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Three Lives, Three Tails

Novel By: Mika

Talan (Pronounced Tay-lenn)is alone. Hungry. Cold. Then he smells it- food. In his desperate hunt for the scent of food, he meets and helps two adventerous animals escape their place of captive- the Sandiego Zoo. In this story of friendship, loyalty, and suspense, Talan will discover what it's like to be away from his pack; better than anything he'd ever known. View table of contents...



Submitted:Apr 20, 2007    Reads: 112    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

It was not anything like a clear night.� Rain came bucketing from the sky, and the thunder shook the earth.� Talan the Timber Wolf padded across the soft ground.� His fur was sopping wet, and it stuck to his shivering body.� After a few paces he stopped and briefly pushed his snout into the mud, searching for a fresh scent of his family.� But all he could smell was mud and the rain in his soaked fur.�

Again he began to walk among the trees, his eyes sad but his body language perky and up beat.� At once he came onto a wide, empty road.� He looked to his left, then to his right, and a bright light caught his eye.� It got bigger and bigger until Talan realized it was just getting closer and closer, and soon a large car zoomed past and sprayed water in his face.� Insulted, he shook his head free of any droplets and walked cautiously across the street.� His paws stung as he stepped on little rocks and pieces of glass and rubber.� He collapsed on the other side, exhausted, and rested for the long, cold night.

����������� He awoke with a start. A car had splashed him again, only this time it was a truck, and had sent a tsunami over his thin body.� He jumped up and ran down the slope he had slept on, behind the nearest tree.� 10 minutes went by and Talan was still behind that tree.� He decided it was safe and started to move again.� He walked the day through, and when the moon rose over to take the sun's place, he smelt food. Good, delicious, mouthwatering food.�

He placed one paw after another toward the scent.� He was stopped by a large, metal fence.� The food was on the other side.� The food.� He was desperate.� His eyes squeezed together so he could see.� It looked like a fence was just randomly placed in the middle of the wood.�

Suddenly, something stirred.� A huge white lump rose from behind a near bush and moved slowly to a pile of-food.

����������� Talan began pawing at the fence.� Let me in! He thought hopefully. Let me in! ��The lump looked up at Talan, hearing his soft whine.� But instead of bringing some of the food to him, the lump shrieked and ran a great length before running into something.� This was a cage.� Talan was at the zoo!

����������� But, in his hunger, he pawed more frantically on the fence, whining louder and louder.� His whining died down and was replaced with growling.� He became fierce and took a running start to bash into the fence.�

����������� It took four tries before his shoulder rocked the fence.� He gave it one last try and it came crashing down at the foot of the mysterious white thing.� It yelped and ran into the fence on the other side again, and punctured a large hole.� That awoke the animal inside the neighboring cage and it walked casually through the hole to Talan.�

����������� Talan could see at once this animal was a Lynx.�

����������� The wild cat blinked once or twice before it began to circle Talan, who kept his head held high and did not let his gaze follow the seemingly conceit cat.�

����������� "You got a name?" asked the Lynx, as he finished his second circle around the wolf.�

����������� "Talan." The wolf replied, not looking at the stranger.� "What's it to you?"

����������� "Nothing.� I'm Rusty."� He sounded defensive.� "Whats wrong with you?"

����������� "Dont ask.� Its a long story." Finally, Talan pushed forward and walked over the fallen fence.� He'd been to stunned at his own strength to move at all.� "And there's food over there."

����������� Behind, Talan heard Rusty's soft footsteps.� "You're not gonna like that crap." he said.� "It's tiger food."

����������� "And what's wrong with this tiger food?"

����������� "
It's utterly disgusting."

����������� "Well, it's food."

����������� Talan continued to walk without looking behind.� He eyed the food and listened to his stomach growl.� When had he last eaten?� Even he couldnt remember.� But that food...the smell wafted into his nostrils and a small string of drool slipped out from the corner of his mouth.� He began to move faster as he got closer, and finally he dug his claws into a nice slab of red meat.�

����������� At the same time that Talan put a bloody mouthful of beef into his mouth, about ten sharp claws dug into his back.� He cried loudly and rolled onto his now bleeding back and was face to face with his attacker.�

����������� A big, white slump.� With two large brown eyes burning with rage and a paw coming down to swipe him across the face.


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