Title : The History of The Black Dog
Author : MayaHuskee
Category : Flashback/Character Developement
Rating : PG-13 [Because of bloodshed and death]
Summary : A short fanfic explaining how 'The Black Dog' from A Wolf's Tail came to be.... When a black dog is brought to his death by three wolves, what happens when he gets his chance for revenge?
Notes : After seeing Dakotawerewolf's "The Black Dog" poem, I decided to write about my black dog from A Wolf's Tail. ;]
Characters : All characters (Sandra, The Black Dog, ect) © MayaHuskee & Maya Huskee Productions
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A ghostly black Irish wolfhound looking dog walked across the uncharted land beside the land that belonged to those of Star Clan. His fur was scraggly, and unkept. His long pink tongue with a black spot on it lulled from his maw as he walked, bouncing up and down slightly. His eyes, pure black, searched the area before him. He sat for a moment, and scratched at the side of his head at a tick that was bothering him greatly. A soft smirk came upon his black lips as he heard a howl in the distance. It wasn’t to far away, and he could make it. His favorite thing to do was fight with neighboring wolves. He got to his paws, and began to run in stride across the land before him. He had locked into the howling that had died just moments after he started to run.

The black dog came upon the wolves; there was three of them. A sandy coloured fae, a black and grey brute, and then a brown coloured brute. The black dog smiled and hunched down behind the brush that kept him hidden from the wolves. The wolves had a rabbit that was nearly gone. The two brutes had the carcass in their jaws, and where ripping it apart in a game of tug-o-war. The sandy fae simply laid to the side, chewing on the last bit of meat. The black dog saw this as his chance to attack the fae. He licked his black lips, and with a moment of pause he then jumped through the brush. The two brutes barely had time to react. The fae had a little bit more time, sense she was farther from the black dog. The two locked jaws, snapping and snarling at each other. The black dog began to rip into her pretty pelt. As soon as he began this, the two other wolves began to attack the dog. He had to maneuver himself between the three that where tearing at him. This time he was not going to get away from the wolves, the three had him good, and where tearing him to his death. He put up his fight, until there was no hope for him.

The three wolves had him to the ground, and at this point the sandy fae backed away. She let out a soft whimper as she looked at the black dog who was loosing blood and quickly. She was soft hearted, and didn’t like to see any of her own kind die. The black and grey male seemed to read her mind.

“He’s nothing but some two-legger pet, Sandra. He deserves to leave this world.” He said with a snort as he brought his attention back to the panting dog. The brown brute snorted and nodded in agreement, but it still did not settle easy with the sandy wolf, who was called ‘Sandra’. She watched as the dog was lying there, dying. The black and grey brute grunted again, and then turned. The brown wolf began to follow, and after a moment of watching the black dog once more, she too left to follow.

The black dog struggled to get to his paws, almost making it but simply just falling back down into the blood that was his. Finally, he laid there, letting the world take him. He stared into the sky above him, before his eyes began to gloss over as death took his lasts breath. And thus everything seemed to stop for a moment in remembrance of the black dog.

Suddenly, the black dog’s chest began to rise and fall again as he took breaths of the sweet air around him. His glossy eyes shot into a deep red that almost glowed. His ghostly figure became ghostly, as if you could see through him. The black dog rose to his paws slowly, looking around him. Then, a smirk appeared across his black lips. And in what seemed a mist, he was gone. The only thing that was left of his existence was the blood on the ground where he had laid dead just moments before.

Weeks had passed, and Sandra had seemed to have gotten over the incident. She was patrolling the boarder, sense she had gone out hunting and often did this. She happened to be at the boarder of the unclaimed land when she suddenly heard something to the side of her. Then she heard it on the other side of her, her head turning to see what it was. Then it seemed to be in front of her. She looked forward, a bit spooked at this point, her fur standing on end. Finally, a laugh of mockery came from behind her.

“Sandra…” Came a dark voice, making her shiver. She looked behind her to see the black dog, her eyes lit with fear. She had watched him dying there that day weeks ago, and yet here he stood. The black dog could smell the fear coming from her, which only made him smile. His smile soon turned into a snarl, his long white fangs showing.

“Run,” His voice could be heard between the snarling. Sandra was more than happy to oblige. But instead of running back towards where she knew most of her wolves where, she ran into the land that belonged to no wolf. The two ran, snarling and snapping at each other for miles. Finally, they came to ledges and rocky area, and Sandra had to climb to get away from the dog. They fought as the black dog worked on pushing her farther and farther up the rocky ledges. Finally, they came to a large black ledge filled with mist. The black dog lunged, locking his jaws onto her side near her hip. Sandra growled, and snapped, locking onto his head. He let go, and their jaws clashed together. As the two kept fighting each other, the black dog was pushing Sandra closer and closer to the edge of the cliff that wasn’t seen through all the mist.

Finally, the black dog got away, backing up. He smiled, his black lips glittering in the misty air. Sandra panted, and growled at him. The black dogs red eyes glowed with glee. Sandra did not understand what he was doing.

“You let me die, and now I shall return the favor.” He said, Sandra not understanding at all what he meant. But she had no time to react as he lunged at her and the two went tumbling off the cliff. But soon, Sandra found herself alone, the black dog sitting over the edge, watching her fall. The black dog let out a malicious laugh, a near howl, as he disappeared from the ledge. Sandra fell to her death, leaving her clan with no leader.

The next day, the two brutes, along with a young smoky grey fae, went in search of their leader. The followed her scent to the boarder line, a soft hint of her fear was still left in the air. The black and grey brute was puzzled as for there was no scent of what had made Sandra be afraid. They followed her scent out of the territory, and into the land that belonged to no wolf. The followed it for half a day, until they came to the cliffs. The brown brute sniffed around, and nodded – Sandra had been here. But there was still no scent of what had brought her here. The three wolves followed her scent up to the misty black cliff. They continued to sniff around, but found nothing but Sandra’s blood and scent. A laugh came from behind the wolves, and they all turned to see the black dog once more. The two brutes gasped, remembering him lying in blood, dying. They could barely believe what they where seeing. He smirked, his fangs bared as began to approach the two brutes. The black and grey brute growled first.

“I thought we taught you once before, you worthless piece of crap!” The brute said as he lunged at the black dog. They began to clash fangs, the sound of growling, snarling, and flesh ripping heard. The brown brute didn’t waste much time, coming in to join the fight against the black dog that seemed to not know when his time had come. The smoky grey fae did not join in the fighting, she watched, horrified. The three began to move closer to the edge of the cliff, which no one seemed to see. The fae soon saw it and she let out a gasp. With one more push, the black dog had the brown brute pushed off the edge, and was close to getting the black and grey one over the edge – but the black dog paused for a moment. The brute was standing over the black dog, reading to sink his fangs into the dog’s throat. But the black dog simply smiled.

“You shall remember your death was caused by a worthless piece of crap,” The black dog said to the brute, emphasizing the word crap. The brute’s eyes lit up as he was tossed over the edge. The black dog arose, and looked at the horrified fae, who began to back up. The black dog’s eyes set on the lovely fae, a soft smile appearing on his face.

“You…” He said with a pause, “You shall live. And you shall return to your home, and you shall tell them the tale of the black dog. You shall tell them how he died, and how he now seeks revenge on those who killed him – wolves.” He said bitterly, pausing once more. “You shall be the only one to have seen the black dog, and live to tell the tale. All other shall die a painful death.” He smirked at her. She shivered, her eyes filled with an intense fear for the black dog.

“Warn them to stay away, or they shall see their death come to them.” He smiled once more at the lovely fae, and then disappeared in the mist. The fae could not believe her ears, or her eyes. She began to shake uncontrollably, and began to run – run back the way they had come. She ran the whole way, not stopping at all. Her chest was killing her, the blood pounding in her ears. But she did not feel safe until she was far from the boarder that marked her territory from the one that belonged to no wolf. She stumbled into the camp where all the wolves where. She still shook, as she fell to the ground. A few wolves turned their heads, and few rushed to her side to ask where the others where. She panted heavily, her eyes closed as she lay there. Finally, she spoke – but she only spoke three words, that where barely heard.

“The Black Dog.”