Post by Porcelain on Dec 24, 2013 19:05:53 GMT
Z A N T R E
Zantre wasn't one to get injured.
Nor was he one to get into fights, for he didn't like other dogs, and stayed away from them the most he could. But today, a fight over food was what had managed to get him a bloodied paw and a mangled shoulder. He didn't want to fight, really, he just wanted to carry on and eat the food he had gotten after searching for quite a while, but it seemed other dogs were becoming as desperate as him. It was a surprise attack, three dogs, obviously a gang had jumped him at the same time, knocking him to the floor and ripping at him as if he was the food. He had barely managed to get up to fight back, when they grabbed the food and darted away- leaving him dazed, confused, and hurt. He had a bloody figure by the time they were done with him, yet he was strong, and had managed to get up.
Now he was angry, hungry- and injured, but due to his stubborn nature, refused to acknowledge how hurt he actually was. Cuts lined his body- bites from all the canines covered him, but his shoulder and his front right paw were the worst. His shoulder was ripped from his eye to his elbow, and only after a few licks from him did the blood stop falling through his fur. His paw was violently bitten, thrashed around as the dogs distracted him while one took his food. He didn't bother to notice it though, as he had continued to limp forward slowly, trying to find some sort of shelter. He was grumbling, muttering to himself about how cruel and how dangerous the world was. Some words were of how the world was so evil and cold, and how he wished it was better, before he managed to crawl to the bus station, giving a grunt as he slid down the post. He lapped at his wounds, his tail swishing slowly behind him. He appeared in an aggressive manner- his ears pinned back, and his fur bristling- but this was more of a bluff.
He hoped no one would notice him, he didn't want to die today by hungry, cannibalistic animals.
