Silver Knives and Blackened Petals (Hiatus)

Chapter 1: The Lizardings

    The sky was painted blue with white stripes marking the warm sky, a land filled with living beings, and green lush trees and lawns; but there is one difference... The animals walked the land on their two legs, tails followed behind them. Another difference appeared unusual to us, Charles. He is a human but also a pet to two of the two legged animals. He had brown rugged hair and green eyes, he also had a black and white collar on. He sat on a porch in front of the grey house, it was clean and well built. He sat there staring out into the park that was across it, watching pups, kittens, and baby-chicks play on the swings and slides. He was 13 years old, abnormally big for his age and strong. Charles watched as two puppies threw a ball to each other. He was bored, but afraid to meet any of them. His owners or 'parents' as he called them were two wolves, both of them have black fur coats and were tall. Charles turned his head when his mother walked out.
"Come on Charlie, time to eat" his mother had this habit of calling him Charlie; he didn't mind it too much, just not while the Lizards were walking by, they were always mean to him. He couldn't fight them back or else bad things would happen to him. Like calling pet control. He stood up and followed his mother into the house. All the animals were dressed, some were shirtless but all of them wore some kind of pants. Since it was summer time most of the animals either wore shorts or skirts. Charles sits down between his father and his mother; his father was taller than his mother and he was very strong and looked mean. He was a nice man to meet; his name was Bill. His mother was smaller than him and was nicer and kinder looking, but when she was angry; even her mate became scared of her. Charles avoided making her angry as much as possible. "Why do you looked sad, Charley?" She had a soft voice, her name was Toriel.
"Nothing..." He said shyly. Bill tapped his fingers.
"Let me guess the Lizardings past by?" Charles nodded. They consider him as their child, but by law he had to be a pet. Bill slowly touched his forehead. "I need to go talk to their parents..." Toriel looked to Charles, she brought them beef; Charles always had his cooked. The first time he ate raw beef, those few days weren't the most pleasantful days he have had.
"Maybe you should talk to them..." Toriel said to Charles. He shook his head immediately.
"They'd shoved me back onto the lawn and told me to stay..." He said sadly.
"And what have they done today?" His dad asked him. He moved his head to the left, there were three bright red claw marks down his cheek. Bill slammed his fist onto the table and stood up. "That's it I'm going to go talk to their parents!" Toriel's ears drooped, she stood up.
"Please let me go talk to them..." Bill shook his head.
"You've tried it before, I think it's my turn" he walked to the door, he rarely wears a shirt; Toriel was the one that wore shirts for Charles's sake.
"Be safe...' Toriel said going to the bathroom and pulling out some rubbing alcohol and some sterile wipes from the medicine cabinet and went over to him. "I'm sorry this happened to you Charley..." She dipped some of the rubbing alcohol onto the wipe and started rubbing his face. Charles pulled back quickly. "Sorry... But we don't know where his claws might have been..." She cleans the scratches.
"I'm getting sick and tired of being pushed and scratched... And everytime I fight back all I do is get in trouble!..." He whimpered. A few minutes later in the warm house; his father comes back opening the door and stepping inside.