This is my Aggressive Jesus Story because I finished it around Christmas time =)

Black Ghost

Four (1/2)

Quiet was awakened from her sleep by an unsettling feeling that tickled her spine. She took a deep breath, noting that something about her mother’s scent- who was sleeping beside her- was off. She rolled over, yawning, to look over at Gentle. Her mother’s brown-furred back was to her daughter, and she lay so still that she appeared to be dead. Sitting up, Quiet crawled over to look down at her mother, only to find herself numbed to the point of feeling like a coyote made of ice.

Her mother stared blankly up at the ceiling, eyes foggy with the essence of death. A thin trickle of blood was visible, now dried but having before been slipping out from her mouth. Her throat was bitten into, but oddly: it looked almost as if her throat had been bitten from the inside, teeth ripping through the inside of her jugular and then piercing all the way to the outside world. The blood was dry around the wound, caking her fur. The smell of death was beginning to slowly weave its way into the air, but the smell of blood had already faded.

Quiet quickly backed out of the den, eyes wide in panic. She turned, stumbling through the dark clearing over to Soft’s den to wake her. Her silence made her seem suspicious: if only she could have screamed at the sight of her mother’s corpse. Then no one would suspect a thing, even when she truly was innocent.

Prodding her aunt in the ribs, Soft woke. Quiet hopped away from her the moment that she sat up, hoping that the fearful look in her eyes would be enough for her to follow her back to the den and see Gentle’s corpse. Soft squinted at her for a long moment, gaining wakefulness, before shaking off and looking over at her two slumbering daughters. “Quiet,” she whispered airily, “what are you doing up at this hour? Why did you have to wake me?”

She hoped that the amount of panic in her eyes would be enough to urge her aunt on and, spinning in a few frantic circles, she turned and rushed out towards her own den again. Thankfully, she heard footsteps behind her as Soft clambered from the dark depths of her warm den and out into the chilly night. Quiet wasted no time: she sprinted straight to her den and turned to wait for Soft, unable to face her mother’s corpse alone again.

Soft sighed and led the way inside, before erupting into a scream that Quiet felt reverberate through her skeletal system. Within a matter of moments the entirety of the pack was awake and sprinting towards her den, all while Soft darted out again. “What happened?” Soft shouted in Quiet’s face, and she shrank back in fear. The pack was closing in now, surrounding the aunt and niece duo in confusion. “What’s going on? What happened? What did Quiet do?” passed through hushed voices of the surrounding crowd. With ears laid back, Quiet mouthed I don’t know. Afraid. Her aunt appeared unsatisfied- or, honestly, she may not have even known what that meant- and turned away with a grunt, facing Captain, their pack’s leader. “Gentle is dead,” Soft informed him. “She’s got a few bite marks in her throat. Quiet came to get me. I don’t know what happened.”

something dark, like my soul

a helpful tip

No, sorry :(

- President Loki

Stop bullying them I downvoted you you idiot

You forgot to include me spino more words

(Audience clap) that was a great poem (please excuse me if I got the tag wrong)

I loved it and it’s great to have a new person around

-Inferi

Welcome to the community Sovereign Spino, I hope you have fun here. Bye everyone have a great day! -Harpocrates

We don’t think we’re good at everything. Most of us don’t even think we’re good at writing. But we ARE good at remembering names, mind you :)

That wasn’t a tip about dye from you, either. So you’re just as much of a problem as we are, aren’t you? If the haters get mad because we don’t post dye-related tips and backlash us by posting non-dye-related tips, then they’re as much of a nuisance as we are, are they not? And plus, at least we post things that can be fun to read. Haters just post bad-grammar-infested tips degrading others.

What kind of psychology is that?

- President Loki

(And here’s a tip about dye:

Dye is like PAINT. Except it’s DYE. Dye and paint are DIFFERENT, but DON’T ASK ME HOW. You can PAINT STUFF with DYE. How cool is that????? I bet none of you knew that until I came along!!!!

Happy?)

Woah! Awesome, Sovereign Spino! Such poetry should be put into outer lives more! Thanks! Welcome to the community!

#FF4L

Tina. I got the support!

Nice poem Sovereign Spino!……idk rly know what else to say……..uhhhh…….what’s the poetry version of an Emmy nomination?

-Manticore

Welcome Sovereign Spino!

-WhiteWinterTiger

*Dramatic one-handed applause*

Your poem/limerick/song/whatever you’d call it was beautiful. I liked the part about the green god of mischief. Who did you mean?? They sound like a GREAT guy!!!

(Mobius: You giant seismic narcissist!!)

Um

I am burdened with glorious purpose

- President Loki

Black Ghost

Seven

That night the pack refused to all split off and go to their own dens. Captain led them into the nursery, the largest sleeping place, and laid blocking the entrance so that no monster could get in. Together they laid, curling up, pressing into one another. It was cramped and uncomfortable. All of Quiet’s pack mates smelled of distress and the den still reeked of sickness from the pups. But at least it made her feel just a little bit safer.

After a long space of time, the pack was asleep, although their slumber was light and anxious. Quiet couldn’t help but stay awake, her head resting on Gruff’s back as she looked towards the entrance of the den, watching the dark space above Captain’s figure for any movement. Her eyelids drooped, sleep dragging at her muscles and begging to drag her down into slumber, but she knew that if she fell asleep her pack would be dead when she woke. But oh, how tantalizing sleep seemed. Perhaps only a few moments wouldn’t be… so… bad…

A whisk of movement snapped Quiet back into consciousness. Lifting her head, she peered into the cramped darkness of the nursery. Were one of her pack mates awake and guarding them? Poking her nose in that direction she sniffed, but couldn’t find any smells that notified her of consciousness from one of her pack members.

Quiet let out a breathy sigh, shifting the way that she was laying and looking over towards Captain again with sleepy eyes. That’s when the black wolf’s head appeared in the den entrance.

Black Ghost

Four (2/2)

“Let’s bring her out of the camp,” Captain ordered, looking away from Quiet finally. “The smell will attract other scavengers if she stays here much longer.”

Soft looked towards Quiet, her eyes calculating as she stared at her niece. Both of Soft’s daughters, Elegant and Grace, eyed her disdainfully, as if Gentle’s death was purely her fault. Quiet knew that her cousins despised her, simply because of the fact that she couldn’t speak. It wasn’t fair. She couldn’t help her disability- she had been born with it. Believe me, if I could fix myself, I certainly would have by now.

“Quiet,” Captain announced suddenly, eyes snapping back to look at her. She winced at his words, simply because of the harsh way that he spat her name- as if it was a disease that was infecting his tongue. “Take Gentle’s corpse away from camp. Rough and Giant will accompany you.” He nodded to the two coyotes that he named, both of whom stepped forward. Within moments the three of them were padding through the eerie, moonlit trees, milky light cast from the stars turning the auburn-colored leaves an ominously fiery color. Quiet was at the front, padding with her shoulders drooping and her head low, while Rough and Giant carried Gentle’s corpse along behind her. She was too weak to even help with the job at hand- why had Captain sent her out like this? Was it some sort of punishment? What had she done?

After a while of trailing silence, Giant gruffly announced that underneath a tall, flowering tree would be a proper place to bury Gentle. Quiet moved to help scrape out a subsequent grave but Rough shooed her away, his and Giant’s large paws working to dig far faster than Quiet could have. Sighing, she turned her back to them and padded a bit of a way along the trail that they had just created, back in the direction of their camp. When she could just barely see her counterparts she sat with her back to them, breathing out through her nostrils and bowing her head, closing her eyes. What am I supposed to do now that Gentle is gone?

Well. Some news, finally.

DT is canceled, new story that is way better but discord exclusive. Ep1 - Ep16 of it are out. JOIN THE DISCORD, IT IS OUR FUTURE.

I have pretty much died on dododex, by I'm super active on discord.

ALSO, THE CREATER OF DØDØDEX (Dan) JOINED THE DISCORD FOR SOME REASON.

https://discord.gg/4Cd99hFGA2

Joinnnnnnnnnnn

-DTG

If you guys want tips on how to keep your story awesome, just sit back for a week or two. Read others’ posts for some inspiration, and just think up craziness. By the end of the time you spend, you will have tons of ideas. Take me for example. I haven’t been writing for about a month or two now and I am so impatient because of the sweet ideas I got. Just trying to give a helpful tip. Also, dtg, agreed. Writing is getting a lot better and am enjoying it more and more.

#FF4L

- The Nazgûl

where is where is the dodo tales guy? anyone know?

"wHeReS tHe DoDo TaLeS

a hElPfUl TiP iNcLuDeS mOrE wOrDs"

dang i do be missin that

Dodo tales guy what happens in chapter eleven

Imma put a lot of effort into improving my writing for the next few months...

considering I've already been doing so, It shouldn't be very challenging.

-DTG

YESSS. A PREQUEL TO DODO TALES ABOUT EDEN. YESSSSS!!!!! I liked Eden, Aidans name is meant to be like his.

-Apex