Post by shadowstalker on Jul 2, 2008 15:44:13 GMT -5
ok so here is the deal, Brindle is a female dog who is a brown brindle mutt, about the size of a german shepherd. she has a splask of white on her face, three paws, and somewhat her underbelly. Brindle has a brother named Singer. Singer looks just like her only he has only two white paws and is a gray brindle. They live in the woods and it is autumn (or cold-water, winter is freeze-water). oh and there father was shot by humans and their mother has mysteriously disappeared.
ok so....
Brindle woke up suddenly to a loud slamming noise in the distance. She swiveled her ears around to try ad locate the sound as she heard another slam.
Nudging her brother awake, she trotted out of their makeshift den under the Big Tree, in it's tangle of roots, and bounded towards the soft-pelts' dens.
Singer came up behind her barking,"Where are you going?"
"Don't you here that?" asked Brindle.
Singer sniffed the air and barked, "Yeah!" as another slam sounded. "Let's go check it out!"
"I don't know..." cautioned Brindle. The place smelled of soft-pelts.
"So?" growled Singer as he pranced off, out of the cover of the trees and over the railroad tracks.
Four soft-pelts were climbing out of a huge white van with long sticks that had a loop at the end of them.
One of them spotted Singer and gave a sharp bark then started advancing on him, sticks out.
Singer, who had been bounding forward the whole time, suddenly stopped and barked,"W-What are you doing?"
Before he could run, one of the soft-pelt slipped the loop over his head and around his neck then started dragging him towards the van.
"Singer!" howled Brindle and she darted forward as soon as every soft-pelt was in the van after shoving her brother into a webbed place in the back
It spewed a bunch of sick-smelling smoke in her face and then started to pull away.
"Stop !" Brindle howled again, running after it.
And it did.
Brindle slammed into it, making a small dent and nearly fainting. Two soft-pelts jumped out with the sticks and advanced on her.
"Let my brother go!" she demanded and leaped, snarling, at the soft-pelts.
Unprepared for her attack, the soft-pelt she had lunged at gave a yelped, dropped the stick and fell backwards.
Grabbing, the stick, Brindle ran and jumped up to her favorite spot, under the den of another soft-pelt. She dropped the stick and jumped back out, towards the second soft-pelt who was looking for her.
She felt her teeth meet soft-pelt flesh and then grabbed the stick from the soft-pelts' paws. She also dropped that into her hide-out.
The first soft-pelt was standing over the second soft-pelt who was bleeding.
Brindle leaped at the back door and grabbed the black thing on it. Maybe this opened it. Sure enough, it slid out and the door popped open and there say Singer.
"Brindle!" he yelped, surprised.
Without replying, she found a cold metal bar on the side of the webbed place and pulled on it. It didn't budge so she pulled it sideways. Then it popped open.
Singer jumped out and they ran.
But Brindle felt something pull her back around the neck. The soft-pelt had gotten her with the stick.
Singer stopped to help her but she barked,"No, go! I don't want them to get you too!"
Singer just looked at her sadly and then ran off, into the woods.
Brindle turned around and snarled as the soft-pelt lifted her into the cage.
She leaped at him again but she was shoved back into the cage, hitting her head hard.
As they slammed the door shut and started to drive away, Brindle looked back, watching Singer howl to the sky and watching everything she had ever known, disappear.
ok so....
Brindle woke up suddenly to a loud slamming noise in the distance. She swiveled her ears around to try ad locate the sound as she heard another slam.
Nudging her brother awake, she trotted out of their makeshift den under the Big Tree, in it's tangle of roots, and bounded towards the soft-pelts' dens.
Singer came up behind her barking,"Where are you going?"
"Don't you here that?" asked Brindle.
Singer sniffed the air and barked, "Yeah!" as another slam sounded. "Let's go check it out!"
"I don't know..." cautioned Brindle. The place smelled of soft-pelts.
"So?" growled Singer as he pranced off, out of the cover of the trees and over the railroad tracks.
Four soft-pelts were climbing out of a huge white van with long sticks that had a loop at the end of them.
One of them spotted Singer and gave a sharp bark then started advancing on him, sticks out.
Singer, who had been bounding forward the whole time, suddenly stopped and barked,"W-What are you doing?"
Before he could run, one of the soft-pelt slipped the loop over his head and around his neck then started dragging him towards the van.
"Singer!" howled Brindle and she darted forward as soon as every soft-pelt was in the van after shoving her brother into a webbed place in the back
It spewed a bunch of sick-smelling smoke in her face and then started to pull away.
"Stop !" Brindle howled again, running after it.
And it did.
Brindle slammed into it, making a small dent and nearly fainting. Two soft-pelts jumped out with the sticks and advanced on her.
"Let my brother go!" she demanded and leaped, snarling, at the soft-pelts.
Unprepared for her attack, the soft-pelt she had lunged at gave a yelped, dropped the stick and fell backwards.
Grabbing, the stick, Brindle ran and jumped up to her favorite spot, under the den of another soft-pelt. She dropped the stick and jumped back out, towards the second soft-pelt who was looking for her.
She felt her teeth meet soft-pelt flesh and then grabbed the stick from the soft-pelts' paws. She also dropped that into her hide-out.
The first soft-pelt was standing over the second soft-pelt who was bleeding.
Brindle leaped at the back door and grabbed the black thing on it. Maybe this opened it. Sure enough, it slid out and the door popped open and there say Singer.
"Brindle!" he yelped, surprised.
Without replying, she found a cold metal bar on the side of the webbed place and pulled on it. It didn't budge so she pulled it sideways. Then it popped open.
Singer jumped out and they ran.
But Brindle felt something pull her back around the neck. The soft-pelt had gotten her with the stick.
Singer stopped to help her but she barked,"No, go! I don't want them to get you too!"
Singer just looked at her sadly and then ran off, into the woods.
Brindle turned around and snarled as the soft-pelt lifted her into the cage.
She leaped at him again but she was shoved back into the cage, hitting her head hard.
As they slammed the door shut and started to drive away, Brindle looked back, watching Singer howl to the sky and watching everything she had ever known, disappear.
