Wild at Heart
by Hattiakourri
A/N: Finishing up with nursing school is what has kept me away from my writer's desk for quite some time. But I've found a little time to sneak over here and share something with you all. I hope you like it and if you are interested in the story, I encourage you to review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball or any associated properties.
Prologue
He relished the breeze that wafted from the mountain foothills; it was cool with rain and rich with the scent of the forest. He dug his toes into the rich soil, scenting the perfume of decaying wood and pine needles. He heard the gentle bubbling of a brook, the lilting chirps of the birds, the subtle sighing of the gentle zephyrs aloft.
How could cold steel and concrete, metal and wires ever compare?
How had he ever fooled himself into thinking that civilization was where he belonged?
Nothing could ever compare to this. No human could possibly understand. They weren't like him; they were fundamentally different! Humans were just soft, pink creatures that lazed about, content with leading simple little lives. He was a beast with a humanoid mask; crawling underneath his skin, clambering inside his eyes, surging through his veins, was pure wilderness. Adrenaline. Instinct.
Strike for the kill! Leave nothing behind!
Surrender to none.
He sneered as he stood atop the overlook, his surveying gaze drawing once again over the city he had once called home. Every single light that twinkled in that jagged skyline reminded him bitterly of those days when he had been welcome, oh so very long ago.
For a fleeting instant, he caught himself musing over the past, wondering where everything had gone so wrong.
The dark brush at his back beckoned him to return to the lengthening shadows of the twilight, pulling him back into his rough embrace. He turned his back to the horizon, the orange rays washing over his back and he trod a familiar path back to the heart of the mountains. The brush grew thicker and segued into a bank of tangled, gnarled trees robed in prickly vines. By the time he reached his camp, darkness had cloaked the landscape, painting his surroundings in various shades of shadow save for the subtle light of the waning gibbous hanging in the sky above and the faint flicker of lightning in the distance. His figure was virtually indistinguishable, and he was free to prowl in the dark of night as he pleased.
Here he was far from humans. Far away from pretense. Far away from judgment.
Here, he would decide his own fate. Here, he could be free.
He had finally found his home.
Yeah. It's short. But it's a prologue, and I will update it as time allows. My life is very dynamic right now!
I posted this earlier in the week on my tumblr page. I will throw up a link to said page on my profile so you can keep up with page updates, which may include fanart and other goodies in the future.
~Hattie