Let us retire back in time, where demons and humans both fight their own wars. The humans for lands and rights to call themselves lords. The demons for the humans and the land. Because humans are the food of the earth. They are the ones who are weak .

A small village called edo, where two half demons reside in companionship. Though both are outcasts by many of the villiagers, shunned for the way they look and for the blood flowing through their veins. Victims of circumstnace and paying for their parents mistakes for the rest of their lives it seems.

The villiage protector , an elderly miko with minimal abilties protects them with all she has. They didnt mean to be born the way they were. Her maternal side flared in the presesnce at both of them.

Though one is far older then even she, and barely looked past his 18th year. Lean and tall, with a wealth of flowing silver hair that flowed behind him as he flashed through the village like a red blur clothed in his fire rat robe.

She had met him many a year ago, before her sister fell prey to a demon and was slain. He stayed, acting as her guardian untill she came of age and into her own powers to take her sisters place. What was once like a brother was now a son, her heart still held him close as he strayed further and futher from the village every year. Taking longer to return each time, untill finally he didnt come back for many years.

Time passed slowly for the miko, summer, winter, summer, winter, over and over again untill she was well into her older years. Moving was hard on her some days, and impossible on others to budge from her praying position at the shrine. She had put the hanyou into the back of her mind and heart, still there but never far if she wished to remember something.

She didnt expect him to appear out of thin air. Looking only a few years older compared to her many decades. Silver hair flowing, fangs gleaming, but those eyes. Those golden eyes that always held a slight happiness to them. They were filled with grief and sadness. His ears laid back as a sudden wail caught his hearing loudly from the bundle of his crossed arms.

Then she noticed it, the blood covering his haori and skin, still dripping in places as the wailing grew into soft whimpers and howls. The red stained linen bundle starting to squirm and wail again.

She didn't ask questions, he wouldnt answer them anyways. Simply opened her arms and stood , waiting for him to hand him the bundle in his arms. Knowing full well that it was a newborn babe. Didn't ask why there were tiny little black ears upon her raver hair.

She took her in. The little wolf pup who was far too tiny even for being a human and demon mix. The miko brought her to health from the early birth. Put meat on bones that were frail and tiny. Sang soothing words to quiet howls and wails.

Later, when the babe was a few months older and much healthier. He told her of how he had come across the pup. Another human, like his mother, was drawn into a predators gaze and didn't survive the birthing of the union they created.

He had found dead arms surrounding the babe, the wailing had attracted him. But also the sire. He wanted to devour the girl. She was a disgrace to the pure bloodline he had, he was going to eat them wether they survived the birth of not.

Pureblood this, pureblood that, and the red clad hanyou had, had enough. He lunged, slicing the older full demon to bits with the rage he felt boiling his own muddled pure demon blood. The babe didn't deserve this, like he didn't deserve it.

But he had a mother who loved him, showed him that there were a chosen few that would accept him as he was. Even though she died when he was young, he wasn't as young as this little wolf pup. Just like he wanted that for her. This wolf, a sworn enemy by instnct to dogs but he just wnated to protect her. So he did.

He had no clue with babes, he was a male and it wasn't in his nature to take care, just to protect. So Keade took cared for the little wolf. The pup aged much like he did. Quickly, faster than humans but slow enough to enjoy her times in one size before she started to grow again.

That little tuft of raven colored hair turned into thick waves of ebony that cascaded down her arms. Tiny little folds on the top of her head grew into black tipped ears that folded and twitched much like his own whenever they heard a strange noise.

Her fragilty came with her through her early years, showing in the ways she wouldn't heal very quickly. Or the way she would stumble and snap a limb so easily that it was almost sad. But she tried so hard not to cry in front of the human children when they laughed.

But she would, back in the miko's hut with her 'brother' to comfort her as the tears poured down her cheeks and she wailed questions and curses at the gods for making her different. nd he would hold her, just like his mother used to hold him when he had the same words slipping from his lips through wails and tears.

In the morning she would put on a smile again, go out and try to make friends, she wouldnt succeed. They all knew it. But to tell her would be to break her spirit. And she had such spirit. It's what kept her going, what kept the others from doubting her strength that she would come into her own and break away from the fragile body she had.

And soon she did, when she reached her 16th year, something just happened one day. She fell, expecting to sprain an ankle or scrape a knee. Instead, they healed rather quickly. Moments after the wound was made her blood stopped flowing and the skin knitted back together, leaving nothing in its wake but the dried specks of ruby red on her pale skin.

She ran, as fast as her legs could go,straight into her brothers chest. Hysterical that something was wrong with her, not understanding how she had healed so quickly.

He was proud, she was coming into her blood. Wolves were known for their fast healing and agiltiy. The young pup had no idea how fast she just ran, whipping leaves and grass around in tiny whirlwinds behind her as she sped along.

Soon she was running just to see how fast she could go, testing claws that had never been there before and now were solid as a steel blade. She was a sight to behold, if you could actually catch a glimspe of her flashing through your path. All she left was a strong wind, and the sense that you had just missed a storm.

The miko grew older in her years, the love of her adopted pups the only true thing that kept her going for so long in the first place. Surpassing any standards humans had for life ecpectantcy. Still, humans cannot live forever. They were not made of hard stuff like demons and so she left. Like a breath of wind from everyone's memories.

And the half wolf girl mourned. Howling out a bitter song to the moon as tears rolled down pale cheeks. The elder hanyou cried as well, his heart wept for the old woman who had taken him in and had cared for the little pup he had found like her own.

They couldn't stay, the people were no longer cowed into politeness by the old miko. They threw stone, yelled hate filled words at the brother and sister. They left.

In a blur of red and black and silver one day. Simply left, far into the east. Toward unknown territory but it was better than the constant ridicule and spiteful torment of the village they once called home.