Post by Krysta on May 8, 2009 14:50:20 GMT -5
It was dark… and light. A smog filled sky was polluted by the luminescent street lamps. Day time was barely any different with the exception that the street lamps were off. An orange sphere could be seen during those times trying to break through the haze, traveling a set path over the city looking for ways to sneak in. Every attempt by the sun seemed to be in vain.
You would think that such a dark, desolate place such as this would be perfect for hiding. Sadly for Krysta this was not the case. Her glossy white coat was radiant, especially in these dark times. Masking her presence seemed impossible. Seeming and actually being are two different things though, and she managed to get by. Quick on her feet she was a blur to whatever passerby dared walk the streets. She found salvation every so often behind abandoned objects; trash cans, run down rusted hunks of machinery, and even behind the front door of houses deserted by the unfortunate, unlucky creatures that fell victim to living in such a shamble of a district.
Eventually these tactics lead Krysta to her true destination. In the center of this mess she had once discovered a small club. Most came now just for the pleasure of drinking their lives away at the bar, but some still found reason to escape reality long enough to just hang out with friends in the quickly dying dump. There was even a band that played every Friday night. Krysta didn’t know the name of this band, and didn’t really care to find out. What she did fine pleasure in was gazing at the lead singer from an ally window.
This lucky young wolf was blessed with a solid structure. From his handsomely sculpted head to his broad muscular shoulders; a strong chest chiseled off by a master artist. His godly creator was gifted, he himself gifted with genes passed off for the world to see. Krysta took it all in usually losing her well kept composure and being reduced to an awestruck adolescent drooling helplessly from the corner of her mouth. She began wagging her tail in approval and whining ever so slightly like that of a pup.
Having taken her fill and already staying out far longer than one should unaccompanied, Krysta turned to begin her somewhat long journey back home. If she hurried she might make it back in time to get a few hours of sleep before returning to her new found job. She stepped forward happily and unaware of the companion just steps behind her. Without warning they lunged forward and grabbed.
Krysta cried out but found her shriek muffled; a firm hand over her mouth. The voice of a demon driven by greed spoke softly to her… ignoring the struggle,
“Now what’s a beautiful young woman doing out alone on the streets? It’s dangerous out here, you wouldn’t want to be taken advantage of would you?”
He paused, then spoke even more maliciously, hungrily,
“Or would you?”
Krysta tried to yell out multiple times in failure. She would have given anything to shut him up. He was too full of himself for her liking. She also had no intentions of sleeping with anyone that night… especially someone as disgusting as this horny bastard. She preferred class.
He breathed in a mass of her silken hair and let out a sigh of approval. His nose moved to her soft cheek, and his tongue met her soft fur. It went past and found her skin. Rage rose high within Krysta’s chest and anger flashed in her usually innocent eyes. Enough was enough and she found a connection with her elbow to his gut. Taken by surprise her abductor released his grip and Krysta made a run for it… with no luck. More unsavory shadows stood at the end of the ally. Apparently creeps travelled in packs now.
Behind her the original attacker seemed to regain himself as he stood upright and he spoke out coolly. Everything seemed fine from his perspective.
“Where are you going baby? We haven’t even gotten started yet”. He began to laugh and was joined in his jest by the others. Krysta was not amused. She turned back to him and stood tall, cool, and collected.
“I’m not your babe. Can’t you see that I’m way out of your league?”
The others found her funny, but the attacker not so much. He didn’t seem to be having fun anymore.
“Dumb Bitch. Learn your place,” he pulled out a knife and began to walk angrily for her. Play time was over.
Krysta wasn’t really sure what to do at this point. She had never run into a situation before that had lead to this thanks to her hiding. She began to back up slowly but the strike was quick. The shadow in the dark reached forward with a shining blade and sliced against her flesh. Krysta’s arm drew back from its attempt to block and she held it nervously. Her eyes grew large in shock.
“No stupid Bitch is going to make a fool of me,” the attacker raised his arm again, and Krysta leapt forward where her head met with his chest. She had hoped this would be enough to clear a path to freedom but the others had been sitting on their toes ready for this moment. They grabbed and tore at her.
Krysta found herself lying on her back defending herself with kicks and sucker punches to the faces of random group members but these tactics were not doing much for her. Sometimes a howl of pain could be heard but it began to become more and more confusing as to whether it was coming from the attackers or herself.
Eventually she saw an opening and ducked between a pair of legs. Someone grabbed her tail and tried to pull her back in but she turned quickly and gave them a better look at her oversized foot. Her legs were strong from running in the past. This may be her best bet. As more approached she lifted again and took a swipe with her foot sending one member crashing back into a pile of unwanted clatter. They were started to get attention.
Members of the nearby club began to poke their heads outside to see what all of the ruckus was. Seeing a fight broken out some bouncers began to run over to hold back the men. Krysta took this as an opportunity well needed and ran through the first opening seen. She did not stop until the sounds of voices were long lost, then ducked into one of the abandoned homes. There she sat curled up behind the front door and began licking her wounds. Tears began to stream down her face as she sobbed.
“They’ll pay for this… Someday… I’ll get them,” and she slowly drifted into unconsciousness from her exhaustion.
Krysta awoke the next morning and began to head back to headquarters. She was going to make sure as soon as possible that this would never happen again. The time to learn self defense was now.
You would think that such a dark, desolate place such as this would be perfect for hiding. Sadly for Krysta this was not the case. Her glossy white coat was radiant, especially in these dark times. Masking her presence seemed impossible. Seeming and actually being are two different things though, and she managed to get by. Quick on her feet she was a blur to whatever passerby dared walk the streets. She found salvation every so often behind abandoned objects; trash cans, run down rusted hunks of machinery, and even behind the front door of houses deserted by the unfortunate, unlucky creatures that fell victim to living in such a shamble of a district.
Eventually these tactics lead Krysta to her true destination. In the center of this mess she had once discovered a small club. Most came now just for the pleasure of drinking their lives away at the bar, but some still found reason to escape reality long enough to just hang out with friends in the quickly dying dump. There was even a band that played every Friday night. Krysta didn’t know the name of this band, and didn’t really care to find out. What she did fine pleasure in was gazing at the lead singer from an ally window.
This lucky young wolf was blessed with a solid structure. From his handsomely sculpted head to his broad muscular shoulders; a strong chest chiseled off by a master artist. His godly creator was gifted, he himself gifted with genes passed off for the world to see. Krysta took it all in usually losing her well kept composure and being reduced to an awestruck adolescent drooling helplessly from the corner of her mouth. She began wagging her tail in approval and whining ever so slightly like that of a pup.
Having taken her fill and already staying out far longer than one should unaccompanied, Krysta turned to begin her somewhat long journey back home. If she hurried she might make it back in time to get a few hours of sleep before returning to her new found job. She stepped forward happily and unaware of the companion just steps behind her. Without warning they lunged forward and grabbed.
Krysta cried out but found her shriek muffled; a firm hand over her mouth. The voice of a demon driven by greed spoke softly to her… ignoring the struggle,
“Now what’s a beautiful young woman doing out alone on the streets? It’s dangerous out here, you wouldn’t want to be taken advantage of would you?”
He paused, then spoke even more maliciously, hungrily,
“Or would you?”
Krysta tried to yell out multiple times in failure. She would have given anything to shut him up. He was too full of himself for her liking. She also had no intentions of sleeping with anyone that night… especially someone as disgusting as this horny bastard. She preferred class.
He breathed in a mass of her silken hair and let out a sigh of approval. His nose moved to her soft cheek, and his tongue met her soft fur. It went past and found her skin. Rage rose high within Krysta’s chest and anger flashed in her usually innocent eyes. Enough was enough and she found a connection with her elbow to his gut. Taken by surprise her abductor released his grip and Krysta made a run for it… with no luck. More unsavory shadows stood at the end of the ally. Apparently creeps travelled in packs now.
Behind her the original attacker seemed to regain himself as he stood upright and he spoke out coolly. Everything seemed fine from his perspective.
“Where are you going baby? We haven’t even gotten started yet”. He began to laugh and was joined in his jest by the others. Krysta was not amused. She turned back to him and stood tall, cool, and collected.
“I’m not your babe. Can’t you see that I’m way out of your league?”
The others found her funny, but the attacker not so much. He didn’t seem to be having fun anymore.
“Dumb Bitch. Learn your place,” he pulled out a knife and began to walk angrily for her. Play time was over.
Krysta wasn’t really sure what to do at this point. She had never run into a situation before that had lead to this thanks to her hiding. She began to back up slowly but the strike was quick. The shadow in the dark reached forward with a shining blade and sliced against her flesh. Krysta’s arm drew back from its attempt to block and she held it nervously. Her eyes grew large in shock.
“No stupid Bitch is going to make a fool of me,” the attacker raised his arm again, and Krysta leapt forward where her head met with his chest. She had hoped this would be enough to clear a path to freedom but the others had been sitting on their toes ready for this moment. They grabbed and tore at her.
Krysta found herself lying on her back defending herself with kicks and sucker punches to the faces of random group members but these tactics were not doing much for her. Sometimes a howl of pain could be heard but it began to become more and more confusing as to whether it was coming from the attackers or herself.
Eventually she saw an opening and ducked between a pair of legs. Someone grabbed her tail and tried to pull her back in but she turned quickly and gave them a better look at her oversized foot. Her legs were strong from running in the past. This may be her best bet. As more approached she lifted again and took a swipe with her foot sending one member crashing back into a pile of unwanted clatter. They were started to get attention.
Members of the nearby club began to poke their heads outside to see what all of the ruckus was. Seeing a fight broken out some bouncers began to run over to hold back the men. Krysta took this as an opportunity well needed and ran through the first opening seen. She did not stop until the sounds of voices were long lost, then ducked into one of the abandoned homes. There she sat curled up behind the front door and began licking her wounds. Tears began to stream down her face as she sobbed.
“They’ll pay for this… Someday… I’ll get them,” and she slowly drifted into unconsciousness from her exhaustion.
Krysta awoke the next morning and began to head back to headquarters. She was going to make sure as soon as possible that this would never happen again. The time to learn self defense was now.