I haven't posted in a while, a while being two years, but here I am now and I plan to at least finish this story, and maybe my other one. But then again I might stop posting for another two years. I can't really explain why I'm writing again, but this isolation has me all messed up. I felt unhappy with everything i've been doing recently, and nothing seems to make me happy. Sounds depressing, but writing helps. So enjoy it while it lasts.
Rocky's POV
The dusk sky was blotted with dark, menacing clouds, covering the first stars which were beginning to appear. The stale air disgustingly crawls down the back of my throat and makes me gag. The salty sea down below is a violent mass of waves and rocks crashing into one another, throwing up a foamy broth. The ground below my feet feels as if it could give out from under me at any second.
With stale air filling my lungs, I close my eyes and start to lift a paw . But before I can take my last step, something bumps into me, something soft. Pushing me back before I can open my eyes. I land on my paws, growling.
"Why" I growled as I look at my attacker, who was a silhouette of a pup.
"Why" I repeated my question, getting ready to charge at him. After a minute of waiting for the silhouette to respond I yelled "MOVE"
The silhouette took a side step out of my way, "Thank you" I breathed as I walked back up to the cliff. Feeling his stare pierce my skin, I look over the edge to see the waves crashing against rocks as sharp as a knife's edge, feeling little droplets of water spray onto my face. I feel the ground beneath me crumbles as it supports my weight, little rocks from my ledge falling into the waters below. The silhouette's gaze burns a hole into my skin, I start to turn so I can look him in his face to ask what he wants, but the ground gave way.
Time slowed down as the ground gave way, one second I was on the ground and the next I was in the air. I grabbed at empty air searching for something to stop my fall, something to save my life, but the cliff offered no such opportunity, it was wind blasted flat. My paws just slid down the cliffside.
I hit the water hard enough to sink straight down, water flooded into my open muzzle, I guess I was screaming on the way down. My lungs filled with salty thick sea water. I felt the current sweep my limp body towards the sharp rocks, relentlessly beating me against them. Then the water tugged and tugged at my fur, forcing me away from the cliff. Pulling me underneath the crashing waves, and forcing me into blackness.
Zuma's POV
I woke up early today, I hadn't gotten much sleep. I was up all night thinking about that pup I saved, the one who seemed to want to die. I was already walking to katies, she left the shop open during the night just in case a pup got hurt, she always does that.
I pushed open the glass door, and winced as the small bell rang out. I stare into the darkness to make sure nothing moves, I'm safe, no one heard. I slowly creep towards the mixed breed's room, and open the door. Seeing him tossing and turning in his sleep. Flopping all over the bed, and sweating heavily, he had kicked off the blanket because it was now on the foot of the bed. He flipped over on his back and whimpered, then flipped on his side, and kicked his legs. He cried in his distrubed slumber. I must've watched him for hours, because the sun started to light up the room, Katie came in to check on him.
"Oh hey Zuma, i thought i heard someone come in last night"
"Sorry about that i… uh… couldn't sleep"
"Well you did have a very exciting day, and you wanted to check in on the pup you saved, I think it's nice." Katie replied, replacing the sheets over the mutt, after checking out some of the scabs that he had on his belly, "These scabs seem odd."
"He probably got them when he fell off the cliff." I reasoned.
"I don't think so, they seem very clean… odd." Katie said before leaving. I sighed and sat down again, Ryder came in after a while to check in on the pup.
"Hey Zuma, didn't expect you to be here. Couldn't sleep?" I nodded.
"Ryder, what do you think happened to this pup?" I asked.
"Well I assume he fell from the cliff, Katie told me about some cuts he had on his belly probably didn't come from the fall, so he might've been pushed off by someone with a knife..." We both fell silent at the thought of someone attempting to kill pups.
"He said some pretty weird stuff when I talked to him yesterday." I said.
"Well he did take quite a tumble, he might not have even known what he said." Ryder responded.
It's not a cliffhanger, or an ending. But I have written quite a bit tonight and I'm thinking I am just going to post this, and see what the future holds, i said this was gonna be a 3 parter, but i think this is gonna be a lot longer. Also just a heads up if I do continue working on this I will be switching to writing in the 3rd person in the next chapter, it's easier to write in and makes the story flow a lot better.