Just a Little Out of It

~*Chinchuro*~



What do you do with a rabid dog?

You put it down, simple as that. It was something you learned quite early on that, when a creature of any type looked like it might cause physical harm without rhyme or reason, you were gifted with your own right to be rid of it and do the world a favor. After that, it was simply a matter of properly disposing of the body somewhere some other animal wouldn’t devour its infected corpse and cause this entire situation to repeat itself once again.
It was because of this that being an animal of any sort came with a certain amount of difficulty that no human could ever understand. Hunted, slain, destroyed simply for being unable to control themselves due to a sickness they couldn’t prevent. Was it the fault of the animal? Were a human to get the same condition, would they really react by loading a shotgun and coaxing them behind the garage in order to shield the eyes of children from watching it die in one swift shot to the head? No, it was almost for certain that things would be a bit different should that situation come up! So then, what happened when someone not quite human and not quite animal started foaming at the mouth and snapping at children out for a midday walk through the park?

Bad things…

The white wolf like beast that stood, shadowed by the setting sun, seemed almost ravenous for the taste of flesh upon its tongue. To those not paying attention or those without the gift of sight, she looked to simply be another street mutt who had been bitten by some filthy vermin or another, but anyone else would notice the flames at its feet and that flared with every step it took towards those who might oppose it. With jaws dripping with saliva, she snapped viciously at anyone who dared get close enough for her to feel threatened. Growls rumbled deep in her throat as she stalked about the grass with devious intent and then found herself moving slowly onto the streets. A car stopped dead, inches from hitting her and her reaction was to turn and sink her teeth into the metal and, with strength no pure canine could ever have, ripped the metal grate from the front and angrily tossed it aside.

It was around then that a woman, having witnessed the entire event, let out a terrified shriek. It was always one person who started a thousand different problems. That one scream triggered a number of others and set many into panic until everything was in violent disarray. Men moved in to catch the beast by the scruff or to hold its muzzle shut only to be met by the sting of razor sharp teeth and without much difficulty, it leapt onto the roof of the car that the driver had long since abandoned. Who would have thought that one unhappy animal could cause this much trouble?

Only Chinchuro ~