Dylan's left ear flickered at the noise behind him. The jackal looked over his ri...
Dylan's left ear flickered at the noise behind him. The jackal looked over his right shoulder and saw a cub standing over a broken toy. Dylan thought nothing of the mess, but the cub's mother did. The lioness pulled the boy, roughly, by his wrist and make swift work of his behind. Not a single soul batted an eye to the sobs of the child, Dylan didn't really think much about it. He, too, had recieved his fair share of beatings, not all of them from family.
The canine couldn't help but feel paranoid in the supermarket. Even though he only came for groceries, he felt as though someone was following him. He just couldn't shake that single thought and found himself looking over his shoulder quite often. The deep-brown eyes wavered over the furs quietly passing by. Dylan saw families, couples, groups of friend, and the occasional solo shopper.
Swallowing his spit, the jackal noticed his right paw searching through his jacket pocket. The tips of his claws found lint, dirt, and a crumpled up piece of paper. Prying the sheet of paper from his pocket, he unfolded the tightly packaged message. Crinkled words filled the paper and the canine could barely read the hand-writing itself. Although, he knew what he was here to buy and everything on the list was in the cart. Or, at least, he thought. Dylan decided to check for the hundreth time while waiting in the line.
His eyes quickly scanned back and forth from the paper and cart. Milk, check. Eggs, check. Cereal, check. Bread, check. Toilet paper, check. Then as Dylan looked over the last item on the list, he scratched it out. Who am I kidding, she doesn't use them anyway. May as well put them back. Beginning to reach into his cart, to pull out a small, rectangular box, he heard a voice call out. "Next!"
Jumping at the noise, Dylan looked in front of him. The check-out line was clear and it was his turn. Amazed by the site, Dylan forgot about putting up the item. He didn't feel like waiting in line again, he made that decision after looking behind him once more. There were about four or five furs waiting for him to go ahead and check-out. A few weren't even paying attention to the line and others were giving the jackal the stare-down of his life.
Gulping, Dylan moved up the line. He pulled out each item out, one at a time, and just took brief glances at the cashier. It was a grizzly bear, probably in his mid-20's, and the look on his face made it clear he hated his job. Dylan watched him silently slide each item over the register-thing. He didn't really even know what the thing was called, no one probably never even bothered to name it. But all Dylan had to know was that it was used to check-out his groceries.
Pulling out the small box he planned to leave behind, he sat it down on the counter. As the bear scanned it, his eyes caught hold of the name when it appeared on the scanned-screen. The young bear looked over at Dylan and just slightly raised an eyebrow. The canine knew that it wasn't out of confusion, but more so curiosity. Hell, Dylan would be curious what an adolescent fur would want with a box of condoms, besides the obvious reasons.
"They aren't for me." Dylan reassured. The bear just responded with a look that clearly said: "Yeah, right." and continued on pushing buttons.
"You total comes out to be: $23.41." Dylan quickly reached into his back-pocket to pull out his wallet. As he felt the cool leather, his left ear flickered again. Looking behind him once more out of paranoia, Dylan caught a brief glimpse of a shadow. But when he looked at it beyond first glance, it disappeared. "You okay, sir?"
Shaking his head and turning back to the cashier, Dylan said: "Yeah-yeah, I'm fine." Dylan shut his eyes for a few seconds as he pulled out his wallet and opened them once more, slightly. His nimble fingers quickly counted out twenty-five in fives. Pulling out the money and handing the money over to the bear was far too easy, in Dylan's mind. He felt as though there should be something more than just a quick transition of paper.
"Dawn!" The jackal could feel his face drop at the sudden cry of his last name. Of course, there it is. Looking behind himself, he came muzzle-to-muzzle with his bulky coach. The lion did his best to hold a snarl and look relatively pissed all the time, especially around Dylan.
"S-sir?" Dylan could barely choke the words as the school's coach was the last person he wanted to run into.
"Here is your change." The bear added in, meekly. He dropped the money into Dylan's open paw and the canine stuffed it into his pocket, not bothering to put it in his wallet, which Dylan was doing his best to hide.
"When are you going to join me and my boys on the team?" The lion looked and sounded like a military man, almost.
"Um, not this year, sir." Dylan cut eye contact as he began to feel the rage inside the lion's gut.
"That is a waste of talent, boy! I 'member when your father and I played back in our days. He was a trooper and you, as his son, should continue that task." The lion leaned out of the young canine's face and crossed his arms as he grew a smug look. "After all, you already have the build to become a great player."
"Thanks, but no thanks." Dylan reached over for his bags and put them in the cart, hoping to get away before this "talk" was continued. Out of dumb luck, the lion stepped in front of Dylan's cart.
His voice was now dry and no longer did anger radiate from it, only the seriousness of a grown fur. "You just think about it. Okay?" Gulping once more, Dylan gave a slight nod and watched as his coach walked away. Sighing would be too practical for Dylan to do at this moment; instead, he just walked away calmly. Hoping to get home as soon as he could.
* * *
The resturant's bathroom was properly cleaned and the porcilean sinks were all to nicely assorted with several soaps. It was nearly empty, as only one fur stood inside and his breathing echoed through the stalls. The husky's heart pumped more blood than he thought was possible as he began worrying.
He had hoped that going into a bathroom might have helped calm him, but it resulted in miniscule change. Walking over to the pure-white sinks, he released the cold-water at full-blast. His paws scooped up as much as they could hold and he splashed it onto his face. "Your name-your name is Alex Fenrir." The husky only looked at himself through the mirrors. His silvery-eyes only brightened up his handsome features and his sleeked-back head-fur.
"Come on!" He growled through his teeth and begin to splash more water on his face. His breathing began to slow down to normal, as his nerves seemed to chill. The husky took in one last deep breath before he looked at himself in the mirror with a slightly better esteem.
Alex picked up one of the many soaps and rubbed it betwen his fingers, make sure to clean his fur throughly. Cleanlyness was one of the husky's many top things. He made sure to keep himself as clean as possible, no matter what the cost. He rarely let himself get away with the simple things, such as a single knot in his tail-fur or an unevenly clipped claw. It would eat at his soul until he finally fixed whatever problem it was.
With one final rinse under the water, the husky took his left paw and ran his fingers through his head-fur. Every little strand counts. Alex thought. His canine ears laid back against his head as he looked back into the mirror, this time with the most serious face he could muster. He felt as though he should quote some worldly-known movie, but nothing came to mind. So he just evened it out with fixing his previously bought suit, for occasions such as these. After all, it was a rare occasion to be able to go on a date in the city's most popular resturant: Clockworked Wolf.
Alex only felt more confident about himself as he left the fine restroom. The husky's face basked in glory as he looked through the dimly lit room and around the white-clothed tables, most only having two chairs. Love was in the air as couples were seen at every corner of the resturant.
Grinning, the husky took his time walking through the narrow rows. Making sure to catch a quick glimpse of everyone he saw, taking in their scent. The feeling of being surrounded and confined intoxicated Alex, making him feel less lonely. Even though he knew himself he would never escape that feeling.
"There you are!" A female voice cried as Alex pulled out his chair to sit down. Smiling, his canine teeth shining brightly, the husky faced his date's sparkling face. The puma, Taylor, looked ecstatic to see him. She half-believed to catch him climbing out the bathroom window.
"Of course I am! Now, why would I ever want to ruin our date, baby?" Alex could feel himself only shine brighter as his confidence rised higher.
"I-I don't know," She broke her eye-contact with the husky. "I just thought you didn't like me." Reaching over the table, the husky grabbed the puma's chin and nudged her to look back at him. "I will never stop liking you."
Alex could swear he heard something break, by just the look in her eyes. He could only hope that it was the wall she built to keep other people out. The husky just looked into the dazed face of the puma and leaned in for a kiss. Both closed their eyes and slightly turned their heads to the right, leaning in for their first kiss.
The husky could already taste the cherry-red lipstick the puma wore; Alex took in the fragrance of the perfume she that surrounded her aura. This felt perfect, in his mind. Everything was going great for him today- or so he thought. Before their lips connected, the husky could feel his whole body go cold. His eyes snapped open and saw the both of them soaked in, what looked to be, wine. "I'm so sorry, sir." A very-thick French accent filled Alex's ears with those words.
Alex turned to face a squirrel in a maroon vest and white-undercoat with black, dress pants, fufilling the attire for a waiter. His face seemed terribly frightened by the thought of Alex becoming upset, then that resulting in the lose of his job. The husky just crinkled his nose and flicked his paws, in a way to get wine off them, to follow it with a slight cough. "It's okay. I'm sure we are fi-"
"Like hell we are!" Taylor screamed, she looked at her fur, soaking wet, and began to notice how her make-up started to fade along her face. "My outfit is ruined!" Alex could see the steam rising from the puma's head, it wouldn't take much for her to ripe the scrawny squirrel's head off.
Reaching for her forearm, Alex did his best to calm her. "Listen, honey, I'm sure it was just an accident. He didn't mean anything by-" The husky felt a hefty pain rest on his cheek and he let go of Taylor's arm, just so he could feel the wound with that paw.
"I'm leaving!" The puma stood out of her chair, proudly, and knocked it over in the process. She looked at the accident-proned waiter and left the fancy resturant over-flowed with embarrassment. She couldn't believe Alex didn't do anything to help her.
Rubbing his cheek and simutanously stretching his jaw, Alex just watched his date leave. Then, out of the corner of his eye, the husky caught wind of his own waiter walking by, in a haste. Snapping his fingers, Alex called out: "Check, please!" The waiter automatically knew who called out and just gave a slight nod in Alex's direction.
As the dumped husky, now alone, waited for his check, he began to get curious. He began to lick his fingers, tasting the strong sting of wine rinsing down his throat. Almost gagging, the husky was confused as to why people considered it a civilized drink. It is a bit ironic though. Something so "civilized" made such a scene. Thinking of the recent event, he chuckled.
Then Alex began to regret not saying more, for Taylor. He booked these reservations months in advance, and now it felt like a waste. He wished to be able to spend a good hour with the puma, and all he got was fifteen minutes. Sighing, the husky just rubbed his paw over his face and then greased his hair back, worried that the wine messed it up.
"Here you are, sir." Alex looked up to see a well-groomed rat in the usual waiter's outfit. He set a small case on the table and then looked at the husky in curiosity. Probably wondering if it was his date that drenched in wine.
Reaching for the check, the husky did his best to ignore the prying look from the rat's wondering eyes. "Also, sir, someone left a letter for you at the front desk." Setting down a small envelope on the table, it was Alex's turn to look confused. He snatched up the letter and waited for the rat to leave before he began to look at it.
His eyes looked at the letter, it was titled to him specifically. There was no return address, though. The dull-white parchment only held his name, nothing more, nothing less. Flipping the letter around, he say a unique seal. The red-wax was signed by an insignia of a something that looked like a castle resting ontop of tree with cloud leaves. What the hell is this? The husky was eager to open up the letter and see what it was; but he easily changed his mind thinking it could be bad news.
Stuffing his newly recieved letter into his suit, the husky looked onto his watch, which he carried on his right wrist. It was currently 8:47 and Alex just sat back in his seat. He sighed again and picked up the check to look at the outrageous price, even though they never ordered their main course. For just a coupe of drinks it easily rounded up to ten dollars. Feeling his stomach growl, the husky thought. For what I'm going to end up paying for this night, I hope their food is worth the wait. He quickly pulled out his wallet paid it with the tab and continued to wait. Then sipping on the water, with lemon, the rat brought previously, Alex began to wait for his next date. He might as well enjoy himself, as Jamie wouldn't be here for another forty-minutes.
* * *
Entering his broken home, Dylan turned to lock the door but was stopped by the sound of a loud creaking noise in the distance. She could have at least waited for me to get back from the store. Carrying the bags of groceries in one hand, and the house-key in the other; Dylan walked over to the kitchen. He quickly set both on the counter and fished through the plastic bags for items that had to be in the fridge.
So, picking up the milk and eggs, Dylan popped open his family's run-down fridge and saw barely anything coat the shelves. The only thing he saw that was actually useful was a stick of butter. The jackal scratched his forehead and just wondered how they had survived this far. Shutting the fridge, the canine pulled out the bread and stuffed it in the bread-box. The last things were toilet-paper and the box of condoms (which were now worthless). After setting the toilet-paper under the kitchen-sink, he picked up the condom box and walked over to the trash can.
He threw the box of rubbers in the open-lidded can and began to block out the creaking noise, as it grew louder. Moans could easily be heard through the house and Dylan just sat down in the living room. He felt his whole body sink into the couch, as the rotting wood frames were breaking. Unlike most kids, the jackal couldn't simply turn on the TV and watch cable. The adolescent picked up a pair of reading glasses beside a lamp, while flicking the light on, and began to look through the stack of letters piled to the ceiling.
"Bills, bills, bills, and what do you know? More bills." For about an hour Dylan went through all of the letters, making a noticable dent in them. Taking off the reading glasses and pinched his muzzle, the jackal realized the creaking noise stopped. His left ear flicked as he heard someone coming up behind him.
"Why do you continue to buy these things, Dyl?" A hefty voice asked, Dylan knowing it all to well; as the boar was a very active customer towards his mother. "You know she doesn't even care, anymore? I thinks she likes it bareback, anyway." The gnarled fingers of the male pig rested on the jackal's left shoulder.
"Maybe. But I'm hoping she will get enought sense to use them, again." His voice was cold as he put back on the glasses and continued to go through the mail.
"Most kids your age would attack someone like me for even talking about their mother that way." The boar could only laugh and snort as the jackal just continued to ignore him. "You know, I think I would pay more just to be able to see past those clothes of yours. After all, I tend to like men more."
"No thanks. The rumors about me being gay aren't true." The canine's ears flicked as he could feel the hot breath touch the tips of his ears.
"You really are stone-cold, aren't you? I can't want to be the one to... break you." Dylan saw the boar reach for his crotch, but the jackal just quickly snatched it before it reached its destination.
"Sorry, but I prefer you to not touch me there." Dylan could sense the frown making up the boar's reaction. There was no doubt that he was disappointed.
"Fine by me. But I really do think that you would make a good hooker, yourself. I can already imagine all the gay-boys ready to break-in your back-door, if you catch my drift." The hot-breath and bulking mass seemed to recede farther away from Dylan, making him feel more comfortable. "Hell, I don't see why your whole family doesn't go into whoring. Your baby-sister could easily be sold on the market."
Dylan's whole body tensed up and felt his paw snap his writing-untensil in half. He opened his maw to respond, but he continued to remain calm. "I think it's time for you to leave, Jim."
The boar knew it didn't take a genius to realize he had pinched a nerve. Even though he was curious to see how far he could push him, Jim make the smart move and left. The opening and closing of the front door calmed the canine, making him feel relieved. Now that there was no one to disturb him as he finished off these last pile of letters.
Shortly after finishing he took a look over at the clock, it was almost twelve and the jackal had to work first-shift tomorrow. Groaning at the idea of working in that hell-hole of a store sickened the canine, but he needed the money. He needed the money so he could tend to his family, as he had no idea what his whore of a mother did with her money. So, right now, his sister was at the top of his list and Dylan would do anything to protect her. Even if it meant having to runaway with her, to get away from this world he was forced to grow up in. He didn't wish that upon his sister, not ever.