My Hunter Boyfriend and My Dog

Owen Chiendame

Meanwhile from Owen's perspective...

A little bit before....

Zipping through the streets of Masacara, a boy around eighteen dressed in a black hoodie laughed as he lets his skateboard glide through the streets due to momentum and gravity.

His name is Owen and he is a dog hunter, as expected, he is true to the breed of his spirit animal being wild and free refusing to be tamed. Even, his father is at a lost what to do with him at times.

Yet to Owen none of that mattered to him. He just wants the wind in his face while his heart races when he gains speed on his skateboard and keeps it from crashing or hitting anyone with skills he never needed to learn.

Today he's rushing with purpose to get to school, because he slept in again and his father is at work. So he figured instead of taking the bus he just skate his way there as it's a beautiful day and the sun is high in the clear blue skies to allow everyone to enjoy the sweet coming summer weather.

He sees his friends waiting by the school listening to an MP3 player one of them brought and gushing about a new song one of the groupies have discovered. Owen slides into the crowd coming to graceful stop and flashes a wild and confident smile.

"Yoo!" He puts his hands up and they high five both his hands.

"Hey dude. You were almost late again. You slept through the alarm again?" A tall guy wearing a cozy light brown beanie and short black hair asked.

"Something like that Gregory." Owen just grimaced as he rubbed his head shyly.

Owen was a hunter, which in human terms makes him a superhuman. His hearing, strength, senses were twice as good as a normal human and he had the potential to use magic like witches and wizards do.

So last night he kinda just laid on the roof of house howling at the moon until his dad dragged him inside by the ear and told him to go to bed. To which was impossible. Even with earbuds or playing music it was always too loud. The world is just so loud sometimes... He ended up blacking out at some point and his body refused to get up until the sunlight from his window hit his face.

"My dude you gotta quit with them late nighters. Do you even get any sleep?" The smaller boy with brown hair in deadlocks and tan skin sighed.

"Hard to say Keith." Owen just shrugged not to worried about it.

"Well. We better hurry to class before the bell rings." His groupie explains and started to head inside.

Owen paused hearing the pitter pad of big puppy dog paws heading his way. It was a beautiful fluffy big boy and he fell in love with the good boy instantly.

It was running wild with its leash flying behind it in the wind with his owner crying out in horror trying to chase after it.

"Izzy!!! Izzy come back! Izzy!!! Please! What's gotten into you?!?" The black haired sailor boy cried running after him.

The dog rushed past Owen on the hunt and Owen hopped on his board and dashed after the dog to his friend's horror.

"Owen!!!" Gregory cried.

"Give my regards to the teach! I've got a naughty mutt round up!" Owen laughed skating quickly after the dog that he wondered where it's going.

"Please someone get my dog! I can't!" The boy behind him cried.

"Don't worry bro! Leave this to me!" Owen chuckled as they headed downtown and starts picking up speed, "Alright big boy! You ready for this let's go!" Owen scooped up the dog like it was picking up a poodle and held on to it for dear life as he laughed crazily.