8D Meh Contest Story!!!!
Username: Demonofthenightsun
What will you name the pet: Alvar
Why are you joining the contest: Because I envy the foxys beauty and my father refuses to let me have a real pet, as well as I think He would be a brilliant story character!
Your story:
Rain pelted down from the dark mightyt heaves, dancing across the cold damn forest soil. The lush green trees that moan and whispered In the night, swayed viciously in the storm, threatening to collapse at any moment. Hidden in the dark and safety of a small den, two red eyes blinked worriedly, Slowly the small head peeked out.
The small young fox had fairly long brown fur, the colors of his coat were that of brown’s gold’s and bronze that all flowed in perfect harmony, behind him his three tails swayed nervously side to side. “Mother!” his small voice called, muted by the loud bang of the ferocious thunder above. The young fox quickly flinched to the ground, heart pounding with fear.
“Mooother!” he cried louder, his red eyes beginning to overflow with warm salty tears, his ears laid back and his fur soaked. He slowly began to move after the sent of his beloved mother, the rain beating down on his slim weak body. He pulled himself into the clearing, the rain maknig it hard to see, blinding him but he could not stop now, he smelt his mother so close.
His small paws sunk into the soil as he stepped, he walked eyes closed, the winds and rain whipping around him, trying to throw him down. As he went to take another step his paws hit something. He looked down slowly, seeing the sleek golden body of his mother, her soft fur stained with mud, water and blood. Her body still and unmoving.
The tears streamed faster down his face, his heart filled with grief. “Mother! Don’t Die! Please, Your all I have… Please don’t leave me alone, please be alive!” His small desperate cries muffled by her fur as he buried his face into her chest. His mothers chest only slightly moved, showing she was alive, but not by much.
“Alvar….” Said her honey sweat voice, cracking ever so slightly. “My dear son, You are destined for great things. You are the savor... ” Alvar looked up at her his red eyes round with horror and sadness. “Please….!” Alvar shouted loudly more tears streaming down his face “No! Mother, I need you! Im so scared!” The females crystal blue eyes met his for the last time before they slowly close “Be safe….my Dear Alvar.”
He screamed and cried for his mother, begging for her to wake, but deep in his mind he knew she would never again wake up, and never would he feel her tender licks and comforting words. He had no one, he was alone. A dark laugh echoed from across the meadow, cutting through the storms. Out from in the shadows walked a tall wolf, its white fur stained with blood and its eyes hard and wild. The wolfs cold eyes met the fox kits, his unmatching eyes, icey blue and dull amber, spilt through Alvars soul. What he saw was pure blood lust, a true killer.
“Don’t be sad…” it said, its voice like melted metal. “You wont be alone for much longer” it loomed over him baring its row of jagged sharp teeth. “Get ready to join her!” he snarled, its eyes crazied as it lunged its teeth bared, ready to latch its jaw around the small kit, Alvar yowled in fear, his high pitch scream carrying out over the night and cutting through the storm.
Username: Demonofthenightsun
What will you name the pet: Alvar
Why are you joining the contest: Because I envy the foxys beauty and my father refuses to let me have a real pet, as well as I think He would be a brilliant story character!
Your story:
Rain pelted down from the dark mightyt heaves, dancing across the cold damn forest soil. The lush green trees that moan and whispered In the night, swayed viciously in the storm, threatening to collapse at any moment. Hidden in the dark and safety of a small den, two red eyes blinked worriedly, Slowly the small head peeked out.
The small young fox had fairly long brown fur, the colors of his coat were that of brown’s gold’s and bronze that all flowed in perfect harmony, behind him his three tails swayed nervously side to side. “Mother!” his small voice called, muted by the loud bang of the ferocious thunder above. The young fox quickly flinched to the ground, heart pounding with fear.
“Mooother!” he cried louder, his red eyes beginning to overflow with warm salty tears, his ears laid back and his fur soaked. He slowly began to move after the sent of his beloved mother, the rain beating down on his slim weak body. He pulled himself into the clearing, the rain maknig it hard to see, blinding him but he could not stop now, he smelt his mother so close.
His small paws sunk into the soil as he stepped, he walked eyes closed, the winds and rain whipping around him, trying to throw him down. As he went to take another step his paws hit something. He looked down slowly, seeing the sleek golden body of his mother, her soft fur stained with mud, water and blood. Her body still and unmoving.
The tears streamed faster down his face, his heart filled with grief. “Mother! Don’t Die! Please, Your all I have… Please don’t leave me alone, please be alive!” His small desperate cries muffled by her fur as he buried his face into her chest. His mothers chest only slightly moved, showing she was alive, but not by much.
“Alvar….” Said her honey sweat voice, cracking ever so slightly. “My dear son, You are destined for great things. You are the savor... ” Alvar looked up at her his red eyes round with horror and sadness. “Please….!” Alvar shouted loudly more tears streaming down his face “No! Mother, I need you! Im so scared!” The females crystal blue eyes met his for the last time before they slowly close “Be safe….my Dear Alvar.”
He screamed and cried for his mother, begging for her to wake, but deep in his mind he knew she would never again wake up, and never would he feel her tender licks and comforting words. He had no one, he was alone. A dark laugh echoed from across the meadow, cutting through the storms. Out from in the shadows walked a tall wolf, its white fur stained with blood and its eyes hard and wild. The wolfs cold eyes met the fox kits, his unmatching eyes, icey blue and dull amber, spilt through Alvars soul. What he saw was pure blood lust, a true killer.
“Don’t be sad…” it said, its voice like melted metal. “You wont be alone for much longer” it loomed over him baring its row of jagged sharp teeth. “Get ready to join her!” he snarled, its eyes crazied as it lunged its teeth bared, ready to latch its jaw around the small kit, Alvar yowled in fear, his high pitch scream carrying out over the night and cutting through the storm.
