The Stories of Mother-Dog

Welcome to Fredgurl the FreddyWing's former roleplay, and now story! Since Fred is a tad bit too lazy for responding to roleplays she decides on a story where literally no one will intrude rudely. -w- Enjoy!

"Mama, mama! Tell us another story, please?" Her long-snouted patchy pup squeaked. She reared for a second, and landed on her paws. I groaned. "Maple, I've told you *three* in the past *hour.* No more." I scolded, flicking the puppy's ear with my tail. Maple squealed and pounced on my tail. I put a paw over my head, and gave in. Maple wouldn't rest until someone gave her her way. "One story. Then you sleep." Ear, who had stayed quiet and her paws on her head, sat up.

"I'll tell you about how my brother fought off a challenger of his Pack." She recalled her memories for a moment, then started the story. "It was a long time ago, y'know. Uncle Fear-Dog had a Pack, but he could not speak to them. He used a polite dog named Terror." When the pups shrank away for a moment, she licked their ears. "I've met him before. He seems rude to outsiders, but will be the best dog you meet when you find his heart. As I was saying, Terror had a Pack. Splash, Breeze, Twitch, Woody, Ruff, Chase, Whisper, and Rake were his members. Breeze was my favorite, when Terror sadly died from a Fierce-Dog monster Breeze stepped up and took revenge. She did very good things to avenge him but that mongrel won. I'll tell you more about her later. Terror was having a good meal when that Alpha stepped up and said 'I challenge you for this territory!' Terror didn't even growl at her words. He accepted the challenge and fought in the best spot of the whole forest. The challenger was brave, but Terror won by Uncle's power. Fear-Dog always watches over you, and he always will."

Ear's jaw dropped with amazement, whilst Maple's tail was wagging so hard it might fling itself to the Moon-Dog. "I wanna be just like Terror! He sounds amazing and just and loyal and *so good.*" Ear scratched her black ear with a hind paw. "What about that mongrel dog? Why did she win?" The black and white pup asked. I looked up at the stars. "Sometimes the world won't go the way you want, Ear." Maple appeared behind Ear and pinned her. Ear squeaked and shoved herself upright. The two began to fight, occasionally squealing and trying to run. An amused growl sounded behind me. The Fear-Dog sat down, and scrunched up his nose. "I have no idea why you decided to mate with a *mortal* dog, even mate at all. *I* don't like little clingy puppies." I sighed, trying to gather patience. "Then again, *you* will never even *have* pups." Maple shrieked has Ear nipped their tail. "Those two are fighters. Wonder what their power'll be." My brother mused. "I've seen flickers of fire start around Ear." I replied, sitting up. "Fire-Dog. That sounds whimsical enough." I scraped the air with my paw. "Fire-Dog and what I'm gonna guess Sappy-Dog." The Fear-Dog observed. "That pup has no discipline, no shred of maturity on her brain." I made a yelping noise of anger. "Maple is just like *you* when you were a pup*. You* were *very, very* immature and *especially* uncivilized. You slurped up water and never chewed with your mouth shut!" I objected. Maple had stopped fighting to watch them argue, and Ear stopped too. "I might've, but I was always the best at *fighting!*" Cried the Fear-Dog gleefully, stomping on my tail. "Hey! Ow!" I growled, batting at my brother's face. He managed to duck and nip my shoulder. I smashed my tail into his hip, and my forepaw met his snout. He ducked and winced. I took my chance and pinned him. "Okay, okay. I-" He rolled over. "- DON'T GIVE UP!" He grinned. "You cannot beat the *Alpha of the Spirit-Dogs.*" He boomed, using his smite voice. "And you cannot help yourself enough to get on a diet. Seriously. Your fat enough to be renamed The Pudgey-Dog." I retorted. "WHAT??!" The Fear-Dog roared. He got off me, and pounded the ground. "I'm *not* fat at all! I'm just *lithe* and *majestically terrifying* and *not fat.*" Maple and Ear giggled uncontrollably. "Immaturely acting. Ruining given territory, ruler-unlike. Not using smite voice." I listed. "Sounds *pup-ish.*" Ear chimed in. Maple barked with agreement. "You two have no room to talk." The Fear-Dog rumbled affectionately. He licked their ears gently. "Fine. I'll use my smite voice." He inhaled. "**Foolish dogs. *Making fun of me,* the *idiocy.* I decree as the Alpha of all that you get no mice for a *week.***" My brother boomed with a hint of menace. Maple and Ear didn't shrink back, unlike any dog would. Suddenly, the ground rumbled. "Uh oh. Looks like you started a *hurricane.*" I shot him a disapproving look. "Hey, I can't help natural disasters! Maybe it just *happened naturally.*" He yelped, hurt. "Yeah, no. Story time." I sat down.

"Once upon a puppyhood, there was a itty-bitty puppy named Growl." I started. "Growl was your uncle's pup name. He was a *mess.* But one day, he decided to go to where the other pup's play. The *mortal* puppies." My brother sighed, obviously knowing the tale. "Now, he approached them and asked them if he could play too. And they agreed. They played Hide and Seek, Tag, they tussled and pretended to be a pack. Dawn til dusk, your uncle played with the mortal puppies. Until it got dark. I had been in the den all day, wondering where he had gone to. I went out a searched for him, until I saw him. I heard the following conversation, too. 'You could come with us!' one pup said. 'You don't have a home, there's no pack for miles and miles.' Another agreed. 'I suppose it couldn't hurt.' Young Growl murmured, following his friends. I crept after them, terrified." I paused dramatically. "Then what happened?" Ear demanded. "You can't just pause like that! Continue now!" I chuckled.

"The mortal and immortal pups went to the pack's home, and Growl was amazed by the look of it. I saw how they dug holes for storing prey, the discipline of knowing your placement, and how they made their dens from sticks, stones, and dug-up burrows. The pups introduced Growl to the pack, but the pack didn't like Growl much. 'Look at him, pups!'; 'He looks like a droopy fawn!'; 'Stay away from them, you beast!' The pack growled, and finally chased out Growl. Growl just wanted to play with the puppies, and he was mad." I looked at the Fear-Dog with amusement, and he looked embarrassed and irritated. "'*You naughty mortals!'* Roared Growl. The pack shrank back, and stopped growling. *'I am the Fear-Dog, and I am the head and Alpha of the Sprit-Dogs! You don't chase out inferiors!'* The pack scoffed, even though they were terrified if they actually made fun of a Spirit-Pup. *'From now on, your pack will always bow and scrape to me, and my wrath.'* Growl declared, and it happened. The pack whimpered at every shadow, yipped at every storm in fear, and obeyed Growl."

I finished, smiling. "Wait. Isn't having a lotta power evil-ish?" Ear asked. "No, not always. Growl gave the pack what they deserved, and finally the pack came into order by Terror." I explained. The Fear-Dog huffed. "Didn't even finish it. You heard me punish those Fierce-Dog like mongrels and ran back home before I could even leave. You scolded me as if you were my Alpha *and* mother-dog!" My brother scoffed at me. "And then?" He glared at me. "Then.. Well.. You *made me* a*polo*gi*ze.* The *ignorance! Scolding the Spirit-Dog Alpha!*" My brother pounded the ground again with huge dark paws. "Uncle, Uncle! Are we gonna lead packs too?" Maple demanded, bouncing. My brother shot me a 'see, you've made them get hopes up!' look. "That's all up to the future." He answered.

(CLIFFHANGER, HAHAAA!!)