~!?WainGuy?!~ here with another update! I know earlier I said that it would be a Parental!IzumixEd and Brotherly!RoyxEd and, well, I couldn't do it... So I did something else. So it's become a Parental!HughesxEd and Parental!RoyxEd. See ya at the bottom! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Dont own FMA and never will!
Warnings: Deaths
Untamed
Chapter 1: The Lost Boy
He kept running. He had to get away from them as fast as possible. It didn't matter that the bushes and shrubs snagged and tore at his clothes and skin, his feet bruised as they ran over the rough terrain filled with stones and rocks but he kept going.
He was lost to humanity, he was lost in the wilderness and he was all alone. But he didn't want to die! Oh no, he wanted to live, to make sure that his family's sacrifice would not be in vain. He would live, not for his sake, but for his already dead family's sake.
He took short naps during the day in sheltered places, drank the river's water and ate whatever was around ranging from fruit and berries to the roots of trees and nuts. He never rested in one place for too long for the fear of those wretched scientists.
He did not want to be caught and be forced to do test and part take in experiments. He knew that the last one had done something to him for now he understood what the animals around him said and he had knowledge that he never obtained from books; instinct from other beings.
He had remembered waking up briefly in the middle of that last experiment so he knew what they had done to his already bruised and battered body. They had given – more like forced – him the ability to change from human to animal and vice versa whenever he pleased. He knew that he was no longer truly human and that saddened him.
He was different and he was never going to be normal again. He felt so lost and so very alone.
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The days were growing colder and colder, the days shorter and the trees were already shedding their leaves of various colours. The boy shivered and he was not happy. It was cold, it was wet and it was getting harder and harder to find food.
And he was getting so tired. So very very tired.
He fell face forward and lay on the cold, wet leaf-covered ground and stayed there for a while. His eyes drooped and he felt himself sink into the black abyss of unconsciousness.
He woke a little while later and looked around. It was already dark and the moon was high in the sky, casting its bluish light on the surrounding environment. He pushed himself up and stiffened. Something was coming from up ahead... Actually it sounds like a whole bunch of them.
He took a small step back, unsure whether what was coming friend or enemy. Should he run and never find out? Or should he turn tail and run?
However he didn't get the chance to as a pack of wolves of all colours naturally possible were around him in a second. He looked at them and they were surrounding him, sniffing and looking at him warily.
Then one wolf, with brown tones to his fur with many battle scars, came forward and stopped a few centimeters away from the boy. He stood proud, tail and head held high; he was the Alpha male.
The same animal instinct within him, the one he had gained ever since that experiment, told him to lower himself and bow his head in submission, to show respect and to show he was no challenger, he followed the instinct immediately.
The Alpha came closer, the boy did not raise his head but he kept starring down. The wolf sniffed him over and the boy held his breath.
Then the Alpha threw his head back and howled, his pack following his lead. The boy was stunned as he listened to their howls. They sang and howled; long and beautiful. But surprisingly for him he understood what they were saying as well as sense what they were feeling.
We have searched and found a new pack brother.
We have a new member to the pack.
Rejoice and celebrate the new pack brother.
Then they stopped and the Alpha rested his head against the boy's. It was clear, for both the pack and the boy, what the Alpha had said.
Run and hunt with us pack brother. We will do many great things together. Welcome to the pack.
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Hunters. Human hunters with guns and knives have invaded the land in which the pack had lived for many generations. They were hunting and killing the pack, his family. First only Irinei did not return from the hunt but then Katenka, Lesya, Masha and so many of their brothers and sisters did not return as well.
Now there were only the five pups, Mikhail the Alpha male, Oxana the Alpha female, Peteeya, Rada, Sava, Taisiya, Yaakov and the boy. There were so little left and Mikhail was worried for his pack and his new pack brother that had joined his pack only two moons ago.
The boy, who resembled so much of these other hunters with the guns and knives, was pack brother and they could understand each other. He could also become one of them, like another wolf albeit a smaller one and had very light brown fur, but he would choose to stay in the other form.
Mikhail feared the day when the other hunters find the den and then it will all be over. He knew that the pack would not win against their weapons. They would leave their territory as soon as the pups are a bit bigger than they would move.
But they never could. The other hunters had spotted their den and they attacked. They shot and killed his family, knocked out his pack brother and then they killed him. Mikhail did not know what became of his pack brother or his pups.
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"Hey Henry! The pups are in the cave as you said!" a man with blonde hair yelled at his partner.
"Put 'em in the sack and load them into the trunk. How many of them are there?" Henry, older with brown hair, asked as took a drag from his cigarette.
"Five of them!" Then his partner went into the cave.
Henry looked around the clearing, seeing the carcasses of wolves, a total of seven adult wolves, scattered around the area. 'They would make lovely fur coats and they will be sold with lovely prices as well... Now what to do with the boy?'
Henry looked into his truck and saw the boy. He was knocked unconscious by another one of his men, George maybe, and now he wondered what a kid was doing with a pack of wolves in the first place. He studied the unconscious lad.
He was tanned and had blonde hair. He couldn't have been any older than ten from his size and he wore clothes that were torn and ripped at some places. It looked as if the boy had been away from humanity quite some time then.
"The pups are in the sack, Henry. Do we take the wolves now or later?"
Henry looked away from the boy and over his shoulder. "We should bag 'em now and carry 'em back so that the crows don't get the chance to stick their bloody beaks into the corpses."
"Yes sir!"
'Should drop the boy off at the orphanage or something then...'
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They're gone!
They're dead!
They all died!
No no no no no nooooooooooooooooo!
Not another family of mine!
They're all gone!
Give them back to me!
I don't want to be alone anymore!
Come back!
Take me with you!
Please!!
Come back and take me with you!
Mikhail!
Don't go, pack brother!
Come back!!
You can't be gone!
Don't leave me alone!
Please!!
Don't go!
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