I don't really remember what has happen, just some vague memory on my triumph that day. I can taste the fear at the back of my throat but still I move forward. I wonder later was it extreme hunger or was it survival instinct or just sheer blind luck that drove me forward despite the wild dogs' growling. They have united under a leader, a powerful big black dog of mix breed. It's the alpha. It looked at me, eyes unblinking and unwavering, the lopsided ear some what make it more ferocious looking when it should have soften that wild look. I press on despite warning growls. The Alpha drew back its lips when my paws reach their marked territory. Its a staring match, dare I, dare I not cross over. It had never cross my mind why the other dogs had not jumped on me and tore me apart limb to limb that day.
Suddenly a loud clatter of the door banging against wall disrupted us. A big man, silhouette against the florescent light stood at the entrance. The image that etched on my mind was God have descended from heaven with pork roast on his left hand. He put down the pot roast and left, going back to where he belongs. Reality crashed, stomach growled. Throwing caution to wind, I looped forward for my share, for surely God had looked into my eye as he lay down food. But i was mistaken, so mistaken. The minute I step over to Territory, the nearest stray nipped at my heels, a warning. I pressed on and all hell broke loose. The three nearest dogs jumped on me. With whatever little experience I had in mutt fighting, I retaliate in kind. Hunger is a powerful tool. It gives you a purpose, a motive. I hardly notice the bites on my shoulder. With the adrenaline rush, I defeated the three attackers. The rest were a bit more cautious. Hackles raised, they observed but none dare to join in.
The Alpha raised its muzzle from the pork roast. I might have been lice in his fur, but now I am worthy opponent. I was young, foolish, drunk with victory I think I have a chance against him. Without a warning, he pounced. I tried to side stepped but he managed to bite into my left flank. With a firm grip on the inner muscle he tore. I don't remember I howled but pain beyond description ripped into me. My eyes were clouded with dots but my survival instinct was strong. I twisted back and tried to get a bite on whichever part of body i could get. Teeth connect with fur. I bit hard on his butt. He let out a howl and we let go of each other. Now limping badly we start circling each other, growling noises emitting from our throats. The other strays barked frantically. I tried to get a good grip with my remaining good foot, ready for the pounce that is surely to come. In my mind, this is surely the end. In a way I almost wanted it, welcome it than to continue this bleak existence. As I resigned to my fate, the back door bang open again...................
To be continued.......
For Part I , refer Stray
For Part II, refer Famished
Suddenly a loud clatter of the door banging against wall disrupted us. A big man, silhouette against the florescent light stood at the entrance. The image that etched on my mind was God have descended from heaven with pork roast on his left hand. He put down the pot roast and left, going back to where he belongs. Reality crashed, stomach growled. Throwing caution to wind, I looped forward for my share, for surely God had looked into my eye as he lay down food. But i was mistaken, so mistaken. The minute I step over to Territory, the nearest stray nipped at my heels, a warning. I pressed on and all hell broke loose. The three nearest dogs jumped on me. With whatever little experience I had in mutt fighting, I retaliate in kind. Hunger is a powerful tool. It gives you a purpose, a motive. I hardly notice the bites on my shoulder. With the adrenaline rush, I defeated the three attackers. The rest were a bit more cautious. Hackles raised, they observed but none dare to join in.
The Alpha raised its muzzle from the pork roast. I might have been lice in his fur, but now I am worthy opponent. I was young, foolish, drunk with victory I think I have a chance against him. Without a warning, he pounced. I tried to side stepped but he managed to bite into my left flank. With a firm grip on the inner muscle he tore. I don't remember I howled but pain beyond description ripped into me. My eyes were clouded with dots but my survival instinct was strong. I twisted back and tried to get a bite on whichever part of body i could get. Teeth connect with fur. I bit hard on his butt. He let out a howl and we let go of each other. Now limping badly we start circling each other, growling noises emitting from our throats. The other strays barked frantically. I tried to get a good grip with my remaining good foot, ready for the pounce that is surely to come. In my mind, this is surely the end. In a way I almost wanted it, welcome it than to continue this bleak existence. As I resigned to my fate, the back door bang open again...................
To be continued.......
For Part I , refer Stray
For Part II, refer Famished
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