Zombie Dance was maxed by player #21803

Zombie Dance was my first adopted dog. I bought her when she was pregnant with inbred pups, who all found loving homes by the way. Though I strongly dislike careless breeders, I must thank that one for putting her up for adoption, or otherwise I wouldn't have this amazing girl.



Lets go back, a few hundred years or so. Back when humans were not quite human, but simple and wild creatures. Dogs were not known as mans best friend yet, oh no. They were our greatest enemies. Day and night man fought with dogs, over food, territory, power. Dogs hunted us. We were their prey. And we killed them in cold blood, any chance we got. So its no wonder the first 'tame' dog came as a surprise. Zombie Dance, or as she used to be known, Yip, was said dog.
It was a dark night. Dry and crisp, the air whistled through the trees dead branches. I shivered against the chilling cold. A pelt of silvery wolf fur was wrapped tightly about my waist, and the beasts head was mounted for a hood on my head. I could see the tips of its yellow fangs just above my eyes as I searched the woods for our evening meal. We had not eaten for many days. The wolves had taken everything. First, just one large male strolled through. Then he brought a few females. Now, the area is scorched with fur and fleas from the filthy beasts. Oh how I hate them. Disgusting, vile creatures. A flash or fur to my left diverts my attention from my hateful thoughts. I pause, a long breath caught in my throat. I stare with an intensity only known to a man about to breath his last. All is still. All is quiet. My chest is crushed into the ground, and I can feel ribs shatter, as a massive black beast throws its full weight onto my body. I didnt even see it coming. I look up to see drool slide down the wolfs muzzle and drip into my eyes. It burns like hellfire, and like a panicked animal, which I was, I started to writhe beneath the creature, my spear flying about. I felt it catch on the tangled fur and yelps of pain rang out with each blow. A splash of hot sticky blood on my chest told me I had hit the mutts throat. A winning blow. Its body spasmed for a while, and when it was still and limp, I shoved it off and rolled over. Rubbing the disgusting drool from my eyes, I looked over at the creature. It was significantly smaller than most of the female wolves in the area. About as large as me actually. A male wolf would stand two or three feet above an average man, even a bitch would have been at least my height. It didnt look like a pup either. Its skin was just as scarred and flea bitten as any old brute would have been. So why was is so small? I shook off the thoughts. It may be small, but that was still a meal for a few clan members. I wound its paws together using some old tree vines and flung it over shoulder, preparing to walk the thousands of miles it would take to get back to the clans sleeping grounds. Yet something pricked the hairs on the back of my neck. More danger, perhaps? I looked around and listened. Birds fluttered about in the night, squirrels rustled the leaves. And a cute, little whimpering sound was wafting through the air. I turned toward the noise and began to walk slowly and cautiously. Movement. I stood still as a statue, holding my breath, my heart beat thundering in my ears. "Yip!" I stood aghast. For laying just a few feet in front of me, a newborn wolf pup was struggling to crawl in my direction. Its eyes and ears were closed. It couldnt even walk yet. I pitied the pup, but knew it must be killed, for in a year it could destroy me just as easily. I dropped the elder wolf and picked the little pup up. It was small and weak, with a plump belly. All black with white on its head, paws, tail, and neck. I stroked its nose a bit, and it sneezed at me. I cooed over it. My son had been born just a few weeks before. The pup reminded me of him. He is long gone now, as most of the children in our clan were wiped out by famine. Oh how wonderful it felt to nurture something again. I sighed and grabbed my spear from my back, pressing the sharp edge against the white of the pups neck. "Yip!" I shuddered and dropped the spear. It just simply couldnt be done. Yip was too precious to me. She filled a void in my heart. The clan will just have to learn to understand.
A few months later, Yip was a proud young wolf. The clan had gotten used to having her around, though it took a while to convince them she was harmless at the time. She watched over the children and chased rouge wolves away from our grounds. And she rarely strays from my side. She is small, but growing. The elder says she will soon be the size of a women, but never as large as normal wolves. Yet she has a fire in her heart that makes up for her small stature. Other members of the clan are thinking about finding their own wolf pups as well. Or perhaps we could breed Yip to a smaller male wolf, if we can find such a thing. Either way, we are a happy clan now. Dog is mans best friend.