I actually wrote this on my last account, MisakiTheShadowWolf, but I couldn't upload any new chapters so I gave up on it. Please read and review guys! I hope you enjoy and ill start writing a new chapter ASAP, thanks! ^-^
BTW: This story is dedicated to Kira Fantome, a good friend and exceptional writer. Please check out her stories, their brilliant! Thanks, I'm out!
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The sky was murky and littered with ominous clouds beyond the domes curved walls, hinting that a thunderstorm was not far away. Toboe shivered, though he was not sure whether it was from cold or fear. Toboe was slumped against a crumbling wall, not bothering to disguise himself as human. He was 14 years old now, and he hadn't seen the pack or scented Cheza since they had been reincarnated. His fluffy maroon tail wagged slightly at the fond memories of his friends, but the discerning weather did not help to lift his dismal mood. Although he had lost count of how many times they had been reincarnated, the journey was always full of excitement and adventure, but threaded with danger and treachery, an intense web of friendship, burdens and secrets.
Toboe's stomach made an angry growling noise, and he clutched it in pain. It had been 11 days-nearly a full fortnight- since he had last eaten; and that was a measly loaf of bread that had been stale and mouldy at one end. He had spotted it rotting slowly in a bin, but it was horded by a flock of nasty crows. He had triumphed and escaped with the food, but not without gaining a few deep scratches and violent peck marks. Toboe hauled himself to his paws, shuffling slowly towards the precipitous stairs that crumbled from years of neglect, but were-for now- the only accessible way downstairs. Toboe muttered something unintelligible under his breath, his ears flattened in frustration, shouldering the pasty wall for support as he descended. When he reached the bottom, something very interesting stole the attention of Toboe's nose. He was about to follow it when he remembered to hastily change his form to human figure. He had dark green cargo pants that were smudged with dirt, and a worn out red jacket that overlapped a plain black shirt. His boots were reasonably in a decent condition, but the seams were tattered and peeling.
Toboe peered through a crude hole in the brickwork, and observed a small fire feebly spitting embers at five silhouetted shapes that were clustered around it, their faces overshadowed by the flickering flames. Toboe felt a niggling sensation in his gut, although this time it was not hunger, but curiosity. Stealthily, Toboe slipped out of the temporary home he had situated himself in, creeping amongst the shadows until he was a few mere feet behind one of the mysterious figures. With a jolt of realisation Toboe noticed the person sitting in front of him had silver hair, which was tied back into a scrawny ponytail with a rubber band. Toboe shifted his form and wagged his tail gleefully. Tsume! Toboe growled playfully in greeting at his old friend, but when 'Tsume' turned around, Toboe felt a pang of horror that made him gag; this man was definitely not Tsume. This man was terrifying, with, with so many scars that criss-crossed his face he resembled the lightning struck bark of a hollowed tree. He was heavily built, with broad shoulders and bulging muscles, and resentful, gleaming eyes of the darkest grey, they were almost black. His black jacket was unblemished, but rips had been infliction into the fabric for effect, he was bare-chested and with a necklace of...teeth? Toboe was unable to ponder any further before he was seized and dragged off the ground.
"What 'ave we 'ere? A stray little pup eh?" The man laughed cruelly, hoisting Toboe further into air, his blunt nails digging into the skin underneath Toboe's scruff. Toboe squeaked meekly, trying hopelessly to wriggle out of the man's steel grip. But hunger made Toboe weak, and this man was relentless. From that moment Toboe hated the man with a fierce passion that burned through his body and gave him strength. Before Toboe could unleash his revenge another figure from the fire stood up and made his way over to Toboe, his small pupils flickering restlessly from side to side as though he felt he was being watched. He was draped in a long black cloak that obscured his whole hunched form, but he limped slightly on his left leg as he walked. Toboe felt his anger drain away and was once again replaced by irritating curiosity.
"Be careful, Scar." Limping man breathed heavily into the taller man's ear. "You know full well what he is."
"A wolf? This little thing? Impossible!" The man named Scar laughed scornfully, mocking Toboe viciously. Toboe felt the paroxysm of rage once again as it boiled his blood and he snapped at Scars wrist, feeling the satisfaction of crunching through bone and tasting the metallic tang of his enemy's blood. In shock Scar threw Toboe down onto the concrete floor with a sickening thud. Toboe whimpered in agony as he realised he couldn't feel his left back leg. When he craned his neck to scrutinize it, he saw that it was twisted unnaturally, blood seeping from the wound. It was broken, badly.
"YOU LITTLE RUNT! I'LL KILL YOU!" Scar made a move toward Toboe, but Limping man placed a calloused hand on his shoulder, holding him back. Scar glared at him, but the man either didn't notice, or disregarded it.
"What are you doing?" Scar hissed in Limping man's face, spraying spittle on his black cloak.
"Now you've done it." Limping man glanced over to Toboe, his expression passive and unreadable. He carried on without waiting for Scar to reply. "We could have sold him to Jagara! Now you've damaged him he's not worth jack!"
"Why can't I kill him then?" Scar snarled; his eyes bright with fury. Toboe cringed at the blood lust that swirled in his slate-grey eyes.
"Because," Limping man started, but was cut off by a low growl. Both men turned to Toboe, who was equally puzzled. I didn't growl, did I? Toboe thought in confusion. Scar stretched a smile over his disfigured face, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"If it wasn't you, there must be another." Scar scanned the darkness, hoping to reveal another wolf obscured by the concealing shadows. Toboe watched the shadows around him too, but he couldn't discern anything clearly. Suddenly silent, the atmosphere became eerie and desolate. Without warning, a dainty blue-black wolf separated itself from the shadows of the abandoned building Toboe had been resting in minutes before. Toboe inhaled deeply, wondering why he hadn't scented the strange wolf before. Then it hit him. It's a...She-wolf! They were quite rare, and Toboe hadn't scented one in his 14 years of living in the city. She stepped out into the firelight, and Toboe drew a sharp intake of breath. Her sleek fur shone majestically, as though she were part of the shadows herself; she was almost all a rich blue-black, but the tips of her ears and tail were a dark ginger. Something silver was glinting by her ear, but Toboe couldn't make it out. She stood proudly, but was a little smaller than Toboe so he guessed she was around the same age.
"There you are. Be a good wolfie and don't cause us any trouble, or you'll end up like him." Scar indicated Toboe over his shoulder with a jerk of his thumb, the wicked grin on his face growing even wider. The she-wolf looked at Toboe, her jade coloured eyes brimming with empathy and rage. She changed her form into a human, which, to Toboe, was even more beautiful. She wore khaki shorts that reached halfway down her thighs, with black knee-length socks, a small black tank top that showed a little of her flat stomach, and some worn purple walking boots that were worn around the edges. She wore a loose green jacket over the top, and she sported silver butterfly earrings that glittered in the dim light of the minute blaze. As Toboe predicted, she was around 14. She bore her teeth in a violent snarl, and she narrowed her viridian shaded eyes in hatred.
"Let him go." The request was short, yet filled with spitting rage of the deepest hate. Toboe cringed slightly, wondering what she would do when they refused. When? So much for positive thinking Toboe, Toboe thought angrily. Why couldn't anything go right? For him life was always hard, but the pack was always there for him. Now there was no pack, just a raucous gang and one small she-wolf surrounding him.
"What'cha gonna do? Bite my ankles?" Scar and the rest of his disciples laughed uproariously. The girl bristled in anger, and only then Toboe noticed Limping man had disappeared.
"Not quite." Came a reply dripping with venom, holding a powerful taste of authority Toboe was sure even Tsume would take notice of. Tsume... The girl shape shifted back into her wolf form and tensed her shoulders. Even Scar looked apprehensive.
"I'm going to kill you."
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YAY! First chapter over, please review if you have the time and tell me how I did! I need constructive criticism, not complaints. Tell me if you like it and whether I should carry on, thanks guys! ^-^