Authors Note:

Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo, however my OC belongs to me and I would appreciate no copying. Many thanks to PastaRainbows because without her I would not have posted. So please check out her story's too.

The first chapter won't be updated for a while. I just wanted to put this out and see if anyone believes that I should continue please say so. I will accept comments on Grammar and setting out (A skill that I lack), so if you see a mistake I will fix it as soon as I can.

I will not force anyone to watch the Anime but I will be adding a few "Filler" chapters in when I haven't updated in a while which I have mostly already got written out. So if you don't mind please check out

- Zanpakutou Ark, anime season 12

- Mod Soul Ark (I think that's what it's called)

- Bleach Movie, Fade to Black

I am not forcing you to watch these seasons but I do recommend that you do.

And so it begins...

( Thousandth Wolf Constellation )

Confusion

Hatred, darkness and a cold so chilling, it was if my blood had begun to freeze. That's the first thing I remember. I felt sick to my bones, my vision was cloudy. Hate. I hate you. Let. Me. Gain. Control. I am the ruler! You. Are. Weak! They were the thoughts reverberating through my skull. But they were not my thoughts.

A wave of nausea washed over me as I fell backwards and just kept falling… and falling… and falling. It was a strange sensation; I felt as if someone had pushed me hard in the chest, making me topple backwards, but my body remained stiff, my muscles tense and still. I could feel the freezing cold rain pounding on my body, slowly making me numb. I could feel the brutally strong winds making my hair whip my face and the wet, slowly freezing grass beneath me. But none of that mattered, all I could see was never ending darkness and the world tilting at angles that shouldn't have been possible. If I had been more aware, I would have felt the excruciating pain of the deep claw marks that marred my stomach, causing my blood to pool around me. I would have enough mind to realise that I was, in fact, dying. But I wasn't aware and I was so very, very tired.

As I lay there, my body and senses relaxed, eyelids drooping down, and waited for the death I had not yet realised was coming, another foreign thought made its way into my head. Protect. Remember. To. Protect.It was like someone had opened curtains in my mind, and as light flooded my eyesight and extinguished the darkness that had fallen over them, it was then that I became aware. Aware of the gauges in my body, the rain pounding on my face, aware that I was dying. I latched onto the stray thought of protection and pulled myself back into reality. I battled for my mind against the negative presence that had taken over and inhaled a deep breath as it was pushed down into my subconscious.

As I stumbled to my feet, ignoring the tremendous pain that the wounds in my abdomen caused and the sleet that was flying around me in the tempest, I surveyed the area for some shelter. I tripped and fell several times, scrapping my hand and knees, but found a den amidst a large thicket of rose bushes.

I pushed my way through the thorns, not feeling them bite into my hands and face for they had gone numb with cold a long time ago, into the shaft of the animal den. It was damp and there were leaks here and there, but it was large enough to be comfortable and better than being out in the storm that was raging onwards out in the open. As I closed my eyes, sleep overcoming the need to keep watch for the return of the dens' owner, dark brown eyes met honey gold.

Somewhere, a wolf howled.

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