The world in the life of a grey husky Chpt. 8 Huskys fight for his life.
Pulling into the drive, the husky noticed something....out of place. Usind his honed skills he let the entire world around him stop, the only thing in his mind was him and the surrounding. No noise, no wind, just him and what he thought smelled like a feline.
Looking over at the wolf sitting in the car next to him he quietly spoke, making sure that they were the only two that would hear.
"Legend theres something wrong here. Stay here and call the police, while I go investigate."
Looking at the husky as a bird chirpped int the corn feild behind the house he knew in his heart that his friend was tough enough for almost anything anyone could throw at him, but ever since that crash, he just wasnt so shure. He knew this husky since he was a young teen, and had been there, watching him grow stronger and tougher. But still something about those surroundings made him restless.
Giving him a nod in agreeance, he pulled out a cell phone and dialed 911 as the husky crept towards the door of the house.
Noticing his rather sturdy door was opened, he knew that the intruder must have been innocent looking because the door was too solid to be kicked in. Peeking his head around the doorfraim he saw the little fox. He was laying in the corner passed out. Looking down the hall, he could see a rather large lion with his back turned to him. From what Mark could tell, he was dressed in a postal carriers uniform and was a good three inches taller than him. Watching the lion rifle through the table at the end of the hall, he could notice his rather large frame. He seemed to be able to easily take many a mere males down in a fight.
Looking around the hall quickly, he noticed that the door to his gun room was still locked, making the defense of his house a complete test of body. Knowing that the lion wouldnt stay at the table he made his move.
Flyinging around the door, he began to run at his full speed down the hall at the unsuspecting lion.
Looking up from the stack of papers on the table, the lion sniffed the air, smelling a new scent in the house. It was one unlike any he had smelled before. Turning around to investigate the new smell he sees the husky charging him, teeth showing and eyes filled with rage. He tried to move out of the way but it was to late. The lion was hit in the chest as the husky speared him into the table.
Buckling under the immense pressure of the attack, the table broke from behind the winded lion, causing him to be pushed into the wall of the house.
Standing up from the floor, the husky watched as the lion growled loadly and swung a fist at the floor before hopping up.
"Your going to regret that little husky!!" He swipped a paw at the huskys bare chest, digging his claws into the fur, drawing blood onto the surface. Brining his paw back he threw his large fist at the husky hitting him in the face and knocking him to the ground.
As he hit the hardwood floor he relized he would have to use the one thing he had over the lion...His speed. Kisking wide on across the floor he hit the lion right above the shin causeng him to buckle a little. Rolling back as the lion struck at the ground he stood up and hit the lion's face with a perfect roundhouse kick.
Spitting blood onto the floor the lion smirked as he sent a heavy fist into the stomach of the husky. Bending over in pain, he was hit in the back by what seemed to be steel wieghts. Hitting the floor he winced in pain as the blood and sweat mixed on his fur.
Lifting his foot over the huskys face he chuckled and spoke loudly, "goodbye doggy." Bringing down his foot he feels it stop and begin to twist.
Spinning the large foot in a clockwise motion, he feels the ground shake as the lion falls to the ground with a loud thud. Standing up he wastes no time in kicking the lion in his head sending him into a rage. Grabbing the husky by his leg, he grabs him by the arms holding him above his head.
As he tossed the husky across the room, he began to walk towards him with a smile. Not even stopping for the sirens coming in the drive way he knew this was the end for the husky. Making his way to the canine, he lifted his arm again about to punch down upon his head.
Busting in through the door, a garman shepard in a brown sherrifs uniform entered pointing his gun at the lion as he started to bring his arm down upon the husky. Firing two shots at the lion, he stopped almost completely in his tracks, eyes wide open. Crashing down to the ground, blood began to seep onto the fur of the lion.
Rushing over to the husky he rolled him onto his back and examined his cut chest. Grabbing a pillow and setting it under his head, the shepard tried to get Mark to tell him what happened.
After trying his best to explain what had happened he asked the officer to take the fox into his room so that he could recover and let Legend come in.
Entering the house the wolf looked around the torn up house before walking over to the injured husky. Telling the officer that he could handle it from here, he looked down at his friend.
"Well Mark, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" He said through a chuckle, and began to try and make the husky comfortable.