On a dark, starry night…look to the moon. Call to the moon and ask for its light to guide you threw the dark. Let the fresh, crisp air enter your lungs as the wind blows gently through a pelt so thick, that it shall be made for winter. Let the spirit's of the earth give you life and water, let the earth give you a place to sleep, let the earth give you a place to finally rest. As the wild calls our names, howls to our kind and beckoning to us; let the moon guide us as we walk the night and walk among the light. Let us see threw the dark, as our yellow and green eyes shall gleam in the darkest shadow and provide us with the light that shall guide us to our freedom. Along with our eyes the moon shall guide us, give us the light we need to see. Feel the gentle wind blow threw our thick pelts once more and tonight we shall run as one with the wild, with the night, with the moon high above our heads…with the stars in the sky that shall tell us of our ancestors, tell us of ancient stories never spoken by the lips of a wolf.

Word's like that inspired me when I was a young pup that was learning how to hunt. Our pack lived high in the mountains where we were safe from the humans, and safe from those horrid creatures called "Metal Heads." My pack was full of fortune tellers, story tellers, and sight seers of all alike. We wolves lived in harmony and peace, we caused no trouble to anyone nor did we bother the humans. If they bothered us…we'd bother them. At least, that was the theory of most wolves that lived high in the mountains.

My pack on the other hand did not believe in that theory, no we hated it! If we were bothered by humans we'd run from them…run as far as we could. Other wolf packs looked down at us, and call us cowards for doing such things. But we looked down on them actually, they were foolish enough to chase the humans and risk putting us wolves in danger. We thought of them as idiots, we knew the ways of the humans. In fact we were humans; we knew how the humans hunted for food, how they treated wolves, and how they dealt with bad situations. Such situations as being chased by a large, male wolf; our pack was full of people who were given a power by the precursors.

We had heard many stories about the old precursors and how they were two foot tall Ottsels. My father, the Dragga of the pack, used to study these furry creatures and artifacts that he would come across. At the time I was five years old and would stay at home with my mother, my mother, the Drappa, would talk about wolves and all the old tales her mother used to tell her when she was my age. I and mother were both fascinated with wolves; we would do anything to see a large pack of wolves one day. On a hot summer day my father had come home from research, he had told us news about a temple he had discovered in a cave. It was an ancient precursor city that was still standing. He said he was going to take us with him to study it, and he would teach me a thing or two about the precursors, and tell me a few theories about how they made the world, and how they made eco.

The next day we were heading to the old temple and there…we had become wolves. The precursors had given us the gift of hiding in the shadows, to hunt at night, and…to call to them if we ever needed them. But my father did not wish to become a wolf; he wanted to continue his studies and try to learn all he could about the planet. The precursors had made an exception so they had given him and the rest of us the power to also take our human form.

Ever since we had come to love our wolf forms and soon abandoned our old home, and fled to the mountains. There we had lived in harmony with other wolves and have fed on the free game that lived up there as well. We learned about the Metal Heads when one of our pack members were killed and devoured by a group of them. We had fear of the Metal Heads and soon…the humans that lived down in Haven City.

Our pack was large and lived happily; my father was a large handsome black wolf while my mother was a beautiful grey wolf with bright yellow eyes. I on the other hand was a pure white wolf with dark, yellow eyes and was a strong she-wolf that lived among our pack. But one day on a cold winter night, a blizzard began to stir. We were out hunting and we had cornered an old buck and my father was about to go in for the kill, I was with him and I was nipping at its hinds. Suddenly we heard a large crashing sound high above us, and all I could remember…was being buried in a large pile of snow. When I woke up I was sticking out of the snow, and could smell something fresh in the air. I felt something soft brush against my nose and finally…I woke up. I opened my eyes slowly and saw a short, green man looking at me. He had green skin, a log in his thick bushy hair, and wore glasses. They made one eye look bigger than the other, and he was stroking my head. I felt weak and too tired to move, so I just let him touch my thick coat. "By the precursors…" I heard the man say and I let out a small whimper; I opened my mouth to speak…but I remembered that I was in my wolf form still, I couldn't' talk. So I let out a small growl and began to pull myself out of the snow. The man chuckled and stopped me "hold on there little fella you're buried in that snow pretty deep," but I ignored him and continued to dig myself out. In a matter of minutes I was out of the thick, white snow and looked at the man with my deep yellow eyes. He only smiled at me and patted my back and said "well…you're a tough one. You better stay here in the forest who knows what the Barron might do if he finds you," I only looked at the man and nodded my head.

The man soon walked off and that was the last time I have ever saw him. I only had spent a week in the forest, I had just discovered. Food was a bit scarce and I couldn't live there anymore. I had discovered that Metal Heads were invading the forest and I had to flee. But I had no where to go. So I stayed in my wolf form and I was forced to feed off of the Metal Heads. Some were big and some were small, but I had an advantage if I tackled them into the water. There I would bite into their necks and suffocate them with water and strangle them at the same time. But their meat was sickening and tasted rotten. Every time I ate off of Metal Head I'd end up making myself sick, I was miserable living there. I missed my pack, my family…my parents.

I soon started to question myself about living like this, how long would I last? What should I do? I had to leave this place. One day I took on my human form for the first time in fourteen years, I walked to what I thought was the entrance of the forest and there I walked threw the doors to my new life. There I had forgotten everything and left every last thing I ever held dear to me behind. I stood in a chamber and looked around. Cold air whipped around me and I noticed I was standing there nude.

I looked down at myself; I couldn't go out there like this! I had to cover myself some how. I looked around the chamber and for some odd reason…I found clothes! Sitting there neatly folded in a pile waiting for me. I walked over to them and I began to put them on, they felt clean and fresh like they were just brought to me. I was wearing a white tank top, a pair of skinny like pants, and a pair of boots that had metal around the rims of them (I'm doing the best I can to describe the boots that everyone in Jak3 and Jak2 wear okay?! D:). There I walked out of the chamber as a rush of warm air blew in my face, and walked down a ramp and looked around. I saw people, weird floating cars, and large plants that I guessed these people used as crops. I began to walk slowly and look around and spinning around in circles looking at all the different sites. Suddenly I ran into someone and fell down; I looked up at the person and glared at them as hard as I could. The person glared back and said "watch where you're going!" He growled. I looked at his facial features and he had tattoo's covering his entire face, blue eyes that were unforgiving, and his hair was up in mahogany dread locks. I growled at the man and stood up; I walked away and mumbled "sorry."

Two years have gone by since then and my life has been rough, I haven't been in my wolf form for a while. I only use it for certain situations, I found out all that Metal Head meat had infected me with dark eco, and I was working for a guy named Krew. He was giant fat lard who would float around every where in this…plat form that supported his weight. Sometimes I wondered how he even got out the front door. Our hide out was his bar called The Hip Hog Haven or something. He was also working with a group called the Underground and with Barron Praxis. Sometimes I missed living high in the mountains with my old pack, how we would hunt together, how we cornered our prey and took it down. Those were the days, but now my veins were consumed with dark eco which…improved my strength and power.

I sat at the bar with a bottle of beer in my hand and listened to the music playing in the background. People were sitting in the bar as I sat in a booth by myself. I took a swig of my drink and my lips caressed the rim, as the bitter drink poured into my mouth. I looked around the bar and saw Krew floating above them all, talking to the customer's, and to Sig. He was my partner; he had a long and large gun at his side, me and Sig were partners and did most of our work together. He looked over at me and winked; I only grinned at him and took another swig of my drink. I heard Krew flying over to me and took one last gulp of my beer before looking up at him, I asked "what is it now Krew? You need more food?" I taunted him and heard him growl at me. "Larka I need you to make a delivery to the Underground for me, and make it quick!" I looked up at the fat man and glared.

I only nodded my head and chugged what was left of my beer and left the empty bottle on the table, I stepped out of my booth and walked towards the door. I walked out of the disgusting bar and headed towards an ally where I kept my ride; once I turned the corner I saw the package already in my car…Sig. I should guess that he put there, I only smiled a little bit at the fact that Sig would be nice enough to do that…I guess. I walked over to my floating car, and crawled into the driver's seat. I looked at the other seat where there were empty cans, beer bottles, and candy wrappers. Under all that garbage, I saw a little, fuzzy blue ball sleeping in the chair next to me, the package brushing against the blue fur. I turned on the motor and turned the car around; soon I was driving out of the dark, damp ally and out into traffic. I drove slowly not wanting to wake the little blue ball and then, I began to speed up and the blue fuzz fell off the seat making a loud squeak. "Jesus man, I was sleeping here! What's the big idea?!" The ball yelled at me. I only chuckled and said "get up Buru, we're making a delivery to the Underground or something" the blue ball crawled back on top of the seat again; Buru was a nickname I had given the creature. It looked up at me "jeez Larka…do ya have to make me fall off the seat every time I sleep in this thing?"

I only chuckled at my friend. She was a blue Ottsel I had found on the same day I came to Haven City; we had the same story…almost. She had seen the precursors and they happened to turned her into a cute, little Ottsel. Why was she blue? We both don't know, she's guessing it's because her hair's naturally blue. She had a long, thick lock of hair covering her right eye and she had these bomb ass blue eyes that I wish I had. My eyes were just a light green, Buru crawled on top of the package and tapped the top of it "so…what is it?" I shrugged my shoulders "how am I supposed to know, Miku? Krew just told me to make a delivery to these guys." Buru, or Miku, crawled off of the box, and crawled into my lap. "Larka…can I ask you a question?" I looked down at her for a second and said "what is it, Miku?" The blue Ottsel tried to rub the crinkles out of my new pants. They were black and I was wearing two belts, they were long and the leather straps dangled at my sides. Usually when ever I walked or it was a windy day they'd whip at my thigh, and my top was the same white tank top. The pants I had before the old and annoying, too many pockets. I also had the same boots as before; I guess I kind of liked them. "Are we…connected to the Precursors?" I continued to drive and think of a response to her question "Miku…I'm not totally sure. We both saw them, we both got changed by them, and we both ended up with each other. We're like best friends now, you're like the sister I've always wanted…maybe this is just destiny, maybe we were destined to be like this…you know?" Miku crawled up onto my shoulder and sat there and nodded her head "I think so…thanks Larka."

After driving threw all the traffic and flying past Krimson Guards we had finally made it to a back ally; I grabbed the packaged with Miku still on my shoulder. "Hello? Is this where the Underground is?" I called out and received no answer. I stood there and looked around and with my senses I stuck my nose in the air; I sniffed it looking for a trace of any human activity. I caught a scent, but it smelled kind of faint, like the person had left a few minutes ago. I lowered my head and called out again "yeah is anyone here? I have a package for the Underground, for someone named" –I looked down at the box "for someone named Torn. Is he here?" I said in a bored tone, I really didn't want to be here. I just wanted to go home and relax, maybe listen to some music and sleep.

I just stood there for a second and said "what ever…I'll just leave the package here. Maybe someone will pick it up later" I put the package down and Miku jumped off of my shoulder, with her at my side I turned around and jumped. There I saw a man with blue eyes, a hard jaw, and his hair put into thick, mahogany dread locks, and had tattoos all over his face. My anger flared and I said "Jesus Christ…" I huffed and suddenly the man spoke in a raspy voice "who the hell are you? And what's in that package?" I only stared at him and memorized his features, "look it's a delivery from Krew alright? And why should I tell you my name? I don't think I have to share that information with someone as rude as you!" I growled at him. He glared down at me and said "fine…I also have a little package for that monster as well. It's some ore eco, think you can deliver it with out causing any tragedies?" I nodded my head, and felt Miku crawling up my back and sat on my shoulder. "So where's this package?" She asked him sounding as annoyed as I was. I saw him glaring at her too, he looked back at me "just wait here, I'll get you the package and you can be on your way." I watched him walk past me and stood there thinking, that man seemed so familiar; where had I seen him before? Maybe it was nothing, maybe he was just a guy I saw back at the bar. A few seconds he came back holding a little brown package in his hand. He shoved it in my hands and said "take good care of that stuff, it's hard to get."

I nodded my head and walked back to my zoomer with Buru still on top of my shoulder. Once in our ride I put the package in my lap and we both drove off. Back at the bar I gave Krew his delivery and made my way back to my old booth. I worn out seat creaked and groaned as I moved around in it, just a little longer and I could go home for the rest of the day…or night, it depends. I was growing bored just sitting there and Miku was sitting against me and she happened to fall asleep. I yawned and looked around the bar, I saw nothing interesting…as usual. But something had caught my eye, it was a man and he was sitting alone in a booth, it was the man I saw earlier today. I looked at him for a second and turned my attention to Miku. She twitched in her sleep as her long, thick lock of blue hair rested against my thigh.

I leaned back in my seat when I heard someone walking over to my booth; I tilted my head to the side a bit and looked at the person in the corner of my eye. It was Sig, my favorite partner; I smirked and said "hey Sig, what's up?" He replied and said "oh nothin' I just another mission for you from, Krew. He wants us to go to the pumping station, and get him some Metal Heads. Are you up for it?" He leaned closer to me "I would do it alone, but…I know you have some special abilities. Think you can help out a Wastelander?" I nodded my head and scooped up, Miku.

I held her in my arms like an infant child, I and Sig began to walk towards the exit until Krew cut in between us. "Larka, I need you to go to the gun course, I have a little gift for you waiting over there" a small sound escaped his throat; I think it was a chuckle, Miku began to stir in her sleep and finally she awoke. She looked up at Krew and gave him a dirty look "oh look, its donut hole. Floating around as usual I see?" Krew ignored her and flew away from us. "After we're done we'll do a little shopping for you" Miku chirped "shopping?! For what, I don't need anything!" I chuckled at her "a friend of mine is going to pamper you, give you a touch up or two." She said crawling on top of my shoulder and started playing with my hair "hey, Larka…have you ever noticed that your hair is getting darker, everyday? I mean, it look's pretty! It's like a black color." You know, I never really paid much attention to my hair, I didn't know it was turning a black color until now. Maybe I should get it done…I guess, we walked out of the bar and off to the gun course we went. "Woo that was fun! Krew should give us new guns like this now and then, when did he decide you could get a weapon?" I held a brand new pea shooter in my hands as we walked out of the course; it was shiny and smelled so new. But during the whole course I couldn't stop thinking about that guy. Something about him seemed so familiar...why? I only thought of him as a normal person is all, just another guy that's part of The Underground. Nothing special what so ever, but him…he seemed so familiar. He almost reminded me of…myself in a way. Why did he remind me of myself? The way he acted to me today just reminded me of something…maybe not myself, but of someone in the past. His scent wasn't familiar…oh well; he must've been in the bar before, maybe that's why I recognize him.

"Hey Larka…" I heard Miku say, I looked at her in the corner of my eye as I started walking back to our apartment "what is it, Miku?" I replied, "Tomorrow…can I maybe…tease your hair?" I looked up at her a bit confused "tease? How do you know how to tease hair?" I asked her. "Oh well, when I used to be human I always wanted to be a beautician, and I loved to style my hair differently everyday; I always wanted to tease your hair. It's pretty long, soft, and it look's pretty healthy. How many times a year do you get it done, Larka?" That was a good question…how many times have I had it cut. "I'd have to say, maybe…once every two months? I don't let them do much, just cut off all the split ends, style it a little bit. I like my hair long" I replied and looked at the thick lock of hair; Buru had "do you style your…lock of hair?" I asked.

Miku nodded her head and told me she put a clip in it now and then. That was…a bit of a shocker, I never really saw her do her hair but oh well, I wanted to go home. "Miku…I'm tired, let's go home?" She nodded her head and gave me a big yawn. We walked back to our apartment and the man from earlier today appeared into my head again, and the hole way back I thought about him.