Hard as they
were the men feared the rat, however. This battle-scarred fighting-dog with lockjaws is feared the
most, which it likes to kill, which it enjoys the kill, which it lives for the
kill, and it's bulldozing towards them.
Those knew not to stroke it, and those knew not to feed it, and those
knew. It can’t distinguish between
a “hand-out and a hand.” Mitchell
had warned them many times, and they knew Mitchell’s motto. Touch not the fighting-dog without a
glove. Its reputation as a vicious
killer scattered the miners like cats.
In that bye-gone-age dogs that are born were rough tough to survive their natural environment.
“At last at last it has been accomplished. No one not even the lordly brothers will disrupt my passion to have, the most ferocious breed of fast fighting dogs ever seen. I am what I am. Give me a fighting-dog and I come alive, crunch crunch crack crack.”
ReplyDeleteAn evil laugh Mitchell heralded to the air.
And Fury muscled up pawed ahead inspired by the delicious sexual conquest. He growls defensively against those. That dare cross its path.
ReplyDeleteFury understood that tone of voice. Obediently it went under table waits for him to return. Hardly ever without thy master its life revolved around him. It lives only for him. Fury could not sleep not knowing where is thy master. It listens listening for front door to open.
ReplyDeleteMitchell moved in a fast pace hoping it’s not Jack. He turned into High Street. Up ahead is the hospital’s stone building, built in sixteenth century. An impressive sight it was. With stone carvings of unusual designs, Carpathian pillars, rows of balusters placed on stone ledges, and many arch windows of stain glass and mullion windows. Which spreads over many acres. His temper high has made him strong as an ox.
ReplyDeleteImpressive! Thanks for the post.good fighting dogs
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