A Wolf and a Girl.
Those humans will never understand a wolf's life! We have been hunted and hunted til there are barely any left…
As Rogue ran through the streets of an old town, the people fearing for their lives, their children, some men had gotten out there guns to shoot him down as he ran.
"They'll pay for hunting us" he thought as he lunged and bit into a man's throat, his blood spilling, the women and children screaming. Rogue then felt a sharp pain in his back right leg, then it came to him he'd been shot!
"Why! Why us..?" He half ran, half limped out of the street as fast and careful as possible, dodging every human's sight if he could.
Rogue rounded a corner and lay in the shadows nursing to his wound. He lifted his head in a swift motion when he heard a noise – like footsteps more or less.
He stared into the darkness as a young girl stepped out and walked cautiously towards him.
Rogue snarled, baring his fangs but the girl came closer – she held something…a red container full of…cream coloured materials.. "I don't mean harm…I want to help you."
The girl had a soft, velvet-like voice. She then proceeded to dress his wounds and bandage him and he stopped his snarling and baring his deadly fangs.
He stared quietly, slightly flinching as she touched his wound to grab out the bullet from its place in his back right thigh.
He used his wolf telepathic abilities to talk to her. "You aren't attacking me, your helping. Why? What have you got to gain by helping me?" He cautiously asked. "I believe all animals deserve to live over humans. Especially the ones who've been hunted."
She looked at him surprised at his ability to speak with the mind, her eyes showing comfort and an eagerness to help him get up on his feet. "Do you have a name?" She asked a bit relaxed more now. "Yeah, name's Rogue…what's yours?" "My name is Amber" She smiled as she finished her work on the injured Rogue.
Please R&R as it is my first story/chapter :)