*Note: This is the first Fanfic I have ever written, so apologies for any mistakes made. Comments, critiques, responses appreciated.
Disclaimer: I(Ookakiba) do not own the rights to Wolf's Rain, but I do own the rights to the characters located in this story.
Prologue:
"I remember the last time it rained, a time when things were peaceful, and a time where things…use to be happy. The heavenly drops of water striking the ground we stand on, the moisture cooling the temperature, and the sound of the falling drops soothing mind, body, and soul. Sometimes, it can put you to sleep. I recall the scent of the lunar flower, that sacred beautiful, white flower. The flower that bloomed gracefully during the time of peace and tranquility, where we could live together, play, sleep, and eat without disturbances. A life where there use to be plenty of food, friendly environment, and equality among each other. Those were days that we cherish, and those are the days that we use to live in. Now…those days are nothing, but a memory."
A white flower, with a brown-green stem, swayed right to left as it floated parallel towards the ground. Hitting the puddle with a soft touch, the water below rippled softly. Brown crunchy leaves fell from the trees above; the naked branches reaching out towards the dark sky. The white flower rose from the water, locked in chamber of sharp white teeth. A head turned towards the north, distant cries of pain, sorrow, and despair. The sounds of mourning echoed through the lifeless trees; no rain falling for the fallen. Four dark gray paws took off simultaneously to the west. The grass was no longer green, the birds no longer chirped, and the smell of blood and flames seemed to be everywhere.
The world that used to be peaceful had now been engulfed in chaos. Friends were foes, brothers and sisters were no longer siblings, and bonds that would have never been thought possible, now seemed unbreakable. The people who were once trusted, now turned against those who trusted them. The flowers that once stood blooming in the warm rays of the sun, and the cold drops of the rain, were now scattered dead leaves on the floor. It truly was the end of days.