Chapter 1: Dreaming
Dark. There is no other word for it. You can't see your hand in front of you face. There is that feeling of being alone. But at the same time, you're not. To this it is the point of living or dying. Sound and feeling you have to make out. In a world where there is no light.
A distance growl came through the darkness.
The sunburned eyes of a boy look to where the sound came from. Nothing.
He knew his breathing work, but for how much longer, before he would be his ancestors.
But he dared himself to speak.
"Hello . . . "
The growl came again, closer this time. A faint glow of yellowish-green tinted eyes bound themselves to the boy's. Neither blink nor moved.
This thing before him, lit a small taper not far from the boy. He could then make out a black coat of fur, a demon face shadowing out for the light to land on.
A wolf. A very large wolf of black fur and demonic eyes. One ear twitched when it heard the boy gasp as a claw went to touch the boy.
In shock, of something so dangerous, but act so gentle.
It wasn't long until the long snout of the wolf tapped the young boy's. Giving a little rub. A lot like what a puppy would when acting cute.
Out of nowhere, a big tongue came out and licked the dark-skinned face. Who gave a light laugh of the notion. The claws were back and started too wondered the body, even if the boy had just met this beast, he felt so familiar and safe.
It wasn't long until those claws took off the boy's night-clothes. Leaving him bare for the beast to see what was before it. Having its nose started to rub his chest and taking in the boy's smell.
Out of nowhere, the boy raised a hand. Making the beast stop and watch for moment. To only the child staring to pet where a broken ear was as the other twitch from the touch.
"Good boy."
The half-human wolf took that a sign. Moving onto what, it really wanted. And the boy was sure as well. Seeing as if they have already done it. Watching on as the wolf was getting the boy ready for what was to come.
He arch his back when a long nail, wetting from spit enters him. Stretching him. With having his tiny arms hold onto the beast's larger ones. The other hairy arm held the boy close.
"That's good, go on." Was all the boy could say, before the wolf made his last move. Right as the taper went out.
"Max! Wake up! Its breakfast time!"
Max shot up right, his breathing heavy. Sweat covered him. His sheets wet for then one reason.
"Not again." He said to himself.
"Max!"
"Coming mom!" And started to clean up and changed, before leaving the room.