Post by tamanique on Nov 30, 2009 17:43:46 GMT -5
(This is going to be a short story, and the point of it is to know who Sek's father is. He is pretty sure that his father is dead, or had abandoned Sek when he needed him most. Sek has a deep hatred for Christmas, and has never believe in miracles. The experience of meeting his father and finding out his true reason for leaving Sek will be realized, and it will change Sek forever... At least, for a short few weeks, then he will go back to being the same moody puppy that he always has been.
Note: This is the first half of chapter one. I am not a novel writer, so my chapters will be short.)
“Snow on the ground and a temperature of around 62 degrees makes this day a pretty warm Christmas, eh, Karen?”
“You got that right, Bob. The streets are icy, making travel quite difficult. But here in the background, you can see children finishing up their outdoor activities as they begin heading in to-” The report began, but then was cut short when the TV was shut off. A clatter was heard soon after, for the remote had been carelessly dropped upon the coffee table among the other remotes. A pale, fur covered hand hovered above, its fingers frozen in place, as if they were still gripping the remote in their grasp. Finally, the hand moved, and the arm it was connected to dropped down to the albino wolf’s side, the fingers relaxing.
“Christmas? That damned holiday came by too quickly… I didn’t even get to start packing…” The wolf spoke; his scarlet-red eyes glinted in response to the flame’s flicker from the fireplace, a little ways from the TV and yet so close to the wolf. He turned, roaming his house in search of windows he might’ve forgotten to close. Once the wolf felt he had gotten all the windows, he went off in search of the lights, clicking them off, one by one. Satisfied with the darkness, he made his way to his couch and plopped down, kicking off the black, Sonic-like shoes on his feet and propped his feet up on the coffee table after brushing his white thick, black-tipped bangs back across his left eye, concealing it once more.
He slid both of his hands into the pockets of his black denims, and in just the midst of dozing off, his ears perked up, a loud, banging sound on his door disrupted the peace and quite that the wolf had tried so hard to gain. Groaning, he slid off the cushions and opened his door, greeted by a blue vixen that pushed her way into the house; she took her sweet time to warm herself up by the fireplace and then turned around unzipping her brown coat, and letting it drop a little off her shoulders. She stared up at the wolf, her violet eyes were at first filled with confusion and curiosity but then that all turned to slight sadness as she tilted her head to the side and spoke, “well, the party’s about to begin… Ain’t you coming?” The vixen asked, tightening the green gloves around her wrists and stretched out her long legs, fixing the blue sweat-pants around her hips. Sek blinked, staring at the vixen. He then glanced off to the side and stared at the TV as if it held all the answers in the universe. Party? He had momentarily forgotten, and then came his reply, “no… I told you, I don’t participate in group events. It’s bad enough that it’s Christmas…” The wolf muttered, shaking his head. Generally, he was a scrooge at this time of year.
“Not even for an hour?” The vixen asked, pleadingly. She opened her eyes widely, batting her eyelashes in a cute manner.
“What? Fine…”
“Then let’s get going!” The vixen exclaimed, hurriedly zipping up her coat while walking back up to the door, and stood in the doorway.
“K…” Sek sighed, unwillingly following her.
“It’s not going to be all that bad…” Crista began, grinning, “well, sure, it’s a lot of people… but… Me ‘n Suri made sure that there wasn’t anyone extremely annoying there.”
“Who’s Suri?”
“You’ll see.”
“Noooo, tell me…”
“Nooo, you’ll see when get therrrrreee.” Crista insisted, imitating his tone.
“I hate it when you do that.” Sek snarled, beginning to slow down.
“I know you ‘do.’ Now c’mon, don’t be so slow, we’re gonna be late.” Crista turned around, grabbing his hand and dragged him along. In the distance, Sek could hear the Christmas tunes; his ears flattened, and as he was about to speak up, he shut his mouth. He had realized an important factor; he had promised her he would be there. And it killed him to go back on his word with Crista, so he pondered. It was only for an hour, no big deal right? He could so handle this…
Note: This is the first half of chapter one. I am not a novel writer, so my chapters will be short.)
“Snow on the ground and a temperature of around 62 degrees makes this day a pretty warm Christmas, eh, Karen?”
“You got that right, Bob. The streets are icy, making travel quite difficult. But here in the background, you can see children finishing up their outdoor activities as they begin heading in to-” The report began, but then was cut short when the TV was shut off. A clatter was heard soon after, for the remote had been carelessly dropped upon the coffee table among the other remotes. A pale, fur covered hand hovered above, its fingers frozen in place, as if they were still gripping the remote in their grasp. Finally, the hand moved, and the arm it was connected to dropped down to the albino wolf’s side, the fingers relaxing.
“Christmas? That damned holiday came by too quickly… I didn’t even get to start packing…” The wolf spoke; his scarlet-red eyes glinted in response to the flame’s flicker from the fireplace, a little ways from the TV and yet so close to the wolf. He turned, roaming his house in search of windows he might’ve forgotten to close. Once the wolf felt he had gotten all the windows, he went off in search of the lights, clicking them off, one by one. Satisfied with the darkness, he made his way to his couch and plopped down, kicking off the black, Sonic-like shoes on his feet and propped his feet up on the coffee table after brushing his white thick, black-tipped bangs back across his left eye, concealing it once more.
He slid both of his hands into the pockets of his black denims, and in just the midst of dozing off, his ears perked up, a loud, banging sound on his door disrupted the peace and quite that the wolf had tried so hard to gain. Groaning, he slid off the cushions and opened his door, greeted by a blue vixen that pushed her way into the house; she took her sweet time to warm herself up by the fireplace and then turned around unzipping her brown coat, and letting it drop a little off her shoulders. She stared up at the wolf, her violet eyes were at first filled with confusion and curiosity but then that all turned to slight sadness as she tilted her head to the side and spoke, “well, the party’s about to begin… Ain’t you coming?” The vixen asked, tightening the green gloves around her wrists and stretched out her long legs, fixing the blue sweat-pants around her hips. Sek blinked, staring at the vixen. He then glanced off to the side and stared at the TV as if it held all the answers in the universe. Party? He had momentarily forgotten, and then came his reply, “no… I told you, I don’t participate in group events. It’s bad enough that it’s Christmas…” The wolf muttered, shaking his head. Generally, he was a scrooge at this time of year.
“Not even for an hour?” The vixen asked, pleadingly. She opened her eyes widely, batting her eyelashes in a cute manner.
“What? Fine…”
“Then let’s get going!” The vixen exclaimed, hurriedly zipping up her coat while walking back up to the door, and stood in the doorway.
“K…” Sek sighed, unwillingly following her.
“It’s not going to be all that bad…” Crista began, grinning, “well, sure, it’s a lot of people… but… Me ‘n Suri made sure that there wasn’t anyone extremely annoying there.”
“Who’s Suri?”
“You’ll see.”
“Noooo, tell me…”
“Nooo, you’ll see when get therrrrreee.” Crista insisted, imitating his tone.
“I hate it when you do that.” Sek snarled, beginning to slow down.
“I know you ‘do.’ Now c’mon, don’t be so slow, we’re gonna be late.” Crista turned around, grabbing his hand and dragged him along. In the distance, Sek could hear the Christmas tunes; his ears flattened, and as he was about to speak up, he shut his mouth. He had realized an important factor; he had promised her he would be there. And it killed him to go back on his word with Crista, so he pondered. It was only for an hour, no big deal right? He could so handle this…