Post by Shayde on Jan 16, 2006 14:06:54 GMT -5
I'm writing yet another story because all my other ones suck and I've gotten better. This one has a lot of violence and suggestive language. Just a warning before you burn out your retnas or pm me a bunch of crap about it.
Armore: Prologue
He was slammed onto the floor like he was nothing at all. Liquid-like slime covered his body. He lay there helplessly, struggling for his first breath of air. His eyes were tightly closed and his ears were floppy and hung at the sides of his tiny head. His body was limp as he hit the ground, waiting for his so called mother to help him breathe.
She softly pulled on the substance covering him with her teeth around his face. This was how it all began? Just coming out of your mother and falling onto the floor, unable to do anything, is part of life? No, this couldn’t be. He was helpless, how would he be able to do anything at all?
He was finally able to take a breath of air. It was tasteless, and warm. The ground was hard, and cold, and felt flakey. He managed to learn how to move around, by pulling, pushing, and releasing muscles around his body. It was a difficult challenge.
He once again felt his mothers’ teeth on him. But instead, she had her teeth tightly wrapped around him. He could feel the tasteless air circle around him, cold. He was soon returned on the hard ground again. His mother nudged him softly with her muzzle toward something soft, squishy, and stringy to the touch. Instinct took over him, and he opened his mouth to take another breath. He kept his mouth open, and felt around for something sticking out to bite onto.
He found a small one, and wrapped his soft gums onto it. Pushing down, he felt another liquid rush into his mouth. He let go, thinking it was that same matter that was covering his body when he was thrown onto the ground. He pushed his lungs out and intensified his throat to make a high squeal calling for his mother. But she was too busy helping out with another that was thrown onto the ground, later going to be known as his brother.
He stopped squealing and thought nothing of the liquid that had rushed into his mouth. He opened his mouth, and drank some of the liquid. He felt going down his throat and into his stomach. He stopped drinking now and then to breathe out of his nose. The air from his nose made the roof of his mouth cold. He rubbed his floppy tongue around his mouth as he took some more liquid in. He didn’t know what he was drinking, but it sure was good.
He was soon finished, and found himself huddled around soft, squishy things that kept him warm. There, he slept until he was ready to eat again. He would keep going on like this for weeks. He would be able to see, hear, and walk.
Armore Information
-Story-
The story is about a wolf struggling to survive every day alive. He holds this ancient curse that everybody, including humans, want to hold power. I won't tell what the curse is, and I probably won't in the story either. But every chapter gives you a new clue about the curse.
The story is set 30 years into the future. It's semi-realistic, the wolves have wierd colors and can talk. But in this story, the wolves won't have very extreme colors due to my own likings of grayscale colors. ^^;
-Characters-
Armore
Name: Armore
Gender: Male
Age: ---
Species: Black Card Wolf (my own breed)
Height: 4'6" adult size
Weight: 130 lbs. adult size
Length: About 5 feet including tail adult size
Pack: Nakamichyo
Rank: ---
Appearence: Dark gray with colorful rings around tail. White tipped ears. Two red bands on each leg. Two earrings on left ear.
Picture coming soon.
Cairo
Name: Cairo
Gender: Male
Age: 4 1/3 Years
Species: Gray Wolf
Height: 4'6"
Weight: 113 lbs.
Length: About 5 feet including tail
Pack: Nakamichyo
Rank: Unknown
Appearence: Silver in pelt color with black splotches of color on his legs and tail. One huge black splotch on lower back.
Picture coming soon.
Other characters will be added once they are mentioned, and don't die. (Because there are going to be a lot of deaths in this story)
Armore: Prologue
He was slammed onto the floor like he was nothing at all. Liquid-like slime covered his body. He lay there helplessly, struggling for his first breath of air. His eyes were tightly closed and his ears were floppy and hung at the sides of his tiny head. His body was limp as he hit the ground, waiting for his so called mother to help him breathe.
She softly pulled on the substance covering him with her teeth around his face. This was how it all began? Just coming out of your mother and falling onto the floor, unable to do anything, is part of life? No, this couldn’t be. He was helpless, how would he be able to do anything at all?
He was finally able to take a breath of air. It was tasteless, and warm. The ground was hard, and cold, and felt flakey. He managed to learn how to move around, by pulling, pushing, and releasing muscles around his body. It was a difficult challenge.
He once again felt his mothers’ teeth on him. But instead, she had her teeth tightly wrapped around him. He could feel the tasteless air circle around him, cold. He was soon returned on the hard ground again. His mother nudged him softly with her muzzle toward something soft, squishy, and stringy to the touch. Instinct took over him, and he opened his mouth to take another breath. He kept his mouth open, and felt around for something sticking out to bite onto.
He found a small one, and wrapped his soft gums onto it. Pushing down, he felt another liquid rush into his mouth. He let go, thinking it was that same matter that was covering his body when he was thrown onto the ground. He pushed his lungs out and intensified his throat to make a high squeal calling for his mother. But she was too busy helping out with another that was thrown onto the ground, later going to be known as his brother.
He stopped squealing and thought nothing of the liquid that had rushed into his mouth. He opened his mouth, and drank some of the liquid. He felt going down his throat and into his stomach. He stopped drinking now and then to breathe out of his nose. The air from his nose made the roof of his mouth cold. He rubbed his floppy tongue around his mouth as he took some more liquid in. He didn’t know what he was drinking, but it sure was good.
He was soon finished, and found himself huddled around soft, squishy things that kept him warm. There, he slept until he was ready to eat again. He would keep going on like this for weeks. He would be able to see, hear, and walk.
Armore Information
-Story-
The story is about a wolf struggling to survive every day alive. He holds this ancient curse that everybody, including humans, want to hold power. I won't tell what the curse is, and I probably won't in the story either. But every chapter gives you a new clue about the curse.
The story is set 30 years into the future. It's semi-realistic, the wolves have wierd colors and can talk. But in this story, the wolves won't have very extreme colors due to my own likings of grayscale colors. ^^;
-Characters-
Armore
Name: Armore
Gender: Male
Age: ---
Species: Black Card Wolf (my own breed)
Height: 4'6" adult size
Weight: 130 lbs. adult size
Length: About 5 feet including tail adult size
Pack: Nakamichyo
Rank: ---
Appearence: Dark gray with colorful rings around tail. White tipped ears. Two red bands on each leg. Two earrings on left ear.
Picture coming soon.
Cairo
Name: Cairo
Gender: Male
Age: 4 1/3 Years
Species: Gray Wolf
Height: 4'6"
Weight: 113 lbs.
Length: About 5 feet including tail
Pack: Nakamichyo
Rank: Unknown
Appearence: Silver in pelt color with black splotches of color on his legs and tail. One huge black splotch on lower back.
Picture coming soon.
Other characters will be added once they are mentioned, and don't die. (Because there are going to be a lot of deaths in this story)