howldaloom
02-11-2008, 05:41 AM
The story is a true one, about a big stray who was wrongfully put down and was therefore written in his name.
The Black Guardian
Nobody really knows where he came from or when. We don't even know his real name, but we do know, even though he is gone he will never be forgotten.
For he lives in the hearts and minds of the people that new him.
He was known as the Black Guardian.
Guardian for short was a huge jet black German sheperd dog with forest green eyes. But unlike a dog he was wild. He in my opinion behaved rather like a wolf. He didn't have an owner, he was a stray.
But when somebody reported him to the RSPCA he always managed to disappear and when it was safe enough, crawl out from his hiding place , quite often an old badger whole under the big old apple tree the locals called old crumble.
He when he was hungry enough sat at the back of our garden or a neighbours begging for food and in return watched over the kids.
When the kids got to close to the road or another danger he would pull them away. And so he was named the black guardian of north green, well earned really.
He was truly wild though, nobody could touch him, probably because he wouldn't let them. But that day November the 4th 1999 mine and guardians relationship changed forever.
It was a day like any other or so i thought. Gaurdian was watching the kids play nearby in the woods but i had to stay home and look after my baby brother. My mum was away doing a college course and my step dad at the pub. I was dreading his return home, for i new he would be drunk and angry.
He always was.
Anyway i was fixing lunch for myself and brother when he came home slamming the front door behind him. He stood in the kitchen door way swaying in his heals before ramming me back and yelling for his dinner. When i said i hadn't made him any, things really turned ugly.
He threw the plates with our dinner on them across the room, after swinging his fists repeatedly in my face, blow after blow after blow. The hard torturous blows kept coming, battered and bruised i collapsed.
My brothers cries could be heard from upstairs, my step dad reached down grabbing me by the neck and tossed me across the room like a rag doll. I could only utter pathetic squeals for help but they were completely ignored.
My step dad thrust me against the door getting rid of my clothes and tossing them aside forced me to the ground.
Another horrific blow came to my head but to my amazement i stayed coincess. I screamed, i screamed my heart out hoping someone would hear.
He clammed his sweaty hand against my mouth to stop me from screaming and he forced himself on me.
Guardian had heard me scream though, he must have, for he came charging down the back garden and slammed into the back door. He snapped and snarled at the door, desperately trying to get in.
I had never heard him sound so aggressive before but it gave me some hope, just knowing that he was there helped. Then something amazing happened. He smashed the glass at the top of the door and crawled throw it and launched himself on my step dad!
Snapping and snarling he back him into a corner in the living room and started attacking him aggressively.
My step dad started to his feet but fell to his knees, before finally slumping in his own pool of blood. Guardian backed off baring his dagger like teeth ready to attack again.
Guardian reappeared in the kitchen doorway, he came towards me slowly and started rubbing his nose over my naked body as if looking for serious injuries.
The only pain i felt was in my chest and face where he had punched me.
He started licking my face, backed off and looked my hard in the eyes, i gasped with supprise, he seemed to grasp my body and force me to look at him. It only lasted a few seconds but to me it seemed to last an eternity.
Guardian lifted his head barked and trotted to the back door and left, i gave a wimper wishing he would come back but he didn't. I lost consciousness.
A firm hand fell on my shoulder and i screamed. My eyes shot open and i stared into the face of my next door neighbour Neil. i relaxed but only until i realized i was naked and gave a loud shriek.
Neil quickly took his coat off and put it round my quaking shoulders. He kept asking me what had happened, the most i could come up with was i got beaten up at the local play ground and was getting a drink before i got in the shower and i slipped over and banged my head.
I just hoped he would believe it. But then it was rather convincing as my towel from last night was still on the floor. I just hoped he wouldn't go into my living room and find my step dad and my ripped clothes.
When i had finally convinced him i was ok, he left with a smile telling me to return his jacket later. After he had left i rolled onto my aching side and tried to get up but it was useless. pain shot up my legs making me pant heavily from the effort. Suddenly a loud thud came from the other room.
Battered, bruised, sore and in a great deal of pain i tried several times to stand but the results were the same, i just fell against the cooker panting.
My step dad dragged himself heavily into the kitchen using the unit for support. His face, arms, legs and chest were covered in bite marks and blood. I gave a weak moan and lowered my head.
He pulled open the draw where we kept the knifes. He approached me and it suddenly dawned on me, he wasn't going to kill me, he was going to make it look like that i was also attacked by the dog. So he could get away with it.
He grabbed my arm roughly and started slashing at it........
When he had finally done i was covered in blood and slash marks, which could also be believed as bite marks from a dog...............
The Black Guardian
Nobody really knows where he came from or when. We don't even know his real name, but we do know, even though he is gone he will never be forgotten.
For he lives in the hearts and minds of the people that new him.
He was known as the Black Guardian.
Guardian for short was a huge jet black German sheperd dog with forest green eyes. But unlike a dog he was wild. He in my opinion behaved rather like a wolf. He didn't have an owner, he was a stray.
But when somebody reported him to the RSPCA he always managed to disappear and when it was safe enough, crawl out from his hiding place , quite often an old badger whole under the big old apple tree the locals called old crumble.
He when he was hungry enough sat at the back of our garden or a neighbours begging for food and in return watched over the kids.
When the kids got to close to the road or another danger he would pull them away. And so he was named the black guardian of north green, well earned really.
He was truly wild though, nobody could touch him, probably because he wouldn't let them. But that day November the 4th 1999 mine and guardians relationship changed forever.
It was a day like any other or so i thought. Gaurdian was watching the kids play nearby in the woods but i had to stay home and look after my baby brother. My mum was away doing a college course and my step dad at the pub. I was dreading his return home, for i new he would be drunk and angry.
He always was.
Anyway i was fixing lunch for myself and brother when he came home slamming the front door behind him. He stood in the kitchen door way swaying in his heals before ramming me back and yelling for his dinner. When i said i hadn't made him any, things really turned ugly.
He threw the plates with our dinner on them across the room, after swinging his fists repeatedly in my face, blow after blow after blow. The hard torturous blows kept coming, battered and bruised i collapsed.
My brothers cries could be heard from upstairs, my step dad reached down grabbing me by the neck and tossed me across the room like a rag doll. I could only utter pathetic squeals for help but they were completely ignored.
My step dad thrust me against the door getting rid of my clothes and tossing them aside forced me to the ground.
Another horrific blow came to my head but to my amazement i stayed coincess. I screamed, i screamed my heart out hoping someone would hear.
He clammed his sweaty hand against my mouth to stop me from screaming and he forced himself on me.
Guardian had heard me scream though, he must have, for he came charging down the back garden and slammed into the back door. He snapped and snarled at the door, desperately trying to get in.
I had never heard him sound so aggressive before but it gave me some hope, just knowing that he was there helped. Then something amazing happened. He smashed the glass at the top of the door and crawled throw it and launched himself on my step dad!
Snapping and snarling he back him into a corner in the living room and started attacking him aggressively.
My step dad started to his feet but fell to his knees, before finally slumping in his own pool of blood. Guardian backed off baring his dagger like teeth ready to attack again.
Guardian reappeared in the kitchen doorway, he came towards me slowly and started rubbing his nose over my naked body as if looking for serious injuries.
The only pain i felt was in my chest and face where he had punched me.
He started licking my face, backed off and looked my hard in the eyes, i gasped with supprise, he seemed to grasp my body and force me to look at him. It only lasted a few seconds but to me it seemed to last an eternity.
Guardian lifted his head barked and trotted to the back door and left, i gave a wimper wishing he would come back but he didn't. I lost consciousness.
A firm hand fell on my shoulder and i screamed. My eyes shot open and i stared into the face of my next door neighbour Neil. i relaxed but only until i realized i was naked and gave a loud shriek.
Neil quickly took his coat off and put it round my quaking shoulders. He kept asking me what had happened, the most i could come up with was i got beaten up at the local play ground and was getting a drink before i got in the shower and i slipped over and banged my head.
I just hoped he would believe it. But then it was rather convincing as my towel from last night was still on the floor. I just hoped he wouldn't go into my living room and find my step dad and my ripped clothes.
When i had finally convinced him i was ok, he left with a smile telling me to return his jacket later. After he had left i rolled onto my aching side and tried to get up but it was useless. pain shot up my legs making me pant heavily from the effort. Suddenly a loud thud came from the other room.
Battered, bruised, sore and in a great deal of pain i tried several times to stand but the results were the same, i just fell against the cooker panting.
My step dad dragged himself heavily into the kitchen using the unit for support. His face, arms, legs and chest were covered in bite marks and blood. I gave a weak moan and lowered my head.
He pulled open the draw where we kept the knifes. He approached me and it suddenly dawned on me, he wasn't going to kill me, he was going to make it look like that i was also attacked by the dog. So he could get away with it.
He grabbed my arm roughly and started slashing at it........
When he had finally done i was covered in blood and slash marks, which could also be believed as bite marks from a dog...............