The Hard Truth [Open]

[fell]

The heartbeat of the pup pounded in his chest, beating so fast and hard that it felt like his chest would soon explode. The small jaws of the pup were parted, long pink flesh called a tongue hanging out the side of it. Drool dripped down from the tongue as he ran. All the way from the forest he had ran, and there was no stopping the 2 month old coonhound as he dashed towards his home. It felt like time had stopped ever since the incident with the bear had happened. No, it had just happened though. He had just watched his human fall victim to a bear, along with the other two coonhounds that he had been with. His first instinct was to run home, where it was safe.

Finally, a familiar road appeared just beyond the trees. Luke dashed out of the trees and straight out onto the street, which lead to the loud screech of tires as a car slammed on their breaks so they wouldn’t run the puppy over. The human blasted the horn of the car at the puppy, along with a string of curses. Luke yelped, freezing in his tracks like a deer in headlights as the car stopped a mere foot from hitting the puppy. His chest rose and fell as he stared at the big white escalade that had almost hit him. The human was still shouting at the dog, screaming and shaking her hands up in the air.

Adrenaline still flowed through the pups body, allowing his limbs to unlock. Suddenly he darted out of the street, racing down along the sidewalk towards his home. There it was, a small blue house without a fence in the front yard. Quickly he ran over to the front porch, jumping up the three porch steps and making his way to the front door. Standing up on his hind legs, his forepaws resting on the front door, tail wiggling slowly as if someone inside would open the door. A small whine escaped the pup as he stood outside the front door, scratching at the old wood door.

Deep down he knew though. Nobody would be opening that door.

[shy]

Skip walked along in the small like forest seeing how it was much cooler out of the shade it was very hot, his crystal blues eye watched around him lazy like.

He like to keep watch around him for any other strays, or even humans that like to scoop you up, and make you as a pet, as he walked a loud sound came from the distance it sound like tires.

He shrugged it wasn't his problem some strays were stupid to go out into the road even other creatures to as he walked he heard crumbling, and foot steps coming fast.

His fur bristled up a bit hearing them come he didn't know if it was a mad dog, or one of them hyper active dogs he soon turn, and seen a coon hound pup run for his life. As the pup passed him he tilted his head.

The poor thing was scared out of his mind he soon followed the pup in the direction he took, when he got to the place the pup was at he stopped in the shadows seeing that it was a house pet. No one answered the pups whine.

Which made Skip wonder on what happen to him he slowly came out of the shadows walking toward the steps when he was close he sat down in front of the place "Hey whats wrong pup you look scared out of your mind"he spoke softly.

He hopped he wouldn't scare the pup for which his coyote look scared a lot of people, pets, and some strays.

[fell]

Luke dragged his small black claws across the wood door, scratching at it even more. He was so preoccupied with whining at the door that he didn’t notice a dog approaching and making its way into the yard. What caught his attention though was the voice that broke through his thoughts, asking a simple question. Luke dropped to all four paws in front of the door and slowly turned, looking at the dog with wide terrified eyes. His chest still heaved in and out as he breathed heavily, but it was slowly becoming more and more regular and less haggard as the seconds passed.

Another small whine escaped the pup as he took a step foreword, then back, and then he laid down in front of the door. His body curled into a little ball as he stared at the dog. Was it a pet or a stray, would it hurt him? Luke was all alone now, he was terrified, he had no idea what he was going to do at this point.

”They all died.” Luke finally said, in a quiet whisper.

[shy]

Skip watched the pup he notice that the pup kind of feared him figure his coyote look always made strays, humans, and pets wonder of his behavior. When the pup spoke it took him a moment to speak hearing that they died "Oh....Im....Im sorry little one"He said kindly.

Then a bit sad to he slowly walked up the stairs, and laid a few inches away from the pup "My name is Skip but I like it when every one calls me Ace I dont like my name very much"he said to the pup.

[fell]

Luke trembled, his legs shaking as he stood on laid on the front porch. His amber eyes never left the other dog, watching. Normally, he would of raced up to another dog and acted like any normal puppy. Hyper, excited, and friendly. After seeing three deaths and barely escaping with his life, Luke didn't know how to act. There was just too many emotions at the moment, and he was completely overwhelmed by the situation at hand. His long thin tail thumped against the wood porch loudly as an answer towards the apology. There was nothing to be said that could fix what had just happened.

Luke quietly watched as the other dog approached the stairs and laid down on the porch inches from him. Another small quiet whine escaped Luke as he watched the dog, his ears perking up a little as it spoke. "My names Luke." He answered, laying his head down on his large paws.

[shy]

Skip gave a smile, and nod to him "Interesting name look sorry if I scared you I never mean to scare everyone lots think me as a dark and mean brute cause I have coyote in me but I am a really nice brute....Im guessing your a stray now from what you told me I am I think I can find you a place to stay if not you can hang with me I dont mind company"He said kindly.

He really didnt mind as long you didnt get in his skin twenty four seven every day, and night he would loose his mind.