- Chapter 7 -

Uses of another kind.

Part 1.

"Damn it all!" An old man thundered as he looked around for his stolen jeep in rage. But what were the chances of him finding it? Those chances were very unlikely to bring its finding. Ever since he had come into this damned town nothing but bad luck had struck him and all he wanted was to find her… He had lost her heart, his jeep, his suitcase and all he had left was his old shotgun. Of course he also had the clothes on his back too. But was that enough to survive in this retched town? No, it was not enough, and soon the maggots and leaches of this dead body of a town would suck every last penny out of him until he was dry. The sand was dry like a deserts, the people were unfriendly like pure alley cats and the animals looked starved to the bone. Thieves ran amuck all over the place, the Noble's Police Force close at their heels and then there was them… They were here… He knew they were here… Breathing their foul, rancid breath next to him. They took her from him! They are the ones that took Gypsy away from him! His lovely dog that he loved every minute and he was going to get her back. He knew that those devil creatures still existed; he knew they weren't all gone and now he will hunt down every last one. "Gypsy," He muttered. "I'm coming for you girl."

He walked through the town, shoving past people as he came by. Then something caught his eye… He walked closer towards this one store, peering into its glass window to look at what his eye caught in awe. He then walked speedily towards the door and opened it. The door's bell gave a little 'ting' and then he walked inside. Birds screeched and kittens meowed. Puppies barked and mice squeaked. He then walked towards the puppies and looked down at a dog he had his eye on. "How may I help you, Sir?" A man asked cheerfully as he tapped the old man's shoulder. He was shocked by the pet storeowner's attitude and so he turned his head around to look at him with a wondering look.

"I want the dog." He replied gruffly as he leaned down by the cage and pointed at a black dog that was all bright eyed and bushy tailed. She wasn't a puppy yet she still stayed in the pet store. She didn't mind being here still, she felt at peace with all the puppies treating her like their mum. But she felt a strange urgency towards this old man. She wanted to go with him…

"Wouldn't you prefer a puppy? We got some German Shepar-"

"I want her, dammit!" The old man snapped as he rubbed the dog's head. She whimpered in affection and closed her deep blue eyes in comfort.

"Ok, I'll ring her up. Say, what's your name if you don't mind me asking?" The storeowner asked as he reached down for a brown-laced lead and a metal spiky collar. The old man stopped stroking his new dog and got up. Looking over his shoulder, he looked at the storeowner with a smug grin on his face.

"Names Quent. Quent Yaiden."

"Well, Quent, happy hunting and here's a little gift for my first actual customer." He winked at Quent and tossed the lead and the collar at him. Quent caught them and put it on his new dog.

"Thanks and may we meet again. Come on, Blue." He ordered as he placed the money for Blue on the counter and walked out.

"Strange guy…" The man murmured as he watched Quent and Blue walk down the dust road…

(Break)

Drake waved a finger in the waters. For a moment he smiled as he saw my reflection there but then I slowly moved back and my reflection vanished from the bubbling brook's clear substance. Drake turned his head around, a strand of his grey hair in his eyes, and looked at us. Hige smelt the air for any signs of food he could get his paws onto and Kiba just stood there, letting things pass by without a care in the world. Or that is what it seems. I looked at Drake with a confused glance. How was testing the waters going to help us?

"The town's this way." Drake said as he closed one of his eyes and pointed to his left with a smirk on his face. I looked up and saw a flock of black birds, most probably crows or even ravens, flying south.

"They must be heading for town." I stated and felt a sudden chilly feeling spread through my body. A town meant humans and humans reminded me of Gramps…

"Lets go." Kiba said and then we began to run off towards the town. Minutes passed as we ran through the heavy wooded area and approached the town. The scents of humans filled our nostrils as well as smoke veils and the scents of cooking food. As I looked behind me, I saw Hige wink at me and I could immediately read his thoughts. Food. I wasn't that hungry, so I ignored the smells and kept my even pace.

"Were almost there, damn I can even picture those grubby humans from the last time I was here… And their smells!" Drake groaned as he waved a hand in front of his face as he plugged his nose.

"Tell me about it," Hige groaned slightly and did the same action as Drake. "My poor, sensitive nose!"

Didn't expect Gramps to be Quent now did ya? ;) I am sorry for those who hate me for changing Blue's and Quent's story but I couldn't think of any idea of how to re-make that part when the 'wolves' or 'Nobles' destroyed Quent's hometown in my story. Any who, I hope my readers enjoyed this chapter! There are more drama's and cliff hangers waiting to be typed or told… ~Fades away~

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