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Carter J

With spread toes, the dirt touched her in between each digit, in crevices she had not realized she had. Only the first layer of the earth had shed its skin to touch her, but underneath it was hard and stiff, unmovable.

Carter swallowed a rock in her throat.

Her limp had improved. Her throat was dry. Her eyes burned. Her feet ached.

Carter blinked. She stood still. A grey, ugly fat wolf in the middle of a dusty forest.

With no trees, she would be able to see someone coming. Any it, he, she, they or thing. It would be spied by her with vicious teeth.

Carter closed her eyes and locked her knees in place.

Safe. No rivers. No trees. No food. No wolves. No. None. Nothing.

Nothing is safe.

Dec 30, 2017 02:50 PM

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Vittorio fenshae

What was out here in the great big world?

Vittorio had no idea. A valley, supposedly. Whatever that was.

He had smelled Pete, and he was curious what she was up to. Where did she go, when she left the alcove? Mama had never left the alcove, except rarely to drink. But Pete was not Mama. She was more like Beauweau. He was always running off to do things. Sometimes he had come back with food. Sometimes Pete came back with food, too.

Did that mean there was food out here?

Meandering along in his curious bunny-hop pace, the gimpy pup was making terrible time at crossing the desert. He was not so very far from his gorge, in truth, but he was further from it than he had ever gone by himself by a long shot.

Life had taught him to be cautious, and as soon as he caught scent of a stranger, he frozen in place like a frightened rabbit. Some distance away, the dusty-colored pup stiffened and stared at the big gray lady.


Who was that?!

Dec 30, 2017 07:18 PM — Post #1

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Carter J

It was time to move as much as she wanted to stay still, Carter had already put her mind to what she was going to do.

Inhaling sharply, her nose immediately scrunched. She rumbled, she shook, her eyes open.

Someone was near. Someone was close and it was disgusting.

Carter’s lazy eyes scanned around her, but she could not see the towering height of disgusting creatures ready to intrude and to push. Carter was not about to be caught in an ambush. They were coming for her, they would grab her leg, her shoulders, hold her down and fill her with the wet moss and the icy pebbles and the cold sweat.

Never. She was never safe. She could never be alone.

Carter took a few steps forward, her beady eyes searching as her nostrils flared.

Jan 02, 2018 02:20 PM — Post #2

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Vittorio fenshae

Vitto shoved his little body backwards, pressing in close to the red-tan rocks of his home. He stood stock still, watching as the big gray wolf looked around. Looking for him?

His heart hammered in his chest. Maybe she wouldn’t find him. Maybe she would keep walking past him.

Maybe she was a monster.

Taking care not to make a sound, the curious pup watched and prepared to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

Jan 02, 2018 02:24 PM — Post #3

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Carter J



It was waiting.

Once again, Carter would show herself to be unrelenting. Cracking her jaws open, her jowls split to introduce the hanging ivory fangs that stayed firm in her cave of teeth. Her pink tongue did not move as she slammed her teeth together.

If they showed themselves, she was willing to bite.

Carter flung herself around, her ugly eyes scanning pointlessly. She was working herself up, her breath was becoming heavier and quicker, her body darted in every which way, for if she did not see where they would be coming, they would grab her.

Carter snapped her teeth into the air more, bold and proud. And she was hungry.

Jan 03, 2018 11:53 AM — Post #4

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[ Edited: Jan 03, 2018 12:30 PM by Carter ]
Name Player
Vittorio fenshae

Vittorio felt supremely clever, pressed as he was against the stone, superbly camouflaged. He was invisible! He was mighty! He was powerful! He was a MONSTER!

But the strange girl sure looked like a monster. He watched her from a distance, the way she snapped at the air, the way she whirled around. She seemed dangerous. She seemed wild. He had never seen anything like it, and he stood transfixed, so fascinated he nearly forgot to be afraid.

Jan 03, 2018 02:28 PM — Post #5

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Carter J

As she bundled around like a bucking bull, Carter’s dull eyes bulged at the surrounding area. All the dirt, the too still bushes, the quiet wind, the dead dead silent. Her nostrils flared. She stopped twirling and throwing herself every which way. Beneath her feet laid the ruined sand, just twisted and dizzy as she was.

Her eyes narrowed against a rock. Carter’s inhaled sharply. She blinked. She straightened herself out.

She did not see it.


She was seeing it.


Carter decided to close her eyes, and she did. It. Darkness. She could see and acknowledge darkness. When she opened her eyes again, she couldn’t believe what was in front of her.

It made the ache inside her pound and throb, it was the same feeling of an overstuffed nose. Like the snot that accidentally, but eventually leaked out, Carter could not stop herself.

One brave foot in front of another, she was slow at first. Dull eyes remained trained on the creature by the rock. It had deceived her, this creature of deceit and mischief. Carter’s breathing continue through her mouth, in fact, it was cracked wide open, her tongue up and stretched, yet still cradled by the space between her teeth and her tongue and the air all around.

Carter tentatively stepped forward to the camouflaged mischief.

Jan 03, 2018 08:20 PM — Post #6

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Vittorio fenshae

Oh no.

She saw him. He saw her eyes, and they seemed to see through him, and he could almost feel the predatory gaze like a physical sensation crawling over his skin. Like a hawk circling overhead, preparing to swoop down and snatch him away.

His heart hammered. What was he supposed to do?

Should he sit still? Or should he try to make a run for it? Should he yell for Pete?

What would a monster do?

He turned to bolt, scampering as fast as three paws could carry him back toward the gorge.

Jan 04, 2018 02:35 PM — Post #7

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Carter J

There were options when others saw Carter.




Carter did not understand these options, but she recognized the disgust in their eyes, their fight in their steps, their hatred. And she stared right back, showing them how disgusting they were. Equivalence of nature.

She faltered in her pounding steps and quivering body, when her grey eyes trained to the hind quarters of

a river.

a dying animal.

screams. and screams. and screams,

the silence.

The hunger that came with it. The way she knew others to be and the way others knew her to be. It was mutual on sight. Everything ran from her in one way or another.

It was little. It swung itself in an unusual way. She craved the nothingness, but it did not feed her in the way that left her satisfied.

The tiny unformed body parts. The weak will. The familiarity of touch. The eagerness. All of it ran from her, now.

Carter decided that she would not let it go.

Sprinting ahead, Carter chased it.

Jan 05, 2018 01:06 PM — Post #8

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Vittorio fenshae

Vittorio knew not to look back.

That was what his instincts told him: Run, but do not look back. Do not stop to wonder whether the monster is still at your heels. Do not waste breath on screaming.

Run, Vitto.

And so he did. He bolted like a jackrabbit, pale amber eyes darting quickly in their sockets, looking for a hidey-hole. That would be his salvation. He was small. He would crawl into a tight space and she would not be able to follow him. This is what his instincts told him, and he followed them like a puppet guided on strings.

The mouth of the gorge opened up nearby, but it was an impossible distance for three tired paws paddling through sand. He would need to make do with something closer.

There was a stone, embedded into sand, a narrow opening beneath it. He dove for that, scrambling headfirst into this small hole carved out from the side of the dune. It stank of fox, but it was an old, stale smell, the inhabitant long since gone.

The mother-fox his parents had dismembered when he was conceived, perhaps, though he would of course know nothing of it.

He squirmed his way into the tight space, tucking his little body into the hole. His tongue lolled, already tired with his brief sprint. The fox den was deep, several feet at least, but narrow, and the earth pressed in claustrophobically on either side.

Perhaps the monster would dig him out.

Perhaps she would get stuck.

He pressed himself as far into the hole as he could get, feeling behind him with one tentative paw as his nostrils filled with the seasons-old musk of fox.

Jan 05, 2018 01:32 PM — Post #9

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Carter J

Carter decided that she wanted it.

Nostrils flaring, with heavy, hard, and pounding steps, her dull eyes bulged as it dove away.

It went underground.

Immediately, Carter slowed her pace. She kept her head low, her eyes glaring, and her goal set.  She knew it was a wolf. That it was not a fox, or a squirrel, or a rabbit, or anything like prey. Both ran. Did they run for different reasons?

The hole was big enough for her to shove her face into to wall of her shoulders.

It was good enough.

Spreading her forearms to cradle the entrance, each grey fat limb held her sturdily as she bent herself downwards like a giraffe reaching for water. Carelessly, Carter shoved her face into the old stinky den, into the darkness and into whatever retaliation the young wolf brought.

Jan 05, 2018 10:55 PM — Post #10

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Vittorio fenshae

He flattened himself to the sandy wall, trying his best to stay out of reach. If he were smaller - if he were a fox kit instead - perhaps he could stay safe and squished and away from harm.

But he was not a fox. He was a wolf, however small and malformed.

He could smell her breath, feel it ruffle his fur. See every detail of her toothy jaws. She was not quite within biting distance, but a bit of straining and digging might place her there.

She was a monster. She was the river, come to swallow him up. He had not drowned, and so the creek had taken the shape of a wolf to come for him.

His bladder let go, urine dribbling warmly against his crouching paws, adding to the stink of the den.

Jan 06, 2018 12:11 AM — Post #11

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Carter J

As her head wiggled to fit inside the den, she finally, finally got her salivating glance at the it.

The tiny creature. Her grey eyes flicked to each point of it’s body. To the scared, shivering expression. To the bulging eyeballs. To the arched fur. To the cowering. To the shriveled, awkward deformed paw. To the darkened, damped soil now saturated with urine.

Her mouth closed as her nostrils ferociously blew the unsettled dust. Carter was the dragon, plucking little lambs from their herds. Carter was the river that pushed and shoved the rock, telling it to move it’s ass over. Carter was the one who murdered the screams. Carter, the one who felt hunger gnawing inside her so greatly that it felt like it pushed the seams of her skin, bursting her hair upwards and upright always from to the broken and frayed threads. Carter, the one who did not acknowledged and the one who decided, was the same fat ugly asocial wolf that pushed forward unforgivably.

Silently, she pressed herself against the ground. Her forearms moved to lay by her side and her stomach mingled with the earth. Carter laid silence, she stared at the pup and it’s weakness. She did not snarl, nor growl, or snap her teeth. Her mind did not wander to those who may stalk outside, but she focused intensely.


He did not scream.


He was different from his smell to his arm to his fear. He did not pity her, nor did she him.

Her mouth slightly opened as her paws came up around her skull, feeling the earth under her dull, flatten claws. The female began to open the entrance, slowly.

Like a bullfrog, she croaked from her unused disposable voice,“It.” Horrid, the single syllable plucked from an un-tuned vocal chord.

Jan 06, 2018 12:32 AM — Post #12

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Vittorio fenshae


He had been called worse.

Still trying to make himself very small, his ropey tail tucked up to his damp belly, his head held low and ears flat to his head.  If he could make himself smaller, maybe he could disappear into the earth. Maybe the ground would swallow him right up.

”Are you a monster?” he asked, in an awe filled whisper. His terror mingled with something like curiosity, even now in the face of his demise. ”I’m a monster, too.”

If the creek had come for him at last, perhaps at least it would answer his questions before dragging him to its depths.

Jan 06, 2018 12:47 AM — Post #13

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Carter J

Carter’s attempts began to pull at the dirt, she could feel the small amount of wiggle room she had been granted. Carter decided that she would not press forward for the time being. She acknowledged that she already blocked the one way out. She had no rush, she had no other plans, it was simply her and it.

“Are you a monster?” Her nose pinched and rose, the heat in her pelt returned.

“I’m a monster, too.” And then her dull monochromatic fur flatten and her sour expression faded.

Carter heard it’s words, acknowledged them and ate them for the time being. Perhaps, it was because the creature before her was so little, so scared, yet there was no screams. Perhaps, it was the gnawing emptiness inside her that twisted her guts and haunted her.

Lazily, she blinked. The film of her eyelids coated her boring eyes with little to no effect. The wolf by the river said there was something wrong with her. But, there wasn’t. It was the rest of the world that was soured and rotten.

“Mine.” A hoarse whisper.

Carter pushed forward, feeling the strain on her shoulders and neck. “Mine.” She repeated. “You’re mine.”



Jan 07, 2018 02:47 PM — Post #14

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Vittorio fenshae

There was nowhere for him to go.

He had crawled into this one-way hole, following a child’s instincts, and now he was trapped within it. The monster did not answer his question directly. But, in a way, she had answered it.


She was the river. He belonged to it, and it had taken the shape of a wolf and come to take him. He shivered, but did not scream, and did not fight. He did not know what would happen, but his instincts told him to stay limp and small and acquiescent.

“Will it hurt?” He asked the nose that was within inches of him now.

She would take him to drown, he imagined. She would pull him under and he would sleep forever, like Mamamama and Beauweau, and sleeping wasn’t so bad was it?

He only wanted answers to his questions before it happened. One monster to another.

Jan 07, 2018 02:54 PM — Post #15

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