The Children of the Hounds

Chapter one - Runaway.

"You what–?!" Augustine heard his father yell into the old home phone, frustrated. His father busted his wine glass, Augustine looked back to his drawing book, and his mother winched and went back to cooking with nervous eyes. "Dammit!" Groaned Augustine's father, 

"everything alright darling?" called out Augustine's mother from the kitchen, her Icelandic accent clear as day.

 "Just dandy." he answered sarcastically, his eyes narrowed at his spouse. Augustine frowned at his father's tone. Father is mad. Augustine thought to himself. Augustine looked to his pet dog, a cocker spaniel named Dixon. Dixon was lying quietly by the fireplace, his hackles raised at the noises, a short snarl rumbling in the dog's throat. 

"Easy Dixon, Father is upset." Augustine whispered to the pet. Dixon's hackles lowered, he listened obediently. "If we behave Mother will let us play ball tomorrow if the weather's good." Augustine smiled as he whispered to his dog, as if the cocker spaniel could talk back. 

"Wuufff.." woofed Dixon in response. Augustine then went back to coloring, a white page of paper in front of him. August always had a talent for creative arts, such as drawing and painting, though he could rarely draw as his days were filled with school and violin lessons, and not to forget writing; a hobby he picked up at the age of seven, his father approved of said hobby so he got an hour on the typewriter every afternoon. 

"I hope today will go well." Augustine murmured to himself, a hint of worry to his tone. 

Augustine stood up, practically cowering under his parent's gaze. He snuck over to the fireplace, eyeing the dog leash on the mantle before grabbing it. "Dixon, come on boy." Augustine whispered to his pet who was already sitting up with a wagging tail. Dixon was quiet, the two had snuck out before. Dixon knew the drill. "Quiet and we get to go outside, isn't that right boy?" Augustine giggled. Augustine hooked the leash to the dog's collar. little did he know the leash will snap..

WIP

Note from the author:

G'day! i desire thee liketh mine own dram narrative, t's mine own p'rsonal charact'rs so i wouldst liketh to knoweth what thee all bethink of those folk! feeleth free to shareth thy w'rds! - dearly cole the lev'ret

(G'Day! I hope you like my little narrative, it's my personal characters so I would like to know what you all think of them! feel free to share your words! - dearly Cole the leveret)

(Sorry for mine own strange wordings I hope thy liked me story :~} - and yes i like using old words and phases.)

10/24/2024