Mongrels: A Narrative Fiction

Idiotas! Did I not tell you mongrels to be careful!? You will pay for that when we get back. Con rapidez! I don’t want to lose my prey.” The nobleman screamed.

Aeric was stalking the hunting party, trying to keep pace while still being unseen. The morning was supposed to be a slow one, he was to collect some herbs to restock his medical supplies when he heard the barking and crashing of dogs. Aeric quickly looked for a camouflaged vantage point and was able to find a large, healthy tree with abundant leaves. He took out a small bottle and rag. He dripped a couple of drops of liquid on the rag and dabbed it on different parts of his body. He then made a motion with his hands and his companion faded out into the jungle. All that was left

We’re going after that blonde bastard. We have to keep quiet, though.” Aeric murmured in the ear of the stone dog. Titan just gave a small chuffing sound to signal his understanding. The stone dog is as smart as a stupid human so communication with him needs to be clear and concise.

Aeric grabbed on Titan’s long, stringy ropes of fur and pulled himself astride the massive beast. Titan bore his weight well. Once he was settled, he patted the dog then bent down near its swiveling ears.

“Right, we need to chase them but keep out of sight. You’ll get a kill soon.” The dog let out a low growl then started loping after the hunting party. It’s one of the reasons why stone dogs are not easily tamed. The need to kill is part of what they are. The longer a stone dog is without a kill, the more aggressive it becomes. Leave it alone long enough, the stone dog becomes blood-crazed, killing anything within sight. Aeric goes on a hunt with Titan every 10-day. The stone dog gets his kill and satiates its bloodlust while Aeric gets a part of the kill. He makes sure that Titan hunts game animals and dangerous creatures that could pose a threat to their home. The stone dog is the perfect

The hounds were nipping at its heels. The nobleman reached over and gave his crossbow to one of his guides. He then stopped his strider and dismounted. He unhooked the long boar spear and took it in his hands. The guides followed suit and dismounted. They worked with the dogs in herding the pig towards the nobleman. The pig was enraged, the hounds were darting in for a quick nip before the pig could swing around its ponderous size and try to gore them with its short horn. Once there the pig saw that there was an opening with only the nobleman guarding it, it made a dash for it. It lowered its head, intending to ram its way to freedom with its horn leading the way. The nobleman was an experienced one so he almost lazily set his spear, point it at the charging pig. The pig impaled itself on it, working itself up the spearhead until it was stopped by the lugs. The nobleman had planted the butt of the spear on the ground so he was able to set himself well and took the weight of the fast-moving animal without any difficulty. The pig made a few weak movements but it was already dead. The nobleman withdrew the spear with a hard yank and raised it with both hands. The guides gave a loud cheer while the nobleman basked in the adoration with a wide