Chapter 1: Wolf of Silver Moon
A lone, hooded figure darts in the dark of the night and its shadows as it seemed to skim the ground silently without a pause. At last, it stopped at a field of flowers on the edge of a forest on a cliff. The figure was not too much in terms of height, being slightly less than 5'5. A large backpack was on its shoulders, carrying all of the person's belongings. Said figure sits down, takes the backpack off, and takes the hood of its cloak off.
A girl, about 15 years of age breathes in the cool, salty sea breeze, short, shoulder-length brown hair flitting and dancing in the gentle winds, brown eyes full of pain and sadness, but no regrets. A wing-shaped clip on her left side of her head kept her bangs from being less of a nuisance than usual. From under the cloak, a long-sleeved blue shirt and calf-length black skirt could be seen.
But this is not who she really is. But only her friends and adoptive parents knew that. In a split second, the girl lost her short brown hair in favor of long, silver hair. A pair of silvery-white ears perched atop her head. A thick, fluffy, white-tipped tail swished back and forth in harmony with the flowers surrounding her. Her eyes, currently but not always a deep sapphire blue, shone with slight agony as she quietly took out some food and nibbled on it. The stars were chips of ice or crystal in the sky and the Moon was a paper-thin crescent. Her eternal companions were up there, each seen in her eyes as drawings rather than dots, and summoned at her whim.
Who is this you ask? The Heaven Wolf, Hoshirou Yatentsuki. The third incarnation of the ruler of the stars, as told from her silvery hair and fur that sparkled with the twilight stardust. She had complete control of the beings in the stars: both of the East and the West. All of them. Only she could kill herself, until the stars or the life of the universe faded away.
What is this? Why is she in the human realm? Simple. She was born here, and is stalling for time to gather what little magical energy she can. This will change soon. She killed her "killer", left on a good note, and disappeared. She glanced at the cloud-veiled moon, letting its dim light glow in her hair, the white flowers around her swayed, and the jasmine , vanilla, and lavender in her scent faint. The sea should be heard, in symphony with crickets and wind, the indigo sky above protecting her. With her eyes calming down into a lighter sea blue and a faint smile on her face, she fell into a gentle slumber.
AN: Short, I know. The next chapter is a long one to compensate. This story is weird and emotional and everything in between, and yes, this is an unorthodox version of a self-insert. I'll try to not make it stupid, as long as you guys read and give me helpful advice. I'm just starting with fanfiction, so flames are not appreciated. That said, I'll see you all later!