Story
I believe in the imagination. What I cannot see is infinitely more important than what I can see.
You wander down a dark, cold alleyway of the large streets of New York, your ears pressed close to your skull as you glance around wearily, your wet nose sniffing hard. Instantly the smell of food enters your nose, you quickly pin point it to a silver trash can. You hurry over, and shuffle through it until you find it, a fresh, hardly eaten, juicy, still warm... Hot Dog. You pull it out, ready to sink your hungry canines into it, when your smacked aside, hit by what felt like a boulder, except dog sized. You are pinned down under a large, black dog that was snarling in your face, you know in an instant that it was a female; you try to fight back but she has you pinned, her jaws so close to your neck you could feel her breath and her teeth as they snapped at your neck, but avoided touching it. "Who are you?" The female snarled and you whimper out your name, "Why are you here?" Her voice was sharp and filled with venom as she spoke, "I l-live on the streets" You stammer and she steps off of of you, thinking hard finally she says, "Would you like to join my pack?" She turned, standing at her full height, "I cannot promise your safety all the time and I cannot promise you that you will always have a full belly or a warm bed. I can promise you food, friends, and love." Her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward as she said this part, "I cannot promise you that you will survive, but it is worst being alone on the streets especially if you say no, you will be an enemy and if you even touch a hair in our territory, you will be killed" She sat back and said, "What is your choice" You finally say, "Y-Yes"
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