It was yet another cold winternight. Snow never seemed to stop falling from the darkened sky. It was a magical sight, but not for all. Through the freezing winds and wet snow, a small creature wandered. It had been many nights since he had slept decently. His body quivered, exhausted and starving. All he had eaten was a piece of moldy bread, the foul taste still lingered in his maw. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd slept decently. Let alone how it all started. Kicked out of the nest way before he was prepared, he wondered how he had kept fighting for so long. Each day was the same, a hopeless search for food, water, or merely a warm spot to curl up.

At least it was now evening. Most people had huddled up in their warm houses. How he wished he could join them. Sadly, there was no such luck. Then, his nose twitched. He smelled bread, fresh bread. It was the grocery, still open. In a distance, he could see a slim human with long hair hand several little discs.. They seemed to do this, traded it for food or whatever they desired. The fat human, clad in white clothing, handed the other human, a female, a whole bread. He could almost taste it in his mouth, the delicious smell.. Cautiously, he crawled closer. He knew he should stay away from these tall creatures. They were harsh and selfish. But.. It had been so long since he'd eaten. He whimpered softly as he sat before them, gazing up at the humans. How he wish he could speak to them, beg them.. But all he could manage was a weak whine. The humans glanced down, they saw him, and his tail wagged in reply. But instead of sharing their food with him, they merely raised their noses. The man shoved his foot into the pup's side, who yelped in surprise, in pain.. He collapsed, gasped for air.. Then stood up slowly. Fighting to stay on his legs, he trembled and whimpered, seeing the humans walk away. Yet the big human in white grabbed a long stick with brushy end and swiped it at him. His heavy voice barked strange words at him. The pup didn't have to understand the words. He ran. Ran away from the angry human.




What? Another comic page? Well, yes. I was struck with inspiration for this short story, and started doodling it in OC, with my beloved Dracky at my side.. Dunno what to do with it yet, but... At least here ya go, the sketchy version of page one out of.. Three, or so?

So.. Let's see how this goes, how people'll react. It's something completely from me, for me.. And it's a fun change of pace! Lemme know whatcha think!




Story, art, unnamed pup - ©