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I knew this would be the end; the mystical gates to Paradise were going to be forced open on this terrible night. The full blood red moon watched over us wolves but instead of healing us and giving us it's comfort, it's crimson colour unnerved us and signalled the end of the journey we had been on for so long.

It had been snowing; that dreadful night when Darcia had opened paradise and the rest of the world had come to an end. I can still hear the snow being hurled down onto the barren soil by the howling wind, making the empty field around me sound like I was in the middle of a ferocious thunder storm.

The howling wind was soon accompanied by several other howls that came from wolves crying for their fallen pack members and dear friends. I feared that the only howls I would hear tonight would be those of sadness and sorrow.

I strained my black ears as I ran so that I could follow the howls into the black and white nothingness that was created by the snow and matt darkness only penetrated by our blood moon.

It wasn't long before I found Toboe lying, in his wolf form over the old man, Quint's body. Both wolf and human's bodies marred by bullet wounds that had come from Darcia's gun of hate of the bitter sweet love he had lost. I threw up my head and howled for my young friend, tears streaking into my already snow soaked black and white fur.

I stayed for as long as I could, praying to Paradise that Toboe would be granted entrance to its forbidden mythical gates before moving on hoping that I would not be forced to howl for a fallen friend again tonight. But I soon found Blue and Hige fallen as well, both died by each other's side, as the lovers that they were meant to be. I howled again, prayed for them as well and then I ran on, fearing what I was destined to find.

I ran as fast as I could, up the crude, stony mountain until I would reach the peak that was said to hold the gates to Paradise.

But I didn't get that far, for when I came to a flat, hard, stone platform; my heart seemed to cease its mad, frantic beating. The wind still roared, beating against the rocks while the snow gave me both a physical and emotional lashing. There, on that hard, cold surface, lay Tsume, whimpering even though he was the toughest wolf I knew. It seemed that even he had been beaten. My eyes never moved away from him and everything else became a blur of black and white, my ears seemed to block everything out and I just heard his pain filled whimpers and the only other presence I felt at that moment was not Paradise, not the presence of the blood filled moon but his presence that was now shattered.

I ran up the great grey wolf's body, I ran up to Tsume, and I lay there by him in the cold, wet snow until he died and only then did I finally think about Paradise again as I began running again to go and help Kiba reclaim the sacred place that had taken Tsume and all my friends away from me.


A/N: Ahh here's a little something I wrote a while ago, have fun though I won't be continuing it, though please review, I want to know what you think of my writing.