Rocks and Collars
By AAnnR
AN: I don't own Death Note, nor any of the characters. I only own Oan Avec Ula.
Prologue
I wanted to trust him.
Perhaps that was why I had come to follow him blindly. I know I didn't like him, at first especially after mother died but I soon came to realize that he was all I had left. It was hard to pull away from your father, my only link to my life. In fact, it was hard to anything at all without him. I had to work my way around him and with him, just like maneuvering around a sleeping lion. Except this lion was in a cage, with guns.
Very dangerous.
"You!" He had awoken. "Time to go." I stood after he did (one of the rules, never stand before the leader) and followed him.
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I often found myself following him. I played an active part of every moment of his life; whether indirectly or conclusively, I was always there. Watching, waiting, being. I, personally, was a give-give situation. I looked after him-I worked for him. It was the way it was. The only time I ever left his side was the moment of transaction, when my father would talk to the client. He would leave me a block from where he was supposed to meet with his client, give specific instructions on what to do (gather equipment, pretend to eat, pretend to shop, etc.) and meet up with me within the allotted time. If he was late, at all (even by a minute), I would leave without him and move myself to a nearby hotel. He always found me.
I asked about this one time, how he could always found me so quickly. He replied, "You emit a beautiful smell sweetheart. I always know where you are." Then he would tuck me into bed, turn off the lights and leave for work. He would always be back by lunch the next day and we would quickly relocate somewhere else.
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Our favorite place of seclusion was the forest.
The woods was a marvelous place, even to someone as dismal and somber as me. I could see the beauty carved and etched into every living creature and inanimate object. Even when my father chose to kill a deer I found the scarlet blood against the color of the fur all the more amazing. All the more vivid. It was like we belonged there; to live within the living.
I always thought it was my instinct that caused this reaction.
My mouth always seemed to water more when father brought home fresh meat versus processed meat. Moose was my favorite. When my father brought home a kill we always cleaned it together. He taught me to skin and prepare the meat. He never taught me to cook, always shooing me away from the fire/stove. I thought it was because my mother had died of a cooking accident. Or maybe he didn't want me to leave him.
I couldn't leave the pack, not without his consent. Besides, from what I know, there is no more of our kind left in the world. Humans stay with humans. Dogs stay with dogs. Wolves stay with wolves. It was the way of the world. It was the balance between ying and yang.
However, our kind disrupted that balance when we were created. My father would refute to me the reason we came to be:
One day, many moon cycles ago - before the time of the Great One - there was a wolf name Kohal. He was the leader of the Bear Cave Central Cold pack that was once located somewhere in the lower region of Alaska. It was a pack of considerable size; one that rivaled the once small population of humanity.
Humans and wolves were once bitter enemies. They hunted each other for food and constantly fought each other for territory.
However Kohal was tired of the fighting. He approached the humans in an attempt to end the suffering, but in return the foolish humans attacked him. Kohal ran away, rather injured. After traveling many miles, Kohal finally collapsed. To his unknown great fortune there was a small village nearby. One of the inhabitants happened to see the powerful wolf fall and decided to help.
When the wolf awoke, he found that he was bandaged and well. Searching his surroundings he found a breath taking woman. She introduced herself as Treahal. They became quick friends. She tended to Kohal every day until he was well. After he left her care Kohal often came back to visit. Weeks turned into months and months into years. During this time, as many females and males do, the two souls fell in love. Knowing that their love would never be understood, the wolf and human eloped.
Their children were the first of our race. Wolves called us DayHowlers. Humans called us Werewolves.