Fight For The Bone
Silver and another coyote are in the desert when they come across a bone. Who will win? Contains mild gore. PLEASE COMMENT! Feedback is always nice. :3
In the dry, arid desert, food is scarce. There is a bone lying in the sand, lost and forgotten. Two coyotes, human-like in appearance and walking on two legs instead of four, walk up to the bone. One of the coyotes has brown fur, is a bit muscular, and has a turquoise Mohawk on his head. The rest of his hair flows down behind his fluffy, pointy ears, almost like a mullet. The other coyote has sandy, yellowish-brown fur - lighter than that of the other - and is much more scrawny in appearance. His snout is longer, he has no hair, and he looks like Wile E. Coyote.
"Listen pal, this bone is mine!" Growled the scrawny one.
"Well, wait, slow down." Said the one with the Mohawk, "Name's Silver. Maybe there is a way where we can both have it."
"I don't care who you are or what you think but this bone is mine. ALL MINE!" Snarled the scrawny coyote.
And with that, the scrawny one lunged for the bone. Silver instantly sprang up and collided with the other coyote.
"Back off!" Growled the scrawny one.
"No, you listen." Snarled Silver, "If you want all of us to starve then by all means, take this bone. I'll wait."
The scrawny one slowly walked over to the bone, picked it up, and sneered, "Fine. If I don't get to have this entire bone to myself, nobody can!"
The scrawny coyote threw the bone. He threw it so hard that when the bone collided with a nearby cactus, it sliced in clean in half! The upper half of the cactus fell to the ground with a thud, slightly muffled by the sand.
"Now look what you've done!" Barked Silver.
"Fair's fair." Sniffed the scrawny one.
Silver had had enough. Not only had this coyote ruined his lunch, but he had also damaged the property of the desert! A fire was burning in Silver's blue eyes. He was growling heavily, trying to intimidate the scrawny one. But he scrawny one had the same idea. He was also growling. Silver bared his fangs. The scrawny one did the same.
"That's IT!" Barked Silver as he attempted to slice open the scrawny one's skin with his claws. However, the scrawny one was quick. He dodged Silver's claw swipe with ease. Silver landed back on the ground. He had little time to think about his next move, so he decided to lunge at the scrawny one's throat. This caused the two coyotes to end up on the ground in a heap. All Silver could see was a blur of fur and fangs. In reality, the two coyotes were on the ground biting, clawing, and kicking furiously at each other.
Suddenly, they stopped fighting. With all their clawing at the sand they had uncovered two bones! Silver got up, shook himself dry of the dust, and panted because he was exhausted. Then Silver looked down at his chest and saw many cuts, at least fifty. However, none of them needed immediate attention. The scrawny coyote also appeared to be okay. He also shook himself dry of the dust, but he panted more heavily. Then Silver saw that he had a large gash on his underbelly. Needless to say, it needed attention.
"You need help." Said Silver.
"I don't need any help." Said the scrawny coyote in a voice that was barely audible.
Suddenly, Silver remembered the cactus. In this desert, the water found inside the cacti had healing properties. Silver picked up the scrawny coyote.
"Put me down." Whispered the scrawny coyote.
But Silver would not listen. Sure, the desert had its rules. Brutally maiming another coyote meant that your opponent was yours to feast on. After all, it was a game of survival. But Silver had a good heart, and this coyote was scrawny and bony. Slowly, Silver carried the scrawny coyote over to the cactus stump. Eventually, he reached the stump and set the scrawny coyote down, with his muzzle right on the stump. The stump was shaped like a bowl with water in it.
"Lap this up." Ordered Silver, "It is blessed with the powers of Deus Ex Machina."
The scrawny coyote began to do so.
"That's it, keep drinking. The water is almost gone!" Coached Silver.
The scrawny coyote became more alive with each drink of the cactus water. Eventually, he was no longer bleeding. Suddenly, he became perfectly normal. The gash on his underbelly had disappeared. When the scrawny coyote finally came to, he was still angry.
"Listen." Barked Silver, "I saved your life and found food for both of us. I think we should call a permanent truce."
"Fine." Snarled the scrawny coyote. "Thank you for saving my life." He said as he got up, picked up one of the bones, put it in his mouth, and left.
Silver walked over to the remaining bone and started chewing on it. His tail was wagging. Somehow, it tasted better than any other bone he had ever chewed on. Maybe it wasn't the bone, but the victory. Not the victory from defeating someone else, but the victory of showing someone an act of kindness. Silver had never saved another coyote's life before. Maybe if kindness was more prevalent, life in the desert would be less harsh. He began to reflect on that notion as his fangs tore the bone to pieces.