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Hope you enjoy the second chapter of my story.
I wrote that before I got a review! OMG thanks SO MUCH ert! If you weren't an anonymous reviewer, I'd send you a message telling you about the update, but, since you are, I just hope you'll check on it soon.
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Argus ran as fast as his tired paws would take him. The rhythm of his p hitting the earth echoed around him. He ran, darting through grass and jumping over ridges, causing birds to scatter around his wake.
The scent was still in the air.
That scent...I know that scent from somewhere!
Argus ran faster.
He neared the waterfall, which was surrounded by trees, releasing sweet scents into the air as they bloomed. The roaring of the water filled his ears, and he sniffed the air again. The spray interrupted the scent, but, it was still there. His sharp eyes glanced around the glen, searching the darkness for something that shouldn't be there.
There was nothing.
He cursed mentally, and raised his mussel to the air, taking in the air. It was no good, the tree's blossoms released a silky scent, which wafted on the breeze, and overwhelmed his nose like a dense fog.
A very delicious smelling fog...
Argus recognized the smell of apples on the air, thinking of Phyllis' pies that she baked in the summer. He ran to the top of the waterfall, hoping that the water would wash away some of the scent. He took a deep breath from the rock at the top of the chute of water.
There it is!
The scent was faint, and masked by the apple blossoms, but it was still there. The faintest trace of something he didn't recognize.
But I know this scent, I know it! He mentally yelped, angry at his own incompetence.
Suddenly, and without warning, Argus' eyes began to droop, and his legs buckled out from underneath him.
Damn it, not NOW!
It was Argus' last thought before the smell of apple blossoms overtook him, and he drifted off into sleep.
Phyllis looked out of the kitchen window that watched over the yard. There, sprawled on the grass, was Argus, (thankfully) fully clothed, in human form. She looked around, but, there were no traces of articles of clothing around the yard. That ruled out the possibility of another run. She walked out into the yard, and sat down beside the heavily sleeping lycanthrope that she was proud to call her adoptive son.
She stroked his hair as she watched his chest rise up and down. Argus was huge physically, dwarfing Phyllis when standing upright. She couldn't believe that this was the same pup that they had found all those years ago. She, of course, would love him, and all her children no matter what. She considered them her children, for she cared for them as much as she did her husband.
Phyllis looked up at the stars, and closed her eyes.
If you're up there, don't worry. Your children are safe with me.
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Argus groaned as the loud incessant ringing of his alarm clock blared louder and louder in his ears. He stuffed his head underneath the pillow, muttering and cursing quietly.
Noble and Harlan glanced at each other, before sighing and each grabbing one of the legs that were sticking out of the bed.
"Hey! LEGGO!" Argus bellowed as they literally dragged him out of bed.
Argus groaned once more, banging his head softly into his math text. He HATED math with a fiery passion, so, this did not come to a surprise to the students, or the teacher for that matter. He glared silently at the math board.
Lunch rolled around like tumbleweed crossing the ocean, he thought it would never make it. When it finally did though, Argus was ready to jump for joy. He was still tired from…what?
Argus' eyes widened as he groped blindly for why he was so tired. What had happened? The rest of the pack was fine, not tired at all from the run, so why was he?
His thoughts were interrupted from as a yell burst from the middle of the lunch room.
"YOU DID WHAT?!" The bellow echoed around as all eyes turned to the source. It turned out to be the new guy, staring in shock at his now extremely uncomfortable and fidgeting sister. He looked around, glaring at everyone, who all turned around after seeing the look he gave them, before engaging in angry whispers with his sister.
Argus dismissed it. Those two are weird enough as it is, being a spas isn't that high on the list…
He turned to the pack's table and sat down.
Leaves blew across their path as the four wolves (in human form) walked down the dark street. It was Saturday night, and, after a few minutes of arguing, roughhousing and mild cursing, the four (five, including Michael) had still not agreed on a movie. The Redstone cinema was a small, one movie, theater, so they had to agree on something.
It was a close finish though. The pack, while closer then some human families, had wildly differentiating tastes. Tora, for example, had an uncanny ability to sit through a horror film that would rend her fellow lycanthropes spewing their lunches a gibbering in the corner.
Hey, they were werewolves, not fearless marines.
Harlan, on the other hand, appreciated classics, no matter the genre.
"Come ON! You've GOT to appreciate the classics, they're better than the splatter fests that we see these days anyway!" The smaller whined, shoving against Argus.
"Puh-lease, those old movies move slower than you, on a good day!" The large teen barked back, pushing his brother out on to the sidewalk. The two laughed at the other, before laughing together.
Nobel, surprising everyone, wished to see a comedy. After the whole argent-poisoning incident, he was in dire need of a laugh.
Michael would watch anything, except one of Tora's horror movies. He still dug in the soil of greenhouses every now and then, just to be safe.
The flashing lights reflected off of the puddles in front of the cinema, and there, in bold, black letters, their film-related future sat.
The Penny
All five of them looked up at the sign in confusion, before looking at the movie poster.
All it showed was an old penny.
They all sighed, and walked into the theater.
Two and a half hours later…
"WHOA! Did you see when that THING pulled the guy into the closet, and then it was like, "DEAR GOD WHAT IS THAT!?" and then…" Tora yelled as she pumped her fist in the air.
Noble, Harlan, Michael and even Argus were very pale. They glanced at each other, before nodding, and four hands were placed on Tora's mouth trying to hold in the EVIL descriptions falling like rain from it. The matches to those hands? They were on the owner's mouths, trying to hold in their lunch.
Ah. There we go, another update. Sorry it took so long! I was seriously starting to doubt if I should continue this story, because, you know, if no one is reading it, then what's the point? Any constructive criticism is most certaintly welcome.
Thanks again,
-Twilight Symphony