Displacement

by LudicrousBot

From Hunted To Hunter (Part One)

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POV: Unkown

Location: Unkown

Time: Unkown

I was lonely. I had played with the other pups but they weren’t fun to play with. Until I met three other pups, Buddy, Charlie, and Archie.

Buddy was short, a Corgi breed of Diamond Dog, had small arms and claws that only reached the lower part of his torso, a yellowish coat and white underbelly, large furry ears, a collar with half metal circles surrounding it, and completely hazel eyes. A big, fluffy butt as well. Don’t judge me.

Charlie was mid-size, a Dalmatian breed of Diamond Dog, had medium sized arms and claws that reached his knees, a white coat with black dots of all sizes covering his body and large dot covering his left eye, long and broad ears that hung at the side of his head, a collar with spikes spiking downwards, and completely hazel eyes. Rather playful really.

Archie was tall, a Greyhound breed of Diamond Dog, had long slender arms and claws that easily touched the ground when standing, had a grey coat and white underbelly, his ears weren’t all the way up at attention nor at his sides but more in between the two at a curve, a collar with spikes curving backwards, and completely hazel eyes. Surprisingly calm.

“Wait up! No fair! You have longer arms than me!” Buddy yelled as he attempted to catch Archie.

“No can do! Hahahahaha, haven’t had this much fun in a while!” Archie yelled as he swiftly turned to his left.

“Let’s see how cocky you get after this!” Yelled Charlie, as he dug out of the ground and grabbed Archie’s torso. They both tumbled in dirt for a while before they eventually stopped.

Charlie’s clean, white coat was covered in dirt after the tumble. Buddy quickly jumped into the pair. Soon after, they started wrestling, laughing and giggling madly all the way through.

I watched from a distance as their antics continued. I wish I had friends like that. They continued playing before eventually stumbling in front of me.

“Hi! Who are you?” Charlie asked me. I was nervous but I answered.

“I don’t really have name yet.” Charlie looked up in deep thought, a concentrated expression present on his face.

“I’ll give you a Name after you play with us. Deal?” Charlie said, holding out his hand intending to be shook. I smiled, shaking his hand and replying.

“Deal!”

Thirty Minutes Later

I was introduced to the others. We hit it off. We wrestled, chased, and dug for thirty minutes straight. I was tired and exhausted, so were the others. Charlie tiredly walked next to me.

“You . . . are pretty fun . . . to play with.” He said, pausing in between words to breath.

“You are fast . . . strong . . . and smart . . . like a Hunter should . . . be. I talked . . . to the others,” He said finally gaining his breath back. “we all agreed on the name, Hunter. Sound good?”

I pondered for a moment, it did sound good. Why not?

“Sure!” I nearly yelled in excitement. It was the first time I’ve ever been nicknamed. We usually get our names when we are old enough to protect, or serve, our pack. Besides, our parents couldn’t give us a name because they mate and give us to alpha.I knew it would one crazy ride from here on.

POV: Hunter

Location: Inside The Pups Den

Time: One Year Later At Three A.M.

Sounds of howling could be heard from the Pups Den. I’ve never seen outside of the Den but I heard there were other tunnels that lead outside. Us pups were never allowed outside. We were easy prey for, from what the rumors say, Timber Wolves. The alpha kept us inside, guarded by many soldiers. I kept on thinking how things had been going. Buddy, Charlie, and Archie were next to me sleeping peacefully. It had been fun to be able to play with them. There was something to do everyday with these three. I wonder what would happen if we were to separate?

Suddenly, screams erupted from outside the den. Soldiers closed our den quickly, shields and spears in claw. Pups got startled and awoke. It didn’t take long to find out what was happening. Everything happened in a blur.

Mass numbers of wooden wolves entered the den, drenched in blood and other bodily fluids. The wolves easily savaged the guards into nothing more than piles of lifeless meat bags. They didn’t just go for the guards. They went for the other pups. I could hear flesh being ripped apart and bones being snapped. The scent of blood and urine was present as the pups were mangled and killed. Their whimpers and cries of pain were echoing through the tunnels. The only thing on my mind was getting the hell out of here. I looked around the den, looking for any kind of escape. I was so focused on trying to look for a way out that I didn’t notice Charlie yelling my name.

I was violently pulled back. I struggled on whatever had its grip on me. Turning my head, I saw that Charlie was hurriedly dragging me through a hole with Buddy, Archie, and other pups. I turned to look in front of me only to see a Timberwolf standing on top of a dead Guard, looking me straight in the eyes. It jumped off the Guard and rushed at me. It launched itself forward. I was lucky enough to be through most of the hole, a new scent filled my nostrils. The maw of the Timberwolf jammed in the hole and could barely fit through it. It savagely kept on snapping at all of us before it left.

Charlie let go, just in time too. A wolf jumped in between me and Charlie. The moment that happened, all of us scattered in random directions. I saw many tall, thick stick-like objects that had some sort of green stuff on them. I believe they were called trees. I started running on my two paws, thinking I was quick enough to outrun the wolf. I wasn’t able to.

There was one but now there were four on hot pursuit on my tail. I opted to run on all fours. Terror raced through my veins, new energy was bursting inside of me, and I had new objective. Survive.

Despite running on all fours, the wolves were still gaining speed, albeit closing the distance slower. It felt as if I was running for minutes, my heart beating against my chest, threatening to burst out. I thought I wasn’t gonna make it.

By some miracle, I saw a small hole, just possibly barely able for me to fit. It was a few meters away and I would have to act fast. I jumped with all I could towards the hole. My head slipped straight into it, however, I struggled shoving my body into the right space. Just in time, my body was able to enter the hole as a set of wooden jaws came down where I was previously.

The room in this hole had a few feet in length, around my height, and it was big enough to accompany my arm span, but was still only a few feet in length. I got very lucky. I was gonna sit and relaxed but a wooden claw swiped at me, making me reel back in surprise. I could hear the growling of the wolf swiping at me, failing to actually hitting me but close. My heart started to pound against my chest. What if the wolf somehow managed to reach me? Would I be able to escape? The paw retreated out of the hole along with the sound of running.

They were gone and I was glad. My rationality returned to me. Why had I thought about survival rather than the safety of my friends? Instinct? Flight or fight response? Adrenaline? Charlie was the one who saved me, I was closer to Charlie than the others. They were great but Charlie had a spot in my heart. Guilt slowly washed over me as I thought more about my friends. I left them. A Diamond Dog leaving his pack behind is like a dragon leaving it’s hoard unprotected. Whatever, I need to live to fight another day. I went to sleep soundly. Thoughts lingered in my mind about what happened to the others. The thought of them possibly being mangaled like a corpse brought a tear to my eye, as it was a high possible. Buddy could fit in small spaces and was hard to hit, Archie was simply too fast for them to catch, and Charlie had a lot of energy and could run for hours. This eased my worries a bit but not completely. I closed my eyes as I brought my body down to lay on the dirt. I let darkness slowly take me into my dreams and out of reality within a matter of short seconds.


Author's Note

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