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PostWar Side: Fluffy
Hey y'all,
Directly inspired by
skoon's 'fluffy pony' images, seen here: http://www.furaffinity.net/full/8170715/ and here: http://www.furaffinity.net/full/8170709/
Just with a PostWar twist (so, a lil' darker).
skoon if there's a problem with this, I'll pull it down.
The old wolf's cowboy boots crunched in the gravel, as he approached what was left of the small outpost. The lanky grey and white male's faded green eyes swept the charred, smoldering ruins of three buildings, a barn and two houses. Broken furnishings, unwanted items and bodies littered the dusty ground between the wrecks.
The berm, and palisade fence hadn't held against whatever heavy vehicles the brigands had used to punch through, and the dozen or so people eking out a living had stood about as much chance.
Touching a piece of board jutting from the ruined barn, the wolf estimated the fire had been out only a few hours. He let the Remington Model 81 fall onto it's sling, and drew the worn 1911 from it's holster, as he began to look over the bodies.
A bundle in the arms of a blood-coated filly caught his eye, the woman's leg's and pelvis mashed by some kind of tire. Her eyes were gone, a long gash across them.
The old wolf dropped into a crouch, tugging at the bundle. To his surprise the 'corpse' tugged back. As the bundle slipped from her weak paws, she called out for him to return her baby in a fading, wheezy mumble. That voice failed as she began convulsing, and suddenly stilled.
He heard a familiar, final rattle of breath, and slowly opened the bundle. To his surprise he found himself looking into a pair of huge yellow eyes. The young, fluffy pony blinked as he yawned.
The wolf slid the .45 back into it's holster, and pondered the pony. He set the bundle down on the cold ground, the little colt sitting up, and peering up at him. He judged the small guy was about a year old.
"Where mummy?" He said slowly, eyes welling.
After a moment, the old wolf's gravelly voice rasped out. " . . . Yer momma's not here."
The pony considered this gravely, before shivering. "Babeh coud."
"That I can help you with." The baby smiled at that, as the old wolf unzipped his beat up leather coat. He pulled off the leather bandolier of rifle rounds, and hung it from his arm. He gently gathered the pony up, and slipped him into the opened jacket. He stood up, letting the small cub slide down, before zipping the coat up to just below the pony's chin.
The pony's eyes closed in happiness, and he smiled. "Babeh wahm."
Lifting up the rifle, the wolf looked around, and then began walking back the way he'd come, heading towards the gleaner camp he'd passed a few days earlier. The Pack would take the little guy in. He knew that.
Check Six,
DireWolf505
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Directly inspired by
skoon's 'fluffy pony' images, seen here: http://www.furaffinity.net/full/8170715/ and here: http://www.furaffinity.net/full/8170709/Just with a PostWar twist (so, a lil' darker).
skoon if there's a problem with this, I'll pull it down.The old wolf's cowboy boots crunched in the gravel, as he approached what was left of the small outpost. The lanky grey and white male's faded green eyes swept the charred, smoldering ruins of three buildings, a barn and two houses. Broken furnishings, unwanted items and bodies littered the dusty ground between the wrecks.
The berm, and palisade fence hadn't held against whatever heavy vehicles the brigands had used to punch through, and the dozen or so people eking out a living had stood about as much chance.
Touching a piece of board jutting from the ruined barn, the wolf estimated the fire had been out only a few hours. He let the Remington Model 81 fall onto it's sling, and drew the worn 1911 from it's holster, as he began to look over the bodies.
A bundle in the arms of a blood-coated filly caught his eye, the woman's leg's and pelvis mashed by some kind of tire. Her eyes were gone, a long gash across them.
The old wolf dropped into a crouch, tugging at the bundle. To his surprise the 'corpse' tugged back. As the bundle slipped from her weak paws, she called out for him to return her baby in a fading, wheezy mumble. That voice failed as she began convulsing, and suddenly stilled.
He heard a familiar, final rattle of breath, and slowly opened the bundle. To his surprise he found himself looking into a pair of huge yellow eyes. The young, fluffy pony blinked as he yawned.
The wolf slid the .45 back into it's holster, and pondered the pony. He set the bundle down on the cold ground, the little colt sitting up, and peering up at him. He judged the small guy was about a year old.
"Where mummy?" He said slowly, eyes welling.
After a moment, the old wolf's gravelly voice rasped out. " . . . Yer momma's not here."
The pony considered this gravely, before shivering. "Babeh coud."
"That I can help you with." The baby smiled at that, as the old wolf unzipped his beat up leather coat. He pulled off the leather bandolier of rifle rounds, and hung it from his arm. He gently gathered the pony up, and slipped him into the opened jacket. He stood up, letting the small cub slide down, before zipping the coat up to just below the pony's chin.
The pony's eyes closed in happiness, and he smiled. "Babeh wahm."
Lifting up the rifle, the wolf looked around, and then began walking back the way he'd come, heading towards the gleaner camp he'd passed a few days earlier. The Pack would take the little guy in. He knew that.
Check Six,
DireWolf505
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Very nice
The pictures were a great inspiration for this, I can certainly tell. You really got the emotions and the dialogue down to a perfect representation of what both you and Skoon were trying to say with your pictures.
This was very moving and very well-done. Both of you.
Excellent job.
~Adrik
The pictures were a great inspiration for this, I can certainly tell. You really got the emotions and the dialogue down to a perfect representation of what both you and Skoon were trying to say with your pictures.
This was very moving and very well-done. Both of you.
Excellent job.
~Adrik
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