Name: Barrack Gender: Male Species: Huskey Sheperd (Violet poison) Story: In a world where animals rule and humans don't exist, a virus called the "Violet Poison" has been raging for years. Almost like zombies, the infected hunt for any uninfected creature around them. The poisoned sometimes possesses telekinesis. The uninfected banded together to capture and study the poisoned creatures, putting strong muzzles on them. Barrack was herded to the caves and trapped there. After a few years, the caves were overrun and every creature infected inside. Barrack was released but unlike the others, he still had his mind. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cries echoed from tunnels that stretched in front of him, growing louder as he padded forward. Cries of pain, fear, and defeat. The dog lifted his head, a silver band stretched over his muzzle. Violet veins and markings stretched across his fur, his eyes glowed an unnatural purple. Another cry bellowed from ahead. A crazed-looking cat raced by, purple slime falling from its mouth as it shot past. A cry and hiss followed from behind him. The cat's victorious yowl told him who had won. He didn't remember how he got there. He didn't remember anything, in fact. All he could feel was the poison. It's warm violet depths seemed to be pulling him down into their waiting, glowing claws. But, he resisted. He pulled through in order to think. Thinking helped him be able to keep himself from pulling the dagger off the wall next to him and using it on himself. He knew the creatures who had trapped him here were either dead or infected by now, he shouldn't join them in their grave. He looked forward, the light was close now. He needed it. He needed to be in it, now. He raced forward, pushing his legs against the ground until his pelt was bathed in silver moonlight. Howls surrounded him. Purple eyes flashed in the darkness. He looked around for more light and spotted a dying candle. He stared at it until he was able to control it and make it float over to him. The dying flame flickered and turned purple, floating by his side. He looked at the animals around him. A dog stood near him, it's violet eyes dead and empty. The poison had control of him. That dog would never know what became of him, his mind was nothing but a memory now. He looked up at the moon. He thought about how there was no one left like him. He considered ending it now, the pain of the poison ending forever. Then he shook his head. He could help others. His mind wasn't like the others. He could resist the poison. He could save the uninfected if they let him. He took off into the woods, determined with his new purpose, and to prove to himself he wasn't mindless like the others. Trees flashed by as he ran. His muzzle grazed painfully against his skin. The candle gave off a bright purple glow, lighting up the area around him. He gave out a growl as a stone jabbed his paw. The poison cooed again, promising that pain would disappear if he gave in. He pressed forward, ignoring it. He could help others. He wouldn't let the poison win. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Words: 447 Done! I hope this is good for entry.
