User blog:.Jackelo/Story Time~

Like the title says, I have a story for 'yall. It's not finished yet~.

It's about a gray fox named Tino, who was put into a reject pen at a zoo in some random country.

Chapter 1 ~ The Rejected.
Now this was just peachy.

Tino, a young gray fox, was just thrown into a small, wooden pen, along with two other animals, which she couldn't recognize due to the darkness in the place. Sniffing cautiously, she caught the scent of mexican wolf, and tiger. A cub, at that.

Narrowing her eyes disdainfully, she lept up to a small ledge in the pen, claws digging into the wood. The wolf looked up at her, cautiousness glittering in his amber eyes.

"What're you doing?" he growled, tail bushing. Tino chuckled.

"Being a gray fox. We're supposed to climb. Helps us get food, not like it's ever helped me before..." she muttered, tail swishing. "What does it matter to you?"

The wolf snorted.

"Canines aren't supposed to do that." he said cynically. "Only cats, like this cub here." He nudged the tiger in the process. "What's your name anyway?"

The tiger blinked nervously up at the large wolf.

"Coco." she squeaked.

The wolf laughed, a rumbling growl in the back of his throat.

"I'm Faustis. And I don't know who the hell that is over on the ledge. Say's she's a gray fox."

Tino's tail bristled.

"My name is Tino, thank you very much!" she said indignantly. "And I was thinking the same thing about you."

Faustis laughed.

"Ooh, girl's got a mouth, hasn't she?" he retorted, tail bristling.

Coco covered her ears with her paws, closing her eyes in fright. Tino looked at her worriedly.

"Now look, you're scaring the cub. Now, instead of fighting, how about we figure out why we're all in here."

Faustis snorted.

"Doll face, we're in here because we're rejects."

Coco looked up at him, orange and black fur fluffed out.

"Rejects?"

The wolf nodded.

"Yes cub, rejects. Your pen didn't have enough room in it, and I was too 'aggressive' to be around others of my kind. Don't know why Tyler's in here though."

"It's Tino!" the gray fox snapped, fluffy fur bristling agrily. "And I'm in here because of space issues in my den. I wasn't getting fed enough, so they took me away."

Coco waved her tail around anxiously.

"So they put us all in here?"

Faustis nodded.

"Yep. Hopefully, we'll get along swimmingly."

Tino snorted.

"Not going to happen."

Faustis smirked.

"Oh it will someday dollface, trust me...."

Chapter 2 ~ Getting to know one another.
"Horses! We're taking you out of here to clean your pen."

Tino blinked open her amber eyes to a racous human voice, and snarled. Getting groggily to her paws, she glared at the human, ears flicking.

"Did he call us horses?" she asked. Faustis nodded.

"He calls all the animals horses."

"Why?"

The wolf shrugged.

"Dunno dollface."

"Don't call me that!" Tino said bitterly, tail bristling.

"Why, does it bother you?"

Tino nodded sharply.

"Yes, it does. One of the foxes in my old pen used to call me that."

"Did you love him?"

Tino fell silent after Faustis said that. The mexican wolf nodded knowingly.

"I know how it feels. What was his name?"

Tino's eyes burned, and she lept to her paws, tail bushing out.

"You don't need to know that!" she snarled, and sighed inwardly in relief as three humans led them into the extra pen.

The pen was cold, with tall gray stone walls, and a light spattering of hay on the floor.

Coco sneeze, startling Tino. She'd forgotten the tiger cub was there.

Faustis sat down, the hay crunching under his weight.

"So, now that we're stuck in here until our pen is clean, how about we get to know eachother? I'll go first. My name is Faustis, I'm a mexican wolf, I was sent to this pen because I was too aggressive, and my favorite color is the color of the sky before a storm."

Coco tipped her head.

"Why your favorite color?"

"I've heard humans ask each other that. It seems like a good question, cub."

"Alright!" the tiger mewed, tail fluffing out in delight. "I'll go next! My name is Coco, I'm a siberian tiger, I was sent here 'cause my mama didn't want me, and they didn't have enough room, and my favorite color is the color of my mama's fur!" she purred.

Tino smiled.

"My turn then. My name is Tino, I am a gray fox, I was sent here because of space and feeding issues in my pen, and my favorite color is the ashes after a fire."

Faustis smiled.

"Now that wasn't too hard, was it."

Tino rolled her eyes.

"It was the hardest thing I've ever done!" she replied, laughing.

Coco giggled, and laid down, flicking her tail. Faustis pinned down the moving orange and black striped blur, and laid down afterwards.

"I'm going to sleep. Don't make any noise." he said gruffly, and tucked his tail over his nose.

Tino sighed.

He reminds me so much of Gilbert.... she thought, and sat down, gazing out of the pen.