rough pavement, his nails clicking the only audible sound on the deserted streets. He sniffed around, catching no fresh scent amongst the jumble of smells. He lifted his soft muzzle from the ground, eyes scanning the empty streets. His light blue eyes scanning for any signs of food. A few stale fries weren't going to fill him up.
Spying a familiar alley, Jack sucked in his breath and prepared for the flood of memories. The rain, the hopelessness, barely scraping by. Shaking his head to clear the onslaught of memories, Jack crossed the street and entered the lonely alley. A stray cat hissed at him from atop a trashcan, provoking a growl from Jack. The cat puffed up and hissed back, shredding the air with it's claws.
Angered immensly, Jacke leaped atop the metal container, sending the cat scurrying. He snarled at the fleeing cat before lepaing of the trash can, sending it crashing to the ground. Just as he was about to chase the annoying vermin, the scent of a half eaten hamburger waffed his way. He turned and nosed in the trash, uncovering his hidden jewel and devouring it quickly.
Ketchup had smeared on Jack's lips, and mustard on his nose. He was licking off the mustard when a door swung open, a scrawny man looked out, a bat in hand. He saw Jack and all his wolfishness with ketchup stains on his lips. In the dim light, he mistook Jack for a demon dog with blood smeared on his maw.
The man screamed, throwing his bat at Jack. The bat thwacked him across the forhead, sending him into a fit of snarls and yelps. By the time Jack collected himself the man had slammed the door and disapeared. Jack shooked his head and trotted down the alley. The cat was long gone, and Jack was stil hungry. The alley came to a dead end, and the only direction other than back he way he came was up a fire escape. He turned back.
As Jack aproached the street, a car zoomed by, splashing water from an oily puddle into the alley. Jack snorted in disgust and trotted slowly down the street, unsure as what to do. Looking both ways, he saw nothing but the red dots of tail lights fading in the distance.
Sighing, Jack padded down the sidewalk. He looked up, unable to see much through the lights of the city. For some odd reason, he longed to go back to the litle rock cave he had discovered earlier. Turning, he bounded down the street. He lept over the park fence and bounded across the soft grass, leaping the other side of the fence with ease. He landed akwardly, his feet scooting about on sticks. His pads were worn down raw, and left little spots of blood as he hurridly trotted to the softer pine needle floor.
Sighing as he reached the pine needled floor, he sped up eagerly speeding through the forest. Reaching the little stream that forked around his little island and met together, he leaped across and landed gracefully. He laid down, rolling on his back in oue ecstasy. He opened his eyes to something he never expected to see.

[Kinzy]

Dapa


Dapa was returning to an old hideout he hadn't visited in nearly six months. And here, this blue, black and white wolf-dog was rolling on his little island. The other canine smelled of the city, and faintly blood. Dapa noticed it's pawpads were smeared with blood. Had it been fighting?
Dapa raised his blonde hackles, splotched legs spread wide. Snarling, Dapa considered ending the frightened trespasser. But this canine seemed merely confused, not angry at all. It rolled over and the scent of human food and of the human placed rolled off him in waves, causing Dapa's nose tto wrinkle even more.
"What are you doing here?" Dapa asked, his voice a smooth as the water rippling around the stones in the creek. The canine stood up strait. The other wolve stood as tall, if not taller than Dapa. But it looked like he had no clue what to do. Then, the other canine spoke.
"I live here," he said, his voice a deep baritone. "Why are you here?" he asked as he leaned forward, snarling. He certainly was larger than Dapa, but fear rolled off of him and mingled with the scent of humans. Dapa took advantage of the unsure wolf snarling as he charged the blue trespasser. He was suprised at the strength his competitor showed as he rolled through the tackle and ended with him on top of Dapa.
"This is my territory!" Dapa roared in outrage. He struggled against the larger canine, kicking at his lean stomach with strong spotted legs. The blue wolf-dog smiled, his pearly white daggers showing. "It is not. It is mine. Isn't this how the rule goes? The winner gets the prize?" Dapa struggled beneath the weight of his attacker, managing to squirm away from the male, realizing he was released momentarily afterward.
Dapa turned, his short, gray-tipped, bob tail swishing as he did so, his speckled flanks reflecting the light of the moon. The blue brute was sitting, staring at him with aqua eyes. His stomach was sucked in, his ribs showing. His long fur was thin and raggedy and seemed to be merely draped across his gaunt frame. The wolf-dog was well muscled, but they were deteriorating quickly.
Dapa, on the other had had short, sleek fur and full muscles. His stomach was lean, but full. And his eyes gleamed with the light of a healthy dog.
A twinge of sorrow pinged in Dapa's heart. This was a pet, not a wild dog. Or maybe a stray. He didn't look tame at all. It didn't look like he knew how to survive at all. He looked starved, his hollow eyes sunk into his head.
Dapa wondered if he should help this wolf-dog?

[Kinzy]

Well, what does everybody think so far? I don't really know how long this will be, so I think having a bunch of posts between chapters would make it sloppy and hard to read. Maybe everybody coild PM me with comments. I've only had one person actually do it >_>

Jack & Dapa

Jack panted, his tired muscles bulging under his raggedy pelt. This wild dog looked healthy and full, not like Jack himself did. He knew this dog wouldn't help him, not after the fight he just lost. Jack stood to turn, but he was halted by a murmered sentence.
"How did you get in that condition? Did your humans throw you out?" Dapa looked over the skinny wolf-dog's body again. His hips were mounds risen over his back and the pale moonlight still casting a long shadow over his back. He cringed slightly at Dapa's words. Dapa figured that's what had happened and decided to not touch on the subject anymore.

[Foxanna]

Well, what does everybody think so far? I don't really know how long this will be, so I think having a bunch of posts between chapters would make it sloppy and hard to read. Maybe everybody coild PM me with comments. I've only had one person actually do it >_>

Can I post?
I think your stories are EPIC. I love how you did it all. <3

[Kinzy]

Well, of course. You are the designer of Jack. Thanks soo much <3

[Foxanna]

Well, of course. You are the designer of Jack. Thanks soo much <3

Yeah. xD No problem. <3 I love writing too!

[ātlas]

I love this. Keep making more stories.