To:
FoxLuna: I know Kagome shouldnt judge people by race or breed.. but it will have a deep impact on the future chapters. As in a trying to over come her fears, memories, and hatred of a set group of people kinda thing, to go forward with the life she will eventually try to lead. But the death of her son is still pretty fresh on her mind.
xXGuardianHeartXx: I meant the fur stained red as we would say our hands are stained with blood.. mentally.. if you remember I did state that she was mentally scarred.
And to everyone else: I'm glad you are all liking my story so far :D ..I will try my best to keep Kagome in the mind frame of a wolf for as long as I can(Though the wolf mind frame will always be there even when or if her human nature starts to appear) ...please feel free to leave a review (I check daily for new ones) and if you have a question I will try my best to answer it without completely giving away any real big spoilers ^.~
Now on to
Chapter Two of The White Wolf...
It had taken her days to get where she was. She had yet to leave the land of home, yet to find her brothers, and had yet to find a cure for the pain that never left her heart.
Looking over the land that had changed greatly with the passing of time, Kagome kept the whimpers at bay. Humans, no matter how far she ran, they were constantly surrounding her, jeering at her, attempting to hurt her. Where was the land that was nothing but trees and animals? How much farther must she travel to be able to scent the home she missed with every fiber of her wolfish body?
Without giving up hope, she allowed herself to travel amung the people that she despised. Her body twice the size of a normal dog, forced the humans to take notice of her. Wolves of any breed were rare, the main species that dwelled within the Japanese legends were declared extinct, but to see one who's entire form was a solid pure white with eyes that blazed such a blue, the sky was no comparison.
'Horkew Retara Kamuy'
The White Wolf God.
The words were whispered among the elderly, as they watched the legend in front of their eyes.
'Had the great white beast come to heal their sick? Or has he come in search of another bride?' Questions filled the air as each person around her gazed at her in wonder.
Oh how she hated the stench and the stupidity of the human race. Kagome knew the legends, knew them by heart. Why would the Wolf God send any of his children down to earth to help out those that in turn forget the rules of the deal. It happened once, and Kagome knew that if he sent down more that it would happen again. They would forget... They would capture the healers... they would starve them... They would kill.
She turned a growl towards the humans that stepped closer. They Did NOT deserve help from her kin folk.
They only deserved death.
Forcing herself back under control,she gave the humans a glare, her ears went straight back and she barred her teeth. Perhaps she had come upon them to remind them of the deal they broke, maybe it was to show them that the Wolf God was angered at the death of its kin, or quite possibly, she was there to let them know that every legend was in its own way, history of the purest form.
In the blink of an eye the white wolf was gone from the sight of the humans, many now going in search of the Shrine that worshiped such a beast, and a few letting the world know of the appearance of a large white wolf in a land that no wolves had been seen in centuries.
She had traveled days at a swift trot, quickly leaving behind the last traces of humanity as she immersed herself into the wilderness that still made up most of her home land of Japan. She had found the northern caves of Kouga's pack, but any traces of him where washed away with the aging of time. The only scent that dwelled within her brother's cave was the scent of her and the lingering scent of an undisturbed resting place of her memories. A sharp whine escaped her as she curled against herself in the corner that five hundred years ago was a place that her brother had slept.
That night was the first of many as she climbed to a cliff above the cave and sang her heart broken melody to the moon that shinied brighter as if in its own way, trying to ease the pain of one of it's kin.
Her mournful howl travelled far and wide, the domesticated cousins (Dogs) Raised their voices along side hers. That night the land trembled with the cry of an alpha without her pack.
While the urge to stop her hunt never crossed her mind, fate was a cruel mistress. A cruel cruel mistress indeed. For word had reached a place far beyond the great water.
The search for the Great White Wolf had begun.
