A young deer lay in the far distance munching on new grass. Jade eyes watched this deer as a delicate hand was poised on a spear. Eyes unblinking as the young wolf demon stood to take aim. The deer's ears moved as it's head snapped around to look toward the demon. There was a pause as a slight breeze moved through the tall grass. Lazy clouds drifted across the sun. Flicking a piece of hair from her jade eyes the demon readied to throw the spear. Smiling slightly to reveal long fangs like a wolf, she let the spear fly. The deer moved to run, everything seemed to slow down. The easy grace of the deer's panicked fleet. Bees hovering over new flowers as they go about their daily work. Clouds covering the sun to shroud the land in temporary darkness. Shaking the slowing from her mind, Jamian watched as the spear quickened it's pace toward the deer. As if it had been struck, the spear fell to the ground just barely missing the deer.
"Jamian." Came the shrilled voice of her father.
But Jamian didn't seem to be listening, she was still caught up in her daydream, about hunting. Her father, leader of the Kinsha demon wolf tribe stood looking at her. In his hand was the spear that she had thrown. He was a strong man, but was getting old. He would soon be giving up he position to the one that would wed his daughter. Face turning red with mild anger, Jamian's father hit her up side the head with the butt of the spear. Jenian fell to the cave floor and lay there dazed. She was slowly coming out of her Daydream.
"Jamian!" He said more shrilled.
Jamian blinked and looked at her father. Jade eyes still blinking as she picked herself up off the floor. Auburn hair fell across her eyes as she shook her head and blinked again at her father. Jamian was young 15 at least, she wore a deer skin shirt that came to the middle of her torso. A deer skin mini skirt that could have been a little longer then mid thigh, rabbit skin lined, rawhide boots that came to her knees. If you were to look at her closely you would think that she was Kouga. Shaking her head Jamian looked at her father then at the spear in his hand.
"Going hunting father?" She asked him, not knowing that, it was the spear that she almost squared him with.
"NO, Jamian. I'm not going hunting!" He says trying to calm down.
"Oh," She says realizing what he was mad about. "I am sorry Father."
"I know Jamian. I know," He says with a sigh.
He walked over to the wall and leaned the spear against it. Then turned to Jamian, he couldn't help but smile. Jamian reminded him of her mother. Not only was she a dreamer. She was beautiful, smart, Kind hearted, everything a tribe leader could want.
"Father?" Jamian spoke, snapping him back into reality.
"Sorry Jamian, you just look so much like your mother," He says still looking at her and wiping away a tear.
Jamian sighs and turned to walk back toward her room, " I miss her too father." She says looking back at him.
((Continued))