"I promise to always be by your side, to hold your hand when others will not, to kiss you when the tears wet your cheeks, to hug you when feel most down, to be there for you in your illest hour, and to help your through the highs and the lows of life... I promise I'll always be there for you Oliver..."
Hunters words seemed to echo through the light, as I walked along the beaten path of an ancient old stone walkway. Trees of orange, yellow and red twinkled in the light and cast their luminous hues across the landscape before me, bathed in a sea of mysterious light. Accompanying the light was a streetlamp, and and empty bench with oxidized metal spiral sides. The wood was old and the smell filled my nostrils, there was a faint breeze that nipped at my ears, forcing me to recoil them in fear of this lonely and long forgotten place.
"Hello... i-is anyone there?" I called out to the pale existence the surrounded me, and stood aback as I felt the whispering calls of long forgotten memories fill my mind.
"Oliver, you're a strong boy! Mama loves you, Oliver be strong and never forget where you came from..." the faint words of my mother sent me down to my knees, as I collapsed with the overwhelming amount of emotion and pain I heard in her voice.
My tail laid over the rocky path and was nipped at by the icy cold wind that flowed over this place. As the memories in a stream of wind continued to past by me, many flew through one ear and out the next, but of the few I saw the good ones and the bad ones that defined the genesis of my own existence. To know what life was truly like before knowing the abuse and cruelty I was forced to endure.
As the fragmented portions of memories came flooding back, I soon began to see it from blinding light of this unearthly realm, a memory of the death of my own parents.
"Run!" My father called out to my mother, as a blinding light knocked down the door, cascading out across the floor in a thick veil of icy fog.
Like a million icy daggers laced with poison, they fluttered through my fur and froze me in place. My 2 year old self was frozen as I was forced to watch my mother drag me away from the sight of my father. A large shadowy figure stepping into the doorway filled the remaining sight I had of dad as a yell of panic and overwhelming protective instinct rang out.
The sound of flesh being torn and guts spilling out onto the floor filled my ears as a body suddenly dropped to the floor, the fading glow of two eyes sank into my soul as another door closed and hid me away from the oncoming danger.
"Stay here baby!" Mother cried as she set me in my crib, running over to the closet and thrusting the door open.
The sound of a vault opening and keys clanging filled my infant ears as mother cane back into view with a loaded shotgun in her hand. She pulled back the gauge as she aimed it toward the door, the sound of sobs and smell of tears filled the air.
The door was suddenly thrashed foreword, hitting my mother in the head with a piece of nailed wood. Her cry could be heard as she fell to the floor in a crash, as the shotgun spun across the floor and near to the foot of the crib
The large canid head of a wolf stepped through the doorway and held still in the darkness, as two eyes full of rage and bloodlust perigee my soul and sent me thumping out of the dreamscape.
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Abused Mate
RomanceOliver is a young black fox, with a sister and an okay life. Abused and beaten by his alcoholic foster parents, he has no choice but to tough it out and take the endless waves of abuse. His sister Ashley also endured the abuse and they're there for...
