Unwanted Recognization
Prologue
He was in the woods. It was dark, there was no moon out.
He was in sun-folk celebration garb. Bare foot with a black silk loin clothe and gold bracelets on his ankles.
He heard a growl behind him. Red eyes gleamed through the branches. The eyes glared and growled at him.
Wolves!
He leapt up from the ground and threw himself heedlessly into the woods. He ran and ran. He kept running as he was picked by barbs, tripped by roots and grabbed by branches.
A head of him was a root too big for him to jump over. A snap at his heels made him take off any way.
He made it, but fell, he landed on his stomach.
By the time he had his breath back the wolves were around him. They started to close in.
The wolves paused as one and looked up.
He followed their gazes and saw a She-Wolf, part wolf: part elf. Like Timmorn, Yellow-Eyes, she had patches of red fur and eyes of flame. She stood on a root above him, glaring.
She turned away and the wolves closed.
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Suntop sat up on his bed.
He was still in the Sun village. He still sat on his ground-cushion. His Aunt ShenShen was still asleep with her Lovemate in the other room.
The Dreams, The visions were getting worse.
Every night wolves, woods, and the She-Wolf appeared to him. Some times she would except him, some times she would reject him.
But never before had the rejection killed him. It would cause sorrow and pain -violence- but not death, never death.
Not Until now.
Something was going to happen…
Soon.
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She walked silently through the woods, the wolves had gone out without her tonight. They had found something in the woods, again.
When she found them, they were closing on their prey. When they caught her sent they stopped and stood aside, to let her see.
She stood over a boy.
He laid there, his golden hair casting around him like a halo, his bronzed skin gleaming like the Day Star against the dirt.
He looked up at her, wide eyed and panting. He was scared. Her oh-so-attuned wolf senses told her that.
She, daughter of Redwolf, stared at him in disgust. You never show fear during a hunt. It was worse than showing throat, and almost as dangerous.
She could see his fear. She could smell it and taste it. He was no hunter, but then why would he be in the woods? Especially at night?
He was a fool. That was all.
She glared and turned away. If he didn't have the sense to bring a weapon with him in to the dark forest he would die soon anyway.
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She woke up panting. She looked around her.
She still laying in her cave, on the edge of the human camp. Her Lovemate was under the Furs, beside her, with his arm around her.
She felt him shift. He leaned up on one elbow and looked at her.
"F'r-sorm." He said drowsily. "Is al' ri't?"
She rolled over and pulled him back down to the furs.
"Yes. Yes. All is Right." She let him settle him face at the hollow of her neck.
He quickly fell asleep as she laid there, rubbing his back in slow circles.
He didn't know about the dreams, and he never would. They were her curse, she would handle them.
I don't have an exact plot laid down for this but I think you can see where its going. If not all will be clear soon.
If you have any suggestions, any at all. How to improve. A story line you'd like me to throw in. Just your thoughts. Let me know.
If any thing has you confused. If you have criticism. If you have praise. All is welcome.
I would also appreciate title or name suggestion….Tell me if you're catching on ;}
Seeker, Thistle, Heartsong and Firestorm are my characters. All others belong to the creative genius of Richard and Wendi Pini.
