The Wild
Domestication UnDone
Some Characters and world belong to @supergrumpybear
At the edge of the thickest wood. In the peak of it owners wealth and joy sat a large house surrounded by a tall wall. It was sparsely occupied by servants, their employer, and his beloved pet. This would soon change. The sun was setting on the day and that signaled the winds of change. The so called pet laid on in the dwindling light, soaking the rays into his black coat. His dark grey snout rested on the windowsill as he looked out. "Phineas." His ears perked up. His master stood in the door way with a brush in his hand. "Time to get ready for our guest tonight."
"Such a good boy." The Shon said in their sweetest voice. He gently pulled a brush through the thick fur. He examined the beast's snout and if it needed a trim. "You're growing up to be a fine stud." Phineas wagged his tail, his paws padding the floor as he restrained himself. "So I'll get to go out soon?" "Perhaps." He said teasingly. In reality he planned to have the females come to him or even get a female of his own. He didn't want to chance letting him go out for one moment. He worked a long time raising, teaching, and grooming him but all it took was one scent or sound and it would all be for nothing. "Mr. BleakHouse," He turned to the servant that had called to him. He stood straight with one arm straight and the other holding a lint roller. "Miss. Donald is here." "Ah, She's here early." He smiled. "She's here." The Cheaccoc stood up. "You're not going anywhere." He turned to the servant. "Get Seth, he's ready to be trimmed." Phineas sat back down in a huff as they both left the room. He laid down as he waited he was nearly drifting off to sleep once the doors opened again. The shon had a case with scissors and combs. He set it down felt the beast's fur. Threading his fingers through the fur he smiled. He took the largest comb and the medium scissors. He went to work snipping the excess around his neck. Bits of black fur fell to the ground. Phineas rested his head on the ground. He tried to think about something else, about what he'd do when he finally went outside. He wondered how soft the grass really was. He thought about the stiff, tall trees and how even they bend to the winds. There were often times he'd spot things running in the grass, just once he'd like to catch it. There was a hand lifting his snout. He had switched to a smaller pair of scissors. Small snips here and there, releasing more fur. His lips twitched when the cold silver touched it. He stood up. "Easy there." They said as they put the tool away. He pulled out a brush and dusted off the loose fur. "Alright, you're free to go." He said as he pat him on the back. He grabbed the broom and started to sweep. Phineas ran out the bathroom. He couldn't wait to see the new addition to the house but he was also hungry so his first destination would be the kitchen. His claws tapped onto the tile floor as he sniffed around. He followed a new, heavily sweet scent to the woman at the counter. He didn't recognize her so it must have been the guest. His tail began to wag and he panted happily. She wore a long red dress with the back revealed. The clicking alerted her to his presence. She turned around, sighing when she saw him. His tail dropped just a bit. It wagged a bit more gently. He tilted his head, the half eaten piece of cake was trying to hide. "Can I have some?" She didn't answer him. He came closer making her stumble back. He whined in concern as she nearly tripped. He wanted to bounce ever to help but would continue to rushing away. She scrambled over to the back door and opened it. "Get!" She instructed with her manicured finger pointed out the door. He tilted his head up at her. He stopped panting. She remained stern, not moving as she spoke again. "Out!" She took an apple from the fruit bowl and threw it outside. He darted to investigate. She hid behind the door as he passed the threshold. There was a loud slam. He turned around to see the door was closed. He walked back and scratched at it. He gave a low whine. He sat down and waited but nothing happened. He started pacing. He whined a little more. He noticed the window and got got on his hind legs to look in. The guest was eating the cake again but her back was facing him. "Please, I wanna come in! I'm hungry!" He howled, losing hope as she glared at him and left the room. He huffed and laid down. His hunger getting harder to ignore. That's when saw it, the grey bunny at the edge of the wall. He watched the rabbit hop about, his stomach growling more and more. He slunk a little closer. The animal still didn't see him. He watched it nibble on some grass. He licked his lips as he got closer. His legs were low to the ground, ready to push him off. The rabbit darted off as soon as it detected him. He leapt forward, charging on all fours. He lunged fangs first at the critter snapping down on air. He shook his head, looking all around. The prey was flipped on it's back as it kicked about. He stepped on it's belly, the claws dug into it's skin. It squirmed harder. He bit down on it's head until he tasted the fresh blood. It didn't struggle anymore. He tore the flesh off the small bones. They splintered from the force of his jaws after they were licked clean. His hunger was not yet satisfied. He glanced around, then stood up and walked over to the wall. He trotted along the wall and smelled the base of it. He picked up the smell of the rabbit and another, similar scent. He circled around the building until he came to a small crack. He stuck his snout in, smelling the delicious prey, but his snout was all that could fit in. He pulled out of it and whined as he scratched at it. Stomping about as he inspected it. He pounced on it, slamming his front paws against the wall. It didn't budge. He looked up and attempted to jump over. He rose more that half the height. His claws scraped up the stone wall as he desperately tried to hold on to anything, but gravity was the stronger one. He huffed. The scent was so tantalizingly close. He backed up, all the way to the house. He looked back up and wiggled his butt as he readied himself. He charged full force. Once he was close enough he leapt off the ground. He gone higher that before, but it was still not high enough. He couldn't adjust in time and landed on his side. He let out a loud yelp. He laid there for a moment, letting out a low whine. He heard small stones fall. He lifted his head to see the hole in the barrier grew taller. He stood up and shook himself off. He could fit most of his shoulders. He scratched a little more but only the dirt below seemed to move. He started digging, kicking up dirt until he found it wide enough to squeeze through. The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling seemed much more crisp on the other side. He shook his body and smelled the air. The rabbit scent seemed weaker now, but now there was bigger prey looking back at him. A deer would make a nice meal. It tried to run but he already saw it. He dashed after it, kicking up leaves and scratched at trees as he kicked off for quick turns. The prey would turn at the most random places so effortlessly. He had to get leverage, he was so close he could catch it's tail, but that wouldn't take it down. The legs seemed like a good spot if he was careful. He ran to the side of it so the hooves wouldn't kick up at him. He tried to swipe at the legs but that caused him to loose ground. Once he managed to catch up to it again he was at the end of his patience. He rammed his whole body against it. It made a hoarse cry as it crashed into a tree. It was panting but it didn't move. He pounced on it anyway, digging his claws on it's side as his teeth tore the flesh from it's throat. He stripped every delicious bit from the carcass. Sucking marrow from bone until he was finally satisfied. He got up and looked around. He wanted to go home and sleep in his bed but he didn't see it anywhere. He trotted around but still saw nothing he recognized. "Dad? Seth?...Hudson!?" He called out but there was no answer. The crescent moon cast hardly any light. He knew this was his fault. His hunger got the better of him. He didn't want to wait for them to find him. It was her fault too, that woman who thought leaving him out there without food wouldn't have negative consequences. Maybe it was because she didn't care, it didn't matter now. The end was the same. He could'nt go home. With a low whine he laid down and started to lick the blood from his fur. Once he was clean he got up and walked around. It was a couple cycles of day and night and sleeping up in an uncomfortable tree until he found a large hollowed out tree next to a lake. It was a snug fit but it would do for now. In the morning he woke up to sound of lapping up water. He got out of his spot with a bit of a tumble. He stretched and yawned. He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw what was drinking. A Cheaccoc like him with long fluffy fur of black and gold. Eyes were dark green. They looked peaceful and the gold splotches looked lovely in the sun. "Hello!" He greeted cheerfully. He stopped as they rose up to look at him with wide eyes. Before he could say anything else they ran into the brush, leaving him to wonder what he did wrong.
