[Metallic Dragon]

You may be asking yourself, what exactly is a hover fox anyway?
Hover foxes are cuddly, adorable fox hybrids with unusually large furry ears. As infants they are born with very small, proportional-sized ears, but as they reach childhood, those ears grow so large they can use them to hover a little bit above the ground and glide short distances. Of course, that can't last and by the time they reach adulthood they do grow into their ears a bit and are no longer able to use them for 'flight'. Their diet consists of seafood and different types of sweet and sour fruit, depending on their taste preference and where they live. Most HFs grow to be the size of a german shepherd, though you'll occasionally get some that are larger.

Tiny paws skittered across the floor, violet eyes wide with terror, breaths coming in short bursts as the infant fox ran. Out the door it went, disappearing into a snowdrift before reappearing as it continued to bound away. A shot rang out behind it and the baby scurried faster, finally reaching the treeline and disappearing into the snowy forest.

The night came and with it, a chill so fierce, the fox was sure it would die alone. 'Better than back in that death house.' It thought as it shivered. The young fox struggled to keep its eyes open, knowing that if it were to sleep, it would succomb to cold within a matter of hours.
It managed to resist a while longer, but finally, tiny eyes closed and breathing grew shallow in sleep.

It woke, cradled gently in warm arms. The soft sound of a motor humming alerted it to the fact that it was no longer lying in the snow. Warm air blew from vents onto its still quivering body. "Don't worry little one, everything is alright now. You're safe."

Alrighty, this contest is going to be a little different. It will be a short story contest, yes. However, your job is to write what happened before the blurb above. Fill in the blank. What happened before then? How did the fox get into what it called the 'death house' and what brought it to the conclusion that the house was not a safe home? Be creative, that's all I ask.
You may add extras if you'd like, though you don't have to.

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[quote][i]Tiny paws skittered across the floor, violet eyes wide with terror, breaths coming in short bursts as the infant fox ran. Out the door it went, disappearing into a snowdrift before reappearing as it continued to bound away. A shot rang out behind it and the baby scurried faster, finally reaching the treeline and disappearing into the snowy forest.

The night came and with it, a chill so fierce, the fox was sure it would die alone. 'Better than back in that death house.' It thought as it shivered. The young fox struggled to keep its eyes open, knowing that if it were to sleep, it would succomb to cold within a matter of hours.
It managed to resist a while longer, but finally, tiny eyes closed and breathing grew shallow in sleep.

It woke, cradled gently in warm arms. The soft sound of a motor humming alerted it to the fact that it was no longer lying in the snow. Warm air blew from vents onto its still quivering body. "Don't worry little one, everything is alright now. You're safe."[/i][/quote]

[Bye.....]

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A chill brushed down my spine. The usual Death House draft. The cold always lingered over the House like fog on a cool morning. I sat there in my cage, waiting. For what? Death maybe. The Death House had gotten its name from the ones that had gone into the back room and never come out. I feared I'd be one of them. The other HFs had told me I'd be adopted. But I haven't yet. Because I'm A BABY... I need more care than an adult. I let out a whine as the thoughts drifter over me. Just then, a man ame through to feed all of us. He was followed by a woman who appeared to be his daughter. When she came by she silently unlocked my cage. I greatfully whined and sat there, waiting for the man to walk away. After he had disappeared into the bowls of the house, I made a mad dash for it. Adrenaline moved my tired muscles as I fled. I ran a couple feet outside before the man noticed. He came out with something I suprisingly recognized. A shotgun. He began to shoot at my tiny body as I skid along the ice and snow. Running was the only thing on my mind...
As the gunshots lessened I calmed down and ran into a small den. I began to drift off to sleep as I curled up to keep warm.

[Bye.....]

When does this end?

[Metallic Dragon]

It'll end next Saturday, so on January 5th

[Metallic Dragon]

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[Fiacla]

Username: Wolf Luv
Name: Aiken
Gender: Male
Story: On the day of his birth he had awoken, all had been quiet, it seemed a simple life back then. Yet, this bliss was only to last for a matter of weeks. Aiken and his litter mates had just learned about sniffing out roots and berries when the tragedy had occurred. The murdering of his mother.
His father had been out looking for hares, and thus his mother had been caring for them and showing them the basics of life. And then, it happened. An ambush of men, armed with the things his father had called 'guns', he and his kin had quickly fled. But , alas, the sound of gunshots filled the air and the earth vanished from beneath his paws. He struggled realizing he was caught in what as seemingly a large spiders web, a net. He had been captured. He was quickly seperated from his family, the only ones he knew and loved, and shoved into a cramped cage. He was loaded into a large metal vehicle and then all had gone black.
When he awoke he was on a cold surface, the men were poking and prodding at him, he quickly snapped at them and tried to escape, but they muzzled him and threw him into a different cage. Dwelling in the back was another fox, old and worn. "Welcome to the Death House, my friend." He rasped. " T-the Death house?" Aiken exclaimed in disbelief. "Yes -sigh-, the men, they call it a 'sanctuary'. They pretend to be doing us good, but all we get here is water, stale kibble they call food and a cramped cage filled with our own feces! This place gets it's name from the number of foxes and various other types of canines it kills every year! and further more they hunt the wild ones." Aiken suddenly realised that his mother had not been there when the net was raised above the ground! "My, My Mother! The guns....guns....Mama..." "She's in a better place now son."
It was then, from that very moment he knew he had to escape this prison. And so when the next feeding time came he bolted out the cage door and out into freedom. Freedom was not he had expected though, and now here we was, alone in the cold...

Tiny paws skittered across the floor, violet eyes wide with terror, breaths coming in short bursts as the infant fox ran. Out the door it went, disappearing into a snowdrift before reappearing as it continued to bound away. A shot rang out behind it and the baby scurried faster, finally reaching the treeline and disappearing into the snowy forest.

The night came and with it, a chill so fierce, the fox was sure it would die alone. 'Better than back in that death house.' It thought as it shivered. The young fox struggled to keep its eyes open, knowing that if it were to sleep, it would succomb to cold within a matter of hours.
It managed to resist a while longer, but finally, tiny eyes closed and breathing grew shallow in sleep.

It woke, cradled gently in warm arms. The soft sound of a motor humming alerted it to the fact that it was no longer lying in the snow. Warm air blew from vents onto its still quivering body. "Don't worry little one, everything is alright now. You're safe."

[Metallic Dragon]

Username: Wolf Luv
Name: Aiken
Gender: Male
Story: On the day of his birth he had awoken, all had been quiet, it seemed a simple life back then. Yet, this bliss was only to last for a matter of weeks. Aiken and his litter mates had just learned about sniffing out roots and berries when the tragedy had occurred. The murdering of his mother.
His father had been out looking for hares, and thus his mother had been caring for them and showing them the basics of life. And then, it happened. An ambush of men, armed with the things his father had called 'guns', he and his kin had quickly fled. But , alas, the sound of gunshots filled the air and the earth vanished from beneath his paws. He struggled realizing he was caught in what as seemingly a large spiders web, a net. He had been captured. He was quickly seperated from his family, the only ones he knew and loved, and shoved into a cramped cage. He was loaded into a large metal vehicle and then all had gone black.
When he awoke he was on a cold surface, the men were poking and prodding at him, he quickly snapped at them and tried to escape, but they muzzled him and threw him into a different cage. Dwelling in the back was another fox, old and worn. "Welcome to the Death House, my friend." He rasped. " T-the Death house?" Aiken exclaimed in disbelief. "Yes -sigh-, the men, they call it a 'sanctuary'. They pretend to be doing us good, but all we get here is water, stale kibble they call food and a cramped cage filled with our own feces! This place gets it's name from the number of foxes and various other types of canines it kills every year! and further more they hunt the wild ones." Aiken suddenly realised that his mother had not been there when the net was raised above the ground! "My, My Mother! The guns....guns....Mama..." "She's in a better place now son."
It was then, from that very moment he knew he had to escape this prison. And so when the next feeding time came he bolted out the cage door and out into freedom. Freedom was not he had expected though, and now here we was, alone in the cold...

Tiny paws skittered across the floor, violet eyes wide with terror, breaths coming in short bursts as the infant fox ran. Out the door it went, disappearing into a snowdrift before reappearing as it continued to bound away. A shot rang out behind it and the baby scurried faster, finally reaching the treeline and disappearing into the snowy forest.

The night came and with it, a chill so fierce, the fox was sure it would die alone. 'Better than back in that death house.' It thought as it shivered. The young fox struggled to keep its eyes open, knowing that if it were to sleep, it would succomb to cold within a matter of hours.
It managed to resist a while longer, but finally, tiny eyes closed and breathing grew shallow in sleep.

It woke, cradled gently in warm arms. The soft sound of a motor humming alerted it to the fact that it was no longer lying in the snow. Warm air blew from vents onto its still quivering body. "Don't worry little one, everything is alright now. You're safe."

Congratulations Wolf Luv! He's yours!

[Fiacla]

Thanks so much!