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Lynx: This story is dedicated to Ariana Miyuki. This chapter is dedicated to Kerica. Thanks for being my friends.
Chapter Thirteen
Youko ran as far as he could and away from the village. His father should been checking on it no later then next week if not more. He knew that he had to run and he had to get out of any area he was connected with. This wasn't just any normal plains either. God he hated the forest at the moment.
The trees were blocking any moonlight and the trees looked like monsters that were about to claw him. Luckily though, he read enough books to know that the trees (if looked into a different light) could be protection.
Well, right now they were considered as protection. Protection away from anyone and anything that would report to his father. He had to get away. Any place was better then here. He hitched his stuff up higher on to his shoulder as he looked. Now that he was in the middle of the forest, he knew that the village was only a couple of miles away after getting out. More then enough time to be reported seen.
This was just nice. Fates were indeed smiling on his journey. It was like a comedy show for them he bet. Oh yeah, he was the laughing stock among all of the gods at the moment.
A rustle among the leaves made him stop. A light cool breeze hit him and he remembered that winter was coming and it was coming fast. Shelter was out of the question. The forest would be hard to be found in...if only they weren't foxes.
Catching a scent in the winter should be an easy piece of cake for his father. After all winter was him. He was ice. He proved that to him many, many times. Oh if his father ever caught him, he would be dead.
And dead was in literal dead.
The breeze shook the trees again and Youko growled. This was nice. Just perfect. Maybe next time there should be a snowstorm and a picnic involved it was that lovely.
He sighed, the wind was getting worse and it reminded him that a storm was coming, but since the trees were ever so politely hiding his gaze, he couldn't really see what the clouds were doing. Or where they were blowing in what direction.
A storm could heading his way, or maybe past him. He could smell fresh rain when the wind settled. This was just perfect. Like...it was just cliche. In every book he read a character would run away and it would be raining. Like nature was trying to force them to reconsider their options that they had.
Youko was not about to find out and see if a storm was really going to head his way. He immediately began to search for a shelter that would last during the night and that it wouldn't get damaged by the rain if there was going to happen.
That shelter happened to be a hole in a tree. Not very good, but he knew that underground was warmer then what people believed. It was a lot warmer when a storm had picked up.
He curled himself into a ball once he was inside. It suffocated him since he was much more used to the upper-ground sort of homes and not underground. He sighed as he heard the thunder boom overhead.
Yep, a storm had really happened to him. Well, at least he knew that this was vacant. He may have to use it more often though, considering how fast his father may be. He just prayed that he would be safe at the moment.
After the storm, he was sure he might be able to make up another plan. But, right now? He was watching the rain fall down slowly onto the ground, hitting it like it was needles. The trees' leaves were rustling in the wind and the rain almost made it seem to be some sort of rain-stick that was playing instead of a storm. Lighting flashed and lit up the ground. Great. This was just great. Lighting storms usually caused a fire.
At least, that's what usually happened.
Youko let out a sigh before curling up tigher. As he watched the lighting and listened to the thunder and the rain, it turned into a very badly sung lullaby and all that one Youko had a fitful sleep from.