Title: Heart of Blackness
Writer/Author: Tibb_wolf
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Category: Flashback/Character Development - Slightly Controversal
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After Steele's exile from Nome, he has been lying in wait in the surrounding woods, waiting for the right time to strike. Everyone in the town has forgotten about him, thinking he's dead. The time he's had to think has only seemed to ruin him more, making him despise the famous wolf-dog more with each passing day. Balto had gotten the fame, glory... and the girl. Now, Steele thinks it's his turn to make the wolf-dog suffer.
Notes: This fan-fiction takes place a few months after the original Balto movie. It mostly surrounds yet another conflict between Balto and Steele.
Charries: Steele, Balto, Jenna, Kaltag, Star : all © Universal Studios.--
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Silence surrounded the small town as a large black and white husky traveled among the shadows of the woods. His keen blue eyes peered into the quite streets, most of which had been deserted except for the occasional dog making his way home for the night, most likely coming from the boiler room which was the most popular area for the local dogs of Nome to hang out. The large husky crept closer to the outskirts of the town, keeping a careful eye on everything around him, knowing that being caught would only ruin what he had been carefully planning since he had been chased out of the small town a few months ago.
The chilly Alaskan wind picked up slightly and a scent caught the large husky’s attention. He turned his nose in the direction the wind was coming from and snorted in disgust. The husky shook his head wildly, trying to get the scent out of his mind, but he was all ready visualizing the brown wolf-dog standing before him. He growled softly and turned his head away, trying to get is anger under control. Even though he was trying as hard as he knew how to, however, it did not work. All the problems the wolf-dog had given him flooded the large husky’s mind. His movements slowed as he allowed the memories to all come back to him, the ones he had been keeping back until the time was right to let the anger flow.
“No,” he finally growled to himself a few minutes later, barring his white teeth. The fur on his neck was raised and he shook himself slightly to help it lay back down. He turned briefly back to the direction of the scent, but knew that if he started that way, it would ruin everything. He wanted it to be a surprise. He did not want the wolf-dog to see it coming. And he knew no one would, either. Everyone in the town thought the husky was dead. Most of them had probably forgotten all about him. He smirked slightly, thinking of how everything would play out. “Time for my fun,” he said to himself. “But not yet.”
The husky wandered slowly closer to the town, watching out for anything littering the ground to give him away. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to do anything tonight, but he wanted to see just how close he could get. His large paws made soft indentations in the snow as he walked onward. The warm light of the lamps on each house illuminated his black and white fur, almost reminding him of when he was still a part of this small town.
Once he had left the safety of the outskirts, the large husky kept toward the shadows. Slowing his steps to a halt, he closed his eyes, trying to imagine every ally-way in the town. It made him frustrated that he was not able to remember it all without trying. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and in a gentle dash, made his way towards the house he had been looking for. Slowly, the husky made his way up to the window and lay under it, perking his ears to listen to all the different sounds around him.
