Silvestre:
I can smell it. I can taste it. I can feel it coursing through my veins. Hell. This is what I feel. My contract with hell. I am a demon. I need a soul. My hunger pains me more than the fire I walk through. I want to leave. My demon name, Ultionem Dulcisest. Which means Revenge is Sweet in Latin. My masters call me Silvestre meaning wild. Now I walk through the human world in my demon animal form; a white wolf. An open wound is bleeding from my side and the surrounding pure white fur is caked with blood. Females wear long intricate dresses while the men wear suits with tailcoats and tall hats. The human world has changed. It always changes. Hell doesn't. Hell never changes. There is no heaven. Heaven is just like hell, only white. Are clouds ever truly white? Sunsets are stained red from the blood of thousands of slaughtered souls. Sunrises are orange representing the ignorance and defeat of the souls that will be tortured and rendered from their innocence. Demons do not waste the innocence and hate of a human soul, we devour it. Angels burn and destroy... I stop and see a male aged 20 years in the market. He is wearing tattered clothes that look as if he worked in a mine. Longer short black hair covers his ears, pale white skin, he's tall and has a slender frame, but his eyes...his eyes are the deepest blue. I cannot stand the pain from this wound I bear, slowly I collapse onto the ground. But before I do, I see this boy walk over to me...
Sebastian:
The market is very busy today. Walking through just to watch people. They bicker, they yell. I have picked up the few essential items I needed; two chickens, one duck, a bag of salt, and culinary tools. I am now a traveler. I travel alone after I was forced to be alone. I glance around to see a big white wolf looking at me...as if judging me as an actual being. Nobody seems to notice the wolf with the commotion of everyday life screaming at them from every direction. I look again at the wolf and it falls. I have liked animals but I never get too attached since I travel. But this wolf needs help, I don't think it would collapse out of joy. I run over.
Silvestre:
My hunger tortures me inside out. I am hot..too hot. I am covered by a wool blanket next to a fire. From what it looks like I am in an alleyway. Across the fire I can make out a figure leaning against the wall. I need to get up. I leapt over the fire, the heat on my paws felt like I was walking through hell, again. It was the boy in the market. I stood directly in front of him, his outstretched legs beneath me. I put my muzzle as close to his face with out touching and grumbled a deep growl. Now he's awake..
Sebastian:
"Whoa!" This wolf was an inch from my face. She wasn't snarling but it really isn't the ideal way to be woken up. This wolf's eyes were red...a bright red...like blood red. It reminded me of the blood my house was bathed in when I got home... Nevermind that! I have a wolf in my face. I realized I couldn't move anywhere...and I think she realized it too when she backed off and sat beside me. Checking my pocket watch, it was 2 in the morning. Too late to start traveling, so I gave the wolf a piece of chicken and fell asleep again.
Silvestre:
He gave me a piece of chicken. Not wanting to eat it, I put it back in the pot when he fell asleep. My energy is draining being in my animal form... In order to save what little energy I have left I felt my body shift into my human form. I now have the appearance of a 25 year old female. My blonde hair reaches my lower back and my eyes shine a crimson red with long black lashes that are heavy on my weak eyelids. Being tall for a woman i reach the height of 5'8 and I have an hourglass figure. I am wearing only a corset and panties, so I am extremely cold. Not having the energy to move to my previous spot, I decide to wrap this boys arms around me so we can share body heat while I am covered by his blanket. He immediately and unknowingly obliges to my actions by hugging onto me...I feel myself drifting to sleep...