Alright, the title isn't all that original, but it's fitting. Here
is my interpretation of San's life before Ashitaka walked in. This first
chapter is short, but I like 'em short. If I get the feeling I'm trying to
create I'm happy. Now I'm sure a screwed up with this because I haven't
seen the movie in a year, but you can all shoot me in a review post x.x
Copy Write: I do not own any of these characters. They are all property of the wonderful Miyazaki-san who deserves to be worshipped like the forest god himself. His animation style and his original ideas are captivating and if there is any work of his you have not seen I command you to go out and watch it now. .With the exception of Lupin III, that is. You have my permission to never have to sit through that horrible piece of work. He was young and a fool. We can forgive him. Right?
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The day had started just as every other had. The sun rose to captivate all viewers in a brilliant display of color, one which the Goddess was witness to everyday. She lay upon her stomach, paws stretched out in front of her, listening to the lone howl of the nights wind as it disappeared with the rising of the sun. Today would be yet another day of fighting those wretched mortals called humans. For years the forest had been at war with the bloody things. It was sad to think of them having any power over a God at all, for as meaningless to the world they would be if they sat in sheer peace and quiet, they decided to use their existence to destroy the forests, thereby destroying all within it. The great wolf could not remember a time when Gods hadn't been fighting humans for the sake of the forest, but she knew that there had been a safe coexistence once, though very long ago.
As the blazing sun had cleared itself of the mountains and trees, now a genuine part of the sky, she shook away thoughts of those which she despised more than anything. It had been humans that had always made themselves to act more like pigs than the boars themselves, who sometimes equally disgusted her. Of course she had a bit of respect for them when it came down to it. There were a few who had lived quite a few more years than her, such as Okkoto, though she had little care as to what happened to him. He had grown blind, she knew, and with the loss of his sight came the loss of his brain. He wanted to strike now, but she was well aware they weren't ready. Nago was probably the only sane boar God left among them.
Nago. He was a powerful God indeed, but was he strong enough to fight against the evil of the iron that the humans were forging at that moment whilst she thought? No doubt he wasn't. Still, he was never as blood thirsty as the other boar Gods, and quite frankly, not as stupid. He was truly the only one of them she had any respect for, and even at that she did not have concern for whether he died anytime soon or not. The wolves had entirely different views than the boars, but only Nago seemed able to see past that difference and include them within plans of raging against the human. Every other God probably thought they were strong enough without the help of others. None of them probably even thought to think for a moment of the countless amount of blood that had been spilled by human weapons.
She stood up, backing away from the ledge which she sat upon. She no longer wished to dwell upon the subject of such warfare. She didn't wish to think about any of the damage the stinking humans had brought to the wolves. Most of the pack was killed, the less valiant ones fled to other forests. The war that had been raging on for so long only brought torment towards her. It had killed off many which she had gotten close to, including the father of her two pups. Only they remained, of all the great wolves that had once roamed the forest.
The wolf needed to clear her mind. She had too long been sitting there doing nothing other than reflecting. It was bad of her, for one day, she might get into trouble for it again. Deep thought only lead to distraction, and if you were distracted in what you were doing you might suffer to no avail. She had had to learn this the hard way.
The white Goddess quickly shook away all thoughts from her head and let the forest environment take over. She bound down the cliff side with ease that was unmatched, knowing of every crack and foothold within these walls by now. Even though her size was gigantic, she amazingly caused no disturbance as she made her way down. Not even the tiniest pebble fell earthbound. Thinking that there had ever been a time when she had been a clumsy pup seemed unreasonable and a horrible accusation to make.
As she made her way down, one of her two sons peaked his head out of the den, looking down to where his mother was leaping from, his eyes following her movements. Baffled by her decision to get out so early, he sent out two sharp barks to signal that he was awake and curious. The mother was not surprised by the sudden noise upon the silent dawn. She stopped for a moment in her tracks and looked up towards the den so high above. "Get some more rest, my son. I am only going out for a walk through the forest. I can take care of myself if anything happens." He was convinced, and went back further into the cave that was their home.
The moment she landed she could smell something, something that made her fur prick and her blood rush with eagerness to attack. Funny that she hadn't smelled it until now. It was still weak though. She couldn't be THAT old, could she? Still, a scent continued to cloud her nostrils, the heavy air remaining there until a shift in the wind had been made, though it was not nearly strong enough to brush away what she smelled. She no longer wished to remain standing there, her blood surging with readiness for battle. The scent coursed through her, and would begin to drive her insane if she did nothing about it. There was no doubt about it. Humans were nearby.
She put huge pressure on her hind legs and poised to spring. Her white and glistening teeth shone as she bared them, fully ready to tear their very heads off of their bodies. Her deep introspection had probably made her freak out more so than needed, but she still felt that violence and blood shed were the only answers to her problem. The infestation of humans on her land would not be treated with kindness. After what seemed like ages, she sprung forward.
The white wolf rushed forward at an amazing speed, the wind meeting her coat at a matching pace. Her ruffled fur seemed to lift higher with her, for every bound she made seemed to lift her further up towards the canopy of trees. She had no interest in trees though, for only one smell and one alone haunted her. That wretched human scent that only grew with every leap she took. Strangely enough, as many times as she leapt forward, other than a low and steady growl from her throat, she made no sound whatsoever. At one point she even leapt on top of a fallen tree and it did not splinter. She had been moving so fast that the earth showed no sign of her having been there at all. This was truly the work of a God.
Then, everything stopped. All of the dashing, running, hurtling and anger had just stopped. The very air seemed to hang still as the power Goddess stood staring at the kill she had been so intent upon finding and then destroying. The humans she was hunting, a man and a woman, stood in shock, the female clutching onto an infant. Not even that seemed to move in her hands. The only thing that was not frozen to the wolf's senses was the river before her.
The stillness was finally unbroken, though not at all happily. Her left paw slid into the crystal clear waters which had hid the scent of them to her when she had been locked deeply in her thoughts. What had they been doing here so early? She trotted towards the couple majestically, looking like a horse pulling a carriage fit only for an Emperor. She was no horse, however.
The woman looked up at her, her eyes only being able to look at her fangs. Oh, how those fangs made her want to scream out, to run away, to get to safety. She would do anything to make sure she got to safety, anything to suppress the feeling of a rabbit being chased away by a dog. "Oh Goddess" the man began, the smell of fear clear on him, "Why do you seek to harm us? Why do you come to us at all? What sins have we committed that we should be killed for?"
The wolf Goddess looked upon them with eyes of hatred, her lust to kill now renewed by their stupidity. "Have not sinned? Why of course you haven't. You only bathed in the rivers of this sacred forest where humans are forbidden. Would you like to convince me of a reason why I should not bite all three of your heads off right now and then feast off the corpses'?"
Panic flashed before their faces, and without another word being said, they ran. However, they left a gift. In her moment of terror, the woman had dropped the baby she had been carrying, letting the poor thing fall into the waters the wolf had just scared them away from. Her eyes looked down her long muzzle at the defenseless little bundle, slightly curious. In all of her years, she had never seen the offspring of humans in their most vulnerable stages. It was slightly cute, she had to admit, cuter than a boar piglet at least. Nothing could surpass the ugliness of a boar babe, the grotesque little things. She thought humans might have, but it appeared not.
And then the little infant did something that the mighty Goddess had expected least of all- it cried. Right there before her very eyes, the baby was crying. Though its screams were muffled by the running water of the long protected river, she had to silence it before it woke those still asleep. It would definitely anger them to see a human slip into their forest with no detection what so ever. But somehow, she decided against crushing it with her gigantic fangs. It would have been the easiest solution, but something seemed to hold her back from doing so. Instead, she reached out her huge muzzle and snuffed, pushing the water that held the baby from oxygen away. It laughed happily as the air flow pushed back its hair, though there hardly was any. It would take some time for even a Goddess as wise as her to see what humor any creature could find in that.
While it was still happy, she reached farther yet for the little thing and grasped its bundle with her teeth. She wasn't quite sure what to do with it yet, but whatever she did in the end, this human would live. The possibility of simply dropping it off near a village did not please her. What if another God came in the night and ate it? Or what if no one found it at all? Nothing she thought of seemed to work in her favor. Then she got into serious thinking. Could she possibly use this to benefit her? Was it at all possible for this mere human to help them gain entrance to the human gates and kill them off more easily? No. This wolf would not stoop to false identity. She would not raise that of human blood just to infiltrate their lairs. It seemed futile.
They were soon approaching her cave where her two sons would be nestled, still sleeping past the dawn. The diminutive human in her jaws did not move, unblinking at the sight of the huge wolf carrying her off to her cave. She had no idea how much trouble she might be in. However, no trouble was in store for the young human, as long as she kept silent. The wolf scaled back up the cliff sides, the den within plain sight. All there was left to do now was to keep the baby until she had an idea of what to do with it. It might help to find out its gender, though. The scent helped none, for it was damp and cold. Once they were in the confinements of the cave she would solve her own mystery.
"However, child," the wolf spoke with a cold sense of curiosity, perfectly clear even though she held the infant in her jaws. "You will need a name. I care not what gender you are, only that you, like all other creatures, godly or demonic, brave or cowardly, deserve a name. And for you, I can only think of one name suitable." As they reached her cave high within the cliffs, she set down the bundle and began to unravel all of the cloth to reveal the fullness of this human, who even now remained perfectly calm, unlike its parents. And now, as her two boys slept, blocking out all sound of the world, she saw that she was in the vicinity of another woman.
"I, Moro, shall name you San. And until I think of something for your existence to accomplish, I shall be your mother." This day had been no normal day.
Copy Write: I do not own any of these characters. They are all property of the wonderful Miyazaki-san who deserves to be worshipped like the forest god himself. His animation style and his original ideas are captivating and if there is any work of his you have not seen I command you to go out and watch it now. .With the exception of Lupin III, that is. You have my permission to never have to sit through that horrible piece of work. He was young and a fool. We can forgive him. Right?
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The day had started just as every other had. The sun rose to captivate all viewers in a brilliant display of color, one which the Goddess was witness to everyday. She lay upon her stomach, paws stretched out in front of her, listening to the lone howl of the nights wind as it disappeared with the rising of the sun. Today would be yet another day of fighting those wretched mortals called humans. For years the forest had been at war with the bloody things. It was sad to think of them having any power over a God at all, for as meaningless to the world they would be if they sat in sheer peace and quiet, they decided to use their existence to destroy the forests, thereby destroying all within it. The great wolf could not remember a time when Gods hadn't been fighting humans for the sake of the forest, but she knew that there had been a safe coexistence once, though very long ago.
As the blazing sun had cleared itself of the mountains and trees, now a genuine part of the sky, she shook away thoughts of those which she despised more than anything. It had been humans that had always made themselves to act more like pigs than the boars themselves, who sometimes equally disgusted her. Of course she had a bit of respect for them when it came down to it. There were a few who had lived quite a few more years than her, such as Okkoto, though she had little care as to what happened to him. He had grown blind, she knew, and with the loss of his sight came the loss of his brain. He wanted to strike now, but she was well aware they weren't ready. Nago was probably the only sane boar God left among them.
Nago. He was a powerful God indeed, but was he strong enough to fight against the evil of the iron that the humans were forging at that moment whilst she thought? No doubt he wasn't. Still, he was never as blood thirsty as the other boar Gods, and quite frankly, not as stupid. He was truly the only one of them she had any respect for, and even at that she did not have concern for whether he died anytime soon or not. The wolves had entirely different views than the boars, but only Nago seemed able to see past that difference and include them within plans of raging against the human. Every other God probably thought they were strong enough without the help of others. None of them probably even thought to think for a moment of the countless amount of blood that had been spilled by human weapons.
She stood up, backing away from the ledge which she sat upon. She no longer wished to dwell upon the subject of such warfare. She didn't wish to think about any of the damage the stinking humans had brought to the wolves. Most of the pack was killed, the less valiant ones fled to other forests. The war that had been raging on for so long only brought torment towards her. It had killed off many which she had gotten close to, including the father of her two pups. Only they remained, of all the great wolves that had once roamed the forest.
The wolf needed to clear her mind. She had too long been sitting there doing nothing other than reflecting. It was bad of her, for one day, she might get into trouble for it again. Deep thought only lead to distraction, and if you were distracted in what you were doing you might suffer to no avail. She had had to learn this the hard way.
The white Goddess quickly shook away all thoughts from her head and let the forest environment take over. She bound down the cliff side with ease that was unmatched, knowing of every crack and foothold within these walls by now. Even though her size was gigantic, she amazingly caused no disturbance as she made her way down. Not even the tiniest pebble fell earthbound. Thinking that there had ever been a time when she had been a clumsy pup seemed unreasonable and a horrible accusation to make.
As she made her way down, one of her two sons peaked his head out of the den, looking down to where his mother was leaping from, his eyes following her movements. Baffled by her decision to get out so early, he sent out two sharp barks to signal that he was awake and curious. The mother was not surprised by the sudden noise upon the silent dawn. She stopped for a moment in her tracks and looked up towards the den so high above. "Get some more rest, my son. I am only going out for a walk through the forest. I can take care of myself if anything happens." He was convinced, and went back further into the cave that was their home.
The moment she landed she could smell something, something that made her fur prick and her blood rush with eagerness to attack. Funny that she hadn't smelled it until now. It was still weak though. She couldn't be THAT old, could she? Still, a scent continued to cloud her nostrils, the heavy air remaining there until a shift in the wind had been made, though it was not nearly strong enough to brush away what she smelled. She no longer wished to remain standing there, her blood surging with readiness for battle. The scent coursed through her, and would begin to drive her insane if she did nothing about it. There was no doubt about it. Humans were nearby.
She put huge pressure on her hind legs and poised to spring. Her white and glistening teeth shone as she bared them, fully ready to tear their very heads off of their bodies. Her deep introspection had probably made her freak out more so than needed, but she still felt that violence and blood shed were the only answers to her problem. The infestation of humans on her land would not be treated with kindness. After what seemed like ages, she sprung forward.
The white wolf rushed forward at an amazing speed, the wind meeting her coat at a matching pace. Her ruffled fur seemed to lift higher with her, for every bound she made seemed to lift her further up towards the canopy of trees. She had no interest in trees though, for only one smell and one alone haunted her. That wretched human scent that only grew with every leap she took. Strangely enough, as many times as she leapt forward, other than a low and steady growl from her throat, she made no sound whatsoever. At one point she even leapt on top of a fallen tree and it did not splinter. She had been moving so fast that the earth showed no sign of her having been there at all. This was truly the work of a God.
Then, everything stopped. All of the dashing, running, hurtling and anger had just stopped. The very air seemed to hang still as the power Goddess stood staring at the kill she had been so intent upon finding and then destroying. The humans she was hunting, a man and a woman, stood in shock, the female clutching onto an infant. Not even that seemed to move in her hands. The only thing that was not frozen to the wolf's senses was the river before her.
The stillness was finally unbroken, though not at all happily. Her left paw slid into the crystal clear waters which had hid the scent of them to her when she had been locked deeply in her thoughts. What had they been doing here so early? She trotted towards the couple majestically, looking like a horse pulling a carriage fit only for an Emperor. She was no horse, however.
The woman looked up at her, her eyes only being able to look at her fangs. Oh, how those fangs made her want to scream out, to run away, to get to safety. She would do anything to make sure she got to safety, anything to suppress the feeling of a rabbit being chased away by a dog. "Oh Goddess" the man began, the smell of fear clear on him, "Why do you seek to harm us? Why do you come to us at all? What sins have we committed that we should be killed for?"
The wolf Goddess looked upon them with eyes of hatred, her lust to kill now renewed by their stupidity. "Have not sinned? Why of course you haven't. You only bathed in the rivers of this sacred forest where humans are forbidden. Would you like to convince me of a reason why I should not bite all three of your heads off right now and then feast off the corpses'?"
Panic flashed before their faces, and without another word being said, they ran. However, they left a gift. In her moment of terror, the woman had dropped the baby she had been carrying, letting the poor thing fall into the waters the wolf had just scared them away from. Her eyes looked down her long muzzle at the defenseless little bundle, slightly curious. In all of her years, she had never seen the offspring of humans in their most vulnerable stages. It was slightly cute, she had to admit, cuter than a boar piglet at least. Nothing could surpass the ugliness of a boar babe, the grotesque little things. She thought humans might have, but it appeared not.
And then the little infant did something that the mighty Goddess had expected least of all- it cried. Right there before her very eyes, the baby was crying. Though its screams were muffled by the running water of the long protected river, she had to silence it before it woke those still asleep. It would definitely anger them to see a human slip into their forest with no detection what so ever. But somehow, she decided against crushing it with her gigantic fangs. It would have been the easiest solution, but something seemed to hold her back from doing so. Instead, she reached out her huge muzzle and snuffed, pushing the water that held the baby from oxygen away. It laughed happily as the air flow pushed back its hair, though there hardly was any. It would take some time for even a Goddess as wise as her to see what humor any creature could find in that.
While it was still happy, she reached farther yet for the little thing and grasped its bundle with her teeth. She wasn't quite sure what to do with it yet, but whatever she did in the end, this human would live. The possibility of simply dropping it off near a village did not please her. What if another God came in the night and ate it? Or what if no one found it at all? Nothing she thought of seemed to work in her favor. Then she got into serious thinking. Could she possibly use this to benefit her? Was it at all possible for this mere human to help them gain entrance to the human gates and kill them off more easily? No. This wolf would not stoop to false identity. She would not raise that of human blood just to infiltrate their lairs. It seemed futile.
They were soon approaching her cave where her two sons would be nestled, still sleeping past the dawn. The diminutive human in her jaws did not move, unblinking at the sight of the huge wolf carrying her off to her cave. She had no idea how much trouble she might be in. However, no trouble was in store for the young human, as long as she kept silent. The wolf scaled back up the cliff sides, the den within plain sight. All there was left to do now was to keep the baby until she had an idea of what to do with it. It might help to find out its gender, though. The scent helped none, for it was damp and cold. Once they were in the confinements of the cave she would solve her own mystery.
"However, child," the wolf spoke with a cold sense of curiosity, perfectly clear even though she held the infant in her jaws. "You will need a name. I care not what gender you are, only that you, like all other creatures, godly or demonic, brave or cowardly, deserve a name. And for you, I can only think of one name suitable." As they reached her cave high within the cliffs, she set down the bundle and began to unravel all of the cloth to reveal the fullness of this human, who even now remained perfectly calm, unlike its parents. And now, as her two boys slept, blocking out all sound of the world, she saw that she was in the vicinity of another woman.
"I, Moro, shall name you San. And until I think of something for your existence to accomplish, I shall be your mother." This day had been no normal day.