You saved me. (Mature!)

[Harley]

Sparta's mud caked sides were heaving as she splashed through the swamp, eyes darting around nervously. The wind howled, sending sprays of muddy water onto her back. Small legs flashed, her breathing labored. Was he still behind her? Whoever it was, it was a swamp master and wanted a little lost dog like herself to a. eat or b. use for his own personal pleasure. The horrible smell of death and decay, along with stench of old mud slithered up her nostrils.


Fear clogged her mind, images of glowing red eyes filled her vision. Swamp water stung her eyes, blurring everything. Her paws ached, bolts of exhaustion fired through her short legs.

Her owner had gone with his girlfriend. Sparta had watched the terrifying abuse after she had broken up with him. She had ran to go try to find help, but headed the wrong way. The last thing she heard from the girl was a 'No, no! Don't do it!' And it broke the young dogs heart, no not the yell but the gun shot that followed the cry.

Pain. Pain shot up her leg and into her chest, following a planned trail into her skull.It broke her vision, a yelp bursting from her dry throat. Claws and teeth tore at her shoulder, sending her face first into the inch deep mud and water. The demon like dog was above her, fluorescent white teeth inches from her muzzle. "W-who are you?" Sparta gasped in pain, struggling. "It won't ma-" Suddenly, the dog flew off her, and another dog was on top of him. There was snapping,snarling, whining and yelping. But soon, the dog that wanted to hurt her fell silent. It surprised her, her rescuer was a smaller. But she had quit believing size meant strength when she took down her brother in a play fight. Blood stained her coat, mud caking on the wound. Her shoulder was searing, blood seeping into the mud. "Who are you?"




(OK. So who ever replies to this should be the rescuer. And in case any one was wondering, the guy didn't kill the girl, the shot was for the dog)

[BayMickey]

Diego dove under the water, snapping at the small fish at the bottom of the swampy water.
The German Shepard hadn't eaten for days, and eating minnows is what he had resorted to.

Diego's head popped up from the water when he heard a gunshot. Whatever that was wasn't that far away.
He then heard growling, looked to his left, and saw two figures moving in the near trees.

The male dog padded out the pond, invesitgating what was going on. He barked once, but no one answered.
Then, the bigger figure jumped a top the smaller one.

"Hey!"

Diego raced towards the two and knocked the black dog from the other.
The two fought for about a minute or so, then Diego got the upper hand, took advantage of it,
and broke the black dog's neck.

Then, a girlish voice came from the wounded dog, whom Diego assumed was dead.

"I'm Diego."

[Harley]

Slowly, Sparta stood. "Well, thank you Diego. But you aren't going to hurt or eat or do... other things... to me?" She asked, licking her wound gently. Blue eyes frantically searched the swamp, picking out everything that scared her, which was everything. Sparta looked down, paws covered in mud and one off the ground. She wasn't going to speak until he answered her.

The wind increased, sending her into the mud in surprise. Sparta looked up at him, her wound dirtied by mud. Her spirits where crushed and she was weak from the quick loss of blood. And she knew the wound was not a small one. Sparta didn't rise again, just lay on her side, head resting on her paws. "I'm waiting."

[BayMickey]

Diego laughed heartily.

"No."

He couldn't believe she just asked that, after he had saved her life!

"May I ask for your name, miss?"

Diego licked the wounds on his body, getting them clean.
He didn't get tto hurt, but he didn't come off with one.

He looked over at the female dog, noticing she had a huge gaping
wound on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

[Harley]

"I'm fine." Sparta says, struggling to stand again. "I was just making sure." She looked around, bending her neck again to lick the wound. "He had sharp teeth!" A growl erupted from her throat, but not towards him. "Oh, I'm Sparta." Her blue eyes searched him over. "Are you OK? You could of saved yourself from trouble and let him do what he pleased, but I am glad you didn't. Thanks again."

[BayMickey]

Diego nodded.

"I know, but I couldn't sit there and let him kill you."

The German Shepard turned and walked a step or two torwards his den, which was only about
100 ft. away.

"Come with me, I'll get those wounds fixed up."

Diego looked over his shoulder to Sparta.

"If you want to."

[Harley]

Sparta followed, limping. "Thanks." She sighed. The dog owed him. He saved her, he offered help. Blue eyes faced the ground as she followed. "So... why do you live in a swamp?" She asked, licking her shoulder.

(Er my gosh!)

[BayMickey]

OOC~ ?

Diego

Weaving through the trees, Diego's eyes behold nothing but green water and brown trees.

"I was born here."

His thick cajun accent leaked through.

"What are you doing here?"

Diego didn't take his eyes off what was infront of him, he could hear what was going on behind him,
so it didn't matter if he watched or not.

[Harley]

OOC- ? to your ?

Sparta nodded, keeping her nose at his tail tip. "My master was abusing his girlfriend after she broke up with him on a picinic, I ran to get help but went the wrong way. Then there was a gun shot." She looked at him. "I paniced, should of taken the road but thought I could get away and get help faster that way."

[BayMickey]

Diego

He snorted. She thought she could help out here? Maybe from a VooDoo witch or something.

"Oh, okay."

Diego walked upon his den and let her in first, being nice.

"I've got meat in there, feel free to eat however much you want."

he followed her in and laid down on his moss-bed.

[Harley]

Sparta sighed, plopping down and gently tugging a small piece of meat. "I wonder if she is still alive." She said aloud, chewing. "Why do you live in a place like this when you can move to the city, where there is a lot better food?"

[BayMickey]

Diego

The German Shepard snorted.

"Better food, Ha! You call kibble better food. I eat Gator, and deer, and, ocassionally stuff dropped off of boats coming from the people of the city."

Shrugging his shoulders at he other comment, Diego knawed on a bone from a slender deer.

"What are you doing out here?"

[Harley]

"Not kibble, left over turkey, steak, prok, hot dogs, chicken." She said, shivering at the thought. "I just told you, I ra away to go find help." Sparta sighed, looking at the raw meat in almost utter disgust.

[BayMickey]

Diego

"Oh."

He didn't say anymore. Diego like Gator and deer more tan anything. No doubt about it. This was his home,
and it would take a whole bunch to get him away from it.

[Harley]

She kept chewing, wincing at the tough meat. "I guess it isn't so bad. IT has a bloody taste though." She sighed, swallowing. Sparta looked around, taking another bite. (Soooooooooooooo Braindead.)


This is brain dead in cool font- Braindead

[BayMickey]

Me 2! I think it will be best if we took a break from this topic 'till tomorrow.

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