Part 1 - From the Start

Although it goes against my normal policy I guess I shall drag up the bad memories so you know exactly who I am. My story is not much more than you'd get from anyone else, with most bad and some good. My assumption is that you'd be used to the dreaded world by now. If only there might be some good in this life. But alas...

During my pup-hood, my mother and father had formed a sort of mental shield about me, they would not have me learn anything they did not teach, and they only taught war and other uselessly passable skills. I'd often retreat to my only friend for help. Unfortunately, that friend was more useless than it is now. That friend happens to be the very tree I live by now. I would speak to it, and carved things in it with hopes that someone, anyone would find it. Except my parents.

My father was indeed the one who saw my writings of wanted help and much wanted knowledge about what was going on. He scolded me for it, ground me to the cave while they left, and obviously I did not stay. I ran far away finally, though I couldn't rid myself of the smoky air around me. It is a bit obvious to me now but remember I was a naive pup then, and I hadn't the least of a care or knowing that there were bad things in this world.

One of the bad things I speak of is insanity. My first sight besides fog and grass, even the occasional tree, was a great white wolf, with glowing rainbows of color all around him. His eyes had no pupils, and no color to be exact. They were swirls, constantly curving inward towards the center of his eye, with colors that are undescribable in between. All he did was stare at me, as if he weren't truely there, only a figment of my imagination. But finally he shrugged me off as no threat but backed away until I couldn't sense him anyways. Shrugging myself I found myself back in the fog, roaming through the wet grass. Then I found I hadn't slept in two days, so I had to rest.

When I awoke there was a gentle rocking to the movement that I felt. It was light, almost ghost-like. I had to see what it was. My eyes opened slowly, something inside me telling me to keep them closed. In fact it wouldn't have me open my eyes at all, they stayed closed no matter how hard I struggled. I suddenly began shaking violently and my eyes flew open, I was being attacked by something, I could sense it. A large shadow in front of me told me something was there, blood pumping I lunged forward into the attacker... And nothing. Had this simply been my imagination? Which brings up the questioning of the existance of the almost unreal wolf i'd seen only days before. I counted it as nothing, though there was claw-like marks on my back. I saw them as me rubbing against the tree I had slept on while I was dreaming.

The next day I thought I saw my old cave, ran inside without thinking, and suffered the consequences. A great pain sank into my left side, I had no clue that i'd even been hit, and was shocked by the feet i'd flew without even feeling the wind. From the cave ran a snarling, blood covered Kalrein Bear, the largest breed in my land. It bit my shoulder and flung me away, jumping again into the cave and snatching a small trinket, slinking away once again into the gray air.

The day after, there were no scratches or cuts, no deep wounds, nothing. All that signified the past few days that now seemed like years, was not to be seen again. I pondered this occasion, but the hyper pup in me, combined with my low intelligence and the confusion that had set in, caused me to simply shrug yet again and walk off toward any random direction.

Finally after another two days I found my old home, my mother and father were outside, as though they were waiting for me and did not welcome me back in the least bit. No, they scolded me for running away and, so-called, causing them such worry. Mysteriously my mother looked nervous, and kept glancing at my father and then away again into the fog as though she were contemplating if she should run. My small thoughts were focused on her now, and the odd behavior she was eminating.

Part 2 - Narrow Tunnels

As my father brandished his iron toungue on my weak mind, mother did nothing but inched farther and farther away, until my father noticed. A sudden bolt from my mom startled me, and I jumped, running for the tree I had held so dearly for so long and climbing into it's well-known branches, safe from harm. Or so I thought. My mother came screeching past my hiding place, screaming wildly as my father chased her down with the ferocity of a thousand Vayxirin.

Closing in, my father snarled and lunged himself towards his victim, sinking his large fangs into her shoulders. Tossing her aside as the bear did to me, he pounced on her like a cat to a mouse. A small yip of surprise had him jerking his head upward at me, now aware of my standing point. He growled at me, snarling and tearing into the tree, slowly clawing his way up and yelling for me to get down. If down is where he wanted me, down is where i'd be...

I slipped myself out of the tree, falling between the branches, forepaws down, towards the threat. Landing on his head, it tilted back in a swift and heavy motion. A huge cracking noise had me jumping off him in surprise. I ran a couple feet away, scared to death and hyperventilating. My mother slowly slumped up, as my father fell to the ground. "Thank you." She had whispered to my ear, smiling the first loving and motherly smile that i'd ever seen. It was the last i'd ever seen as well. She died, right there, her head limping onto my paws and causing me to gasp and run far away.

Apparently my mother had died from landing wrong when my father threw her. If only i'd had the strength to move her and the knowledge of what to do, she may still have been alive today.

A few days into my travels in a straight line, away from my blood-covered home, I noticed that the fog thinned and I began to see more trees and brush. At one point, I began running, anxious to see what awaited me at the end of the road. After a while, the trees dissappeared again and the fog settled in. I was so dissappointed by this, that I stopped and even thought of turning back, but alas, then all my hard work would be for nothing...

I decided instead to continue on my way and kept running for another five days. Finally I began to see old ruins from buildings. They intruiged my interest so, stopping every once in a while, i'd find some food or other fascinating objects. After another few days I saw full standing buildings, and then I began seeing horses and cows, mules and even giant monsters that I now know as cars. Often these odd creatures that walked with only two legs, would stop and look at me. They'd watch me until I left, then they'd go back to their work and simply ignore me and my timid movement.

A few times the things would get a bit closer to me and often try to coax me over to them with food or toys, but I simply ignored them, scampering off if they happened to wander to close for my comfort. After a while the food became scarce, and I was a beginning to get a bit dehydrated from lack of water. Rustling through some bushes I found a small box with a bowl of water and some odd sort of food inside. Not thinking, I lept in, chomping down into the food and lapping the water like crazy. Suddenly the way I came in was blocked by a metal door, and everything turned dark.

After a while everything around me began to shake, deepening the fear that had already settled in. I yelped and barked, but it seemed like nothing could be heard. Eventually I queited down and stopped trying to escape. But I wished so badly that I was back at home.

Hours later I awoke from the sleep I had reluctantly fallen into. I had to open my eyes, maybe I was just dreaming and it would all be gone when I woke up. But, again, all my hopes and my forming happiness shattered and melted into the dark feeling of loss and sadness that you feel like a black hole in your heart. My eyes closed again, I clutched my chest fur, the darkness in my heart forming into a pain. Tears rolling down my face, I opened my eyes to see if it was an outside force fueling the hurt inside me. My eyes slowly re-focused on the dark place I was in. I was still caged. Slowly closing my eyes, I cried myself back to sleep, burying my head in my chest fur.

Suddenly the gentle rocking that I had grown used to stopped, and a loud screech was heard. I lifted my head quickly and looked around, finding nothing in my attempt to find help. (more coming soon xD)