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one I had saved on disk of the new chapters. Can't find a proofreader yet,
so please, bare with me!! Enjoy!!
Dry Planet
~5~
Vash awoke with a start. The first thing he saw was red. He wiped at his face. It was covered with a hot and sticky liquid. He smelled blood, and tasted it as a few drops slid into his slightly opened mouth. He felt gloved hands grabbed his wrist. He heard a voice, the same one that talked to him before.
"Mr. Vash! Calm down, please!"
"Where am I? What are you doing to me?" He struggled against her strong grip, but he was weak.
"You are in the Phoenix Tears Hospital Healing Room number 4. I am currently changing your bandages. If you don't move, I'll wipe the blood." Her voice was strong and calm. Vash stilled, his body still tensed. He felt a warm, wet cloth run over his cheeks, then down the bridge of his nose, and then his brows. She didn't wipe his forehead or his eyes.
"What about my eyes?"
"Hold on," was the reply. Something was lifted from his eyes. A strip of cloth soaked with his blood. He blinked in the sudden whiteness. His vision cleared, and before him he saw a woman in her golden years, about 50 or so. Her black hair was tied back into a loose ponytail. A few streaks of white hair can be seen at random places in the blackness. Blue eyes that shine of gentleness, and with depth so deep that one can get lost if he was not careful, peered at him below thick eyebrows. A pair of pink lips curved into a smile, making the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepens. Vash blinked at her. She looks familiar.
"Hello. Do I know you?"
"No. not until this moment. Now, stay still until I sew your wound up and bandage you."
"What?!" his eyes widened, and gulped at the thought a needle and thread going through his skin and flesh, and coming out the other side. He whimpered. "I had stitches before, but I was unconscious while having them, lady."
The woman laughed heartily and patted his cheek.
"Don't worry, my little typhoon. You won't feel a thing, I promise."
"I've seen promises broken before, miss." Vash mumbled in misery.
"A mother's promise then," she reached over to a table that's out of Vash's vision, got something, and stood over him. She began doing something. Vash blinked, gulping again. He closed his eyes tightly. She's threading it! Oh mother of god help me through it! He gritted his teeth in thought. He heard her sitting down on the edge of his bed. He braced himself of the needle, wherever it's going to pierce. He waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. Finally, he pried his left eyelid open, then his other eye. She was just sitting, staring at him. Her gentle face showed she was amused.
"Aren't you gonna sew me up?" he was puzzled. His mind is blank.
"I did. A long time ago," she laughed. "Told ya you won't feel a thing. The aesthetic in the old bandages were there to cool your burns down. Now that you're fine, the aesthetic numbed your wounds, so I didn't have to shoot numbing liquids into you."
"You said they were burns. Why did you need to sew it up?"
"Because it ripped when I was removing your old bandages. You toss and turn in your sleep, ya know? I need to put the bandages on now," she stood, grabbed another item on the unseen table, and Vash felt her hand on the back of his head. His head began to nod, and he perceived that she's bandaging him now.
"Miss? Are you going to be my nurse?""
"Yes, I am your nurse from the minute you came into the hospital to your first step outside."
"What is your name?"
"You may call me Mom," there was a hint of a smile when she said that.
"Mom?" he blinked at her suggestion.
"Yes?"
"Nothing…" he looked toward the window.
"There's a heavy sandstorm out there. Hope everyone got into buildings safely."
"Mom, where is the girl that came with me?"
"Girl?" she finished, and sat on the edge of his bed again. "From what I heard from the doc that brought you in, you were on the back of a tomas, and that's it. No other," she looked at Vash's frown. "Was there a girl with you?"
"Yes. She was the one who helped me onto the tomas."
"Hmm. Well, that reminds me. How did you get these burns?"
"Er…you won't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"Ok…" Vash told Mom the events at the cottage without using names. He wasn't sure if he could trust Mom. He had trusted Monev to be a normal girl. Was this a normal woman?
"Mmhmm," Mom blinked as the blonde man finished. "So, who are 'the short lady' and 'the tall brunette'?"
"Um…can I trust you?"
"Of course, dear."
"Promise?"
"Mother's promise. But I'm not making you." Vash nodded.
"I'll trust you. The Brunette's name is Milly Thompson. The other's Meryl Strife." Mom's face paled. She stood quickly. Vash looked up at her. "Mom? What's wrong?"
"I'll be back," her voice wavered a bit. She quickly walked out the wooden door. Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn't have…shit! He swung his real arm out to throw off the blanket covering him, but his arm just flopped up and smacked his nose. Damn that aesthetic! He tried moving his robot arm. It moved smoothly. That's ONE good thing about this thing. He placed his floppy arm back into the covers and sighed. Shit. Shit indeed.
"For once, you're actually thinking, boy."
"Yes, Father."
"Heal her up, and it'll be more fun. You really are my son." Chapel, now in his human form, rested a hand on Kenugre's shoulder.
"Thank you Father." Kenugre bounded the shoulder with bandage and herbs. Meryl lay unconscious on her spread out sleeping shirt on the floor of a cave. Kenugre tried not to look at her bloodstained white bra and panties. He tried not to notice her heaving chest. He took a tomas-skin blanket and laid it on top of her. Chapel's hand gripped his son's shoulder hard, and snarled.
"Why the hell you did that?"
"So she can heal faster, and that means we can have fun faster as well," Kenugre winced. His father's hand loosened.
"Yes, yes, I have forgotten," he stood, looking down at his son. "I'm gonna go hunting. You stay here and watch her."
"Yes, Father."
"Good boy." Chapel stalked out of the cave, chewing on his lip. He wanted to look at her more. Though small, her proportions are perfect. Snorting, he changed into his wolf form and trotted out, sniffing for tomases, or something. He set his jaw at the thought of tomas flesh. Same old food, every night. Ever since King Knives brought us here, those damn tomas are the only thing to eat, asides from humans. Growling, he approached a boulder. A thought occurred to him. Why not have a few of little foods?
Smiling to himself, he sniffed around the rock, and heard something move below the rock. Placing his front paws on the side of the boulder, he pushed, digging his hind paws into the sand. The large rock tipped over and rolled to a side. Dust rose as the green-stripped wolf righted himself. Sniffing through the brown cloud, he scented a wriggling batch of lizards, adults and eggs. He dived into the mass, driven by his watering mouth for taste.
Kenugre's round human ears perked, listening to the high-pitch screams of the lizards. He grimaced. He hated those screams. He sighed, and sat down beside the unconscious woman. He studied her face.
"Who ever you are…please forgive me. I hate this. I hate my father. I hate this world. I'm sorry…to get you into trouble. I'm sorry…about my father," he said to her, not sure if she could even hear him. He tilted his head, looking at her at different angles. "You're beautiful, human. I don't want to eat such a pretty creature. I don't want to hurt you. Please, forgive me."
He crawled over to her, placing a hand on her forehead and closed his eyes. He saw dark, purple clouds, signs of unconsciousness. He looked pass the clouds, and saw several blurry visions. A red blob with a yellow blotch on top of it was the strongest of them. Then he saw a darker figure that he recognized was a wolf. The rest were just splashes of colors, smells, and emotions. He opened his eyes and with drew his hand. His almond shaped eyes blinked. Who was that wolf? Decided to take a better look, he lowered his head till their forehead touched, and closed his eyes. Instantly, swirls of dark clouds engulfed him. It was cold. He half swam half ran through it, till the cloud thinned into a man. This man looked exactly like King Knives, except his hair and eyes are of a deeper shade. The tails of the man's red trench coat flared out in the unfelt winds of Meryl's mind. The man's fierce aqua eyes glared down the barrel of a big, silver handgun pointed straight at Kenugre. The man's eyes sent chills of fear down the young werewolf's spine. Then a column of silver light distorted the image of the man, and a bone-chilling howl filled Kenugre's ears.
"AAOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" a black wolf leapt from the column at Kenugre. Kenugre changed into a wolf and dived below the leaping wolf. He rolled into a fighting stance. If he died in the realm of minds, his body would be of no mind. He wouldn't like that. The black wolf disappeared in the blackness that surrounds them. Kneugre's pale green eyes scanned around him, his pointed ears swiveling around, constantly alert.
"Leave!" a whisper was screamed into his ears. He flattened his ears as his brain throbbed of the noise. His eyes watered from the pain. Sharp jaws clamped onto his throat, cutting off the air from his lungs. The whites of his eyes shone brightly as his swiped his clawed paws at nothing. Then the blackness began to turn white at the edges, and the whiteness swallowed up its opposite.
The blue sky slowly grew out of the back of her eyelids. Soft, fluffy clouds drifted lazily on gentle winds. Milly blinked, and sat up stiffly. She was covered with sand. Then a green leaf filled with water clear as diamond was placed on her sandy hands. Suddenly feeling thirsty, she gulped down the cool water. After finishing, she looked around to see who gave it to her.
"Good morning, miss," a boy about 12 sat on the bank of a clear pool of water. He had an old, worn bandage on his right cheek. He wore an off-white shirt with a pair of dirty brown overalls with a buckle missing.
"Good morning," Milly said, smiling. "Who are you?"
"M'name's Kait," he stuck out a grubby hand. "You?"
"Milly Thompson, nice to meet you Kait," she shook his hand. "Where are we?"
"Dunno," he shrugged. "I just wander. I was hiding here from that sandstorm when your tomas came up to me with you on it's back. These big, brown and green things blo—"
"Trees?"
"Yeah, those. Well, they blocked the wind, which was good. These really are trees?"
"Yup. And those small ones are bushes. I heard that once, they made little ball-like food called 'berries', though I'm not sure if that's true…"
"Green things are weird. Jerky?"
"No thank you. I'm just thirsty."
"That's no problem. There's plenty of water here," he motioned to the spring beside him.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself? Where are your parents?" Milly asked as she refilled her leaf.
"Oh, just going where I want to. I hope I'll bump into someone that I met before," he chewed on his jerky, not answering Milly's second question.
"Oh." Milly sipped her water, noticing he didn't answer her. She decided that was a touchy subject, so she won't go on.
"I wonder where these trees came from. Last time I past by here, it was bare as everywhere else," he took another bite of jerky.
"The town near here struck an underground lake."
"Lake?"
"A place where water from rivers are collected. Then, I guess the sand around here is full of seeds, and the water woke them up, or something."
"How do you know so much?"
"I listen to my teachers." She smiled.
"Oh. I had a teacher once. He told us about stuff, but he made it real boring, so I stopped going and I learnt from my da—uh, from my friends and my own experience," he looked away, playing with the sand. Milly nodded, finished her water, and began to scoop up water to clean her face. She bent over to reach for the end of her coat to wipe her face dry, when she felt her pajamas. She was still in her PJs. So she used her sleeves.
"Is the storm gone now?"
"Yeah, it's been gone since sunrise."
"Ok," she got up, brushing sand off. "I'll be going now. Thank you for your help Kait!"
"No problem, miss."
"Hope you well in your wanderings!" Milly turned, walking into the thick forest. She heard her tomas eating, and she followed the sounds. She found her tomas munching on the leaves of bush at the base of a tree. "Wolfy!"
"Hnnnng?" the tomas lifted his long head, his mouth full of the leaves. The leaves flew out his mouth when Milly came over and hugged him tight around the neck.
"I love you so much, Wolfy! Thank you! Maybe my honey's spirit must've gone into you!" she smiled, hoping what she said was true. The tomas snorted and shook his mane, but he rubbed his head affectionately against her shoulder. She has been a good mistress. She mounted him, and rode out of the forest. Instantly, the sun's light fell over them, warming their bodies. The town rested within the crest of trees. She hoped Vash is there, and chucked the worn reins.
Meryl gained conscious. She felt something hot on her forehead, and she smelled sweat. She snapped her eyes opened, staring at the closed eyelids of someone hovering over her, their foreheads touching. She blinked as this sinks into her still foggy mind, and her eyes widened when her senses came back to her.
"RAAAAAAHHHH!" she screamed with fury as her leg bent up and straightened, kicking the guy off her, and without missing a beat, she sat up, letting her right fist fly at his cheek. The young man was sent to a side, falling face first onto the cave floor. Meryl pants as she catches her breathe, and grimaced as pain shot from her shoulder to the far corners of her body.
Kenugre got up, rather shakily, from the ground, rubbing his left cheek, where a bruise was forming. Dirt stuck to the right side of his face. He lean against the wall, staring at Meryl in disbelief. Where did she come from?! Wait…I'm still alive! Damn that wolf, she nearly killed me. Then this human wakes up, she saved me! But she almost killed me as well…. Great, my head is starting to hurt…she saved me and killed me…should I thank her or knock her out again? She seems safer when she was out cold…
Meryl noticed him staring with those pale green eyes of his. She looked down, and turned red. She quickly covered herself as best as she could and glared up at him.
"Pervert!" she hugged herself tighter, a muscle under her left eye twitched. That seemed to snap Kenugre out of his thoughts.
"What?! You have a lot of nerve, human bitch! I was fixing your shoul—!"
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALLED ME?!" Meryl was on Kenugre in a flash, her hands around his neck, choking him. He stared wide-eyed at her as he toppled over under her weight. This unbalanced the furious Meryl as well, and Kenugre took advantage of that. He rolled so he was on top of her, one hand holding two of hers, and the other clasped tightly over her mouth. He perked his ears, trying to hear if his father is coming back. Before long though, Meryl bit down hard into his palm. Tears welled up in his eyes as he suppressed his yelp into a squeak.
"SHHHHHH!!"
"MmmphnnnMMMM!!" she wouldn't let go of his hand. He closed his eyes, concentrating on his ears. He tried to drown out the woman, but still her constant growling made it hard for him. He burrowed his brows together, until he heard the unmistakable sound of pawsteps and the dragging of a large carcass. In a panic, he scooped up Meryl, letting go of her hands, and headed off deeper into the cave, his hand still over Meryl's mouth.
Dry Planet
~5~
Vash awoke with a start. The first thing he saw was red. He wiped at his face. It was covered with a hot and sticky liquid. He smelled blood, and tasted it as a few drops slid into his slightly opened mouth. He felt gloved hands grabbed his wrist. He heard a voice, the same one that talked to him before.
"Mr. Vash! Calm down, please!"
"Where am I? What are you doing to me?" He struggled against her strong grip, but he was weak.
"You are in the Phoenix Tears Hospital Healing Room number 4. I am currently changing your bandages. If you don't move, I'll wipe the blood." Her voice was strong and calm. Vash stilled, his body still tensed. He felt a warm, wet cloth run over his cheeks, then down the bridge of his nose, and then his brows. She didn't wipe his forehead or his eyes.
"What about my eyes?"
"Hold on," was the reply. Something was lifted from his eyes. A strip of cloth soaked with his blood. He blinked in the sudden whiteness. His vision cleared, and before him he saw a woman in her golden years, about 50 or so. Her black hair was tied back into a loose ponytail. A few streaks of white hair can be seen at random places in the blackness. Blue eyes that shine of gentleness, and with depth so deep that one can get lost if he was not careful, peered at him below thick eyebrows. A pair of pink lips curved into a smile, making the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepens. Vash blinked at her. She looks familiar.
"Hello. Do I know you?"
"No. not until this moment. Now, stay still until I sew your wound up and bandage you."
"What?!" his eyes widened, and gulped at the thought a needle and thread going through his skin and flesh, and coming out the other side. He whimpered. "I had stitches before, but I was unconscious while having them, lady."
The woman laughed heartily and patted his cheek.
"Don't worry, my little typhoon. You won't feel a thing, I promise."
"I've seen promises broken before, miss." Vash mumbled in misery.
"A mother's promise then," she reached over to a table that's out of Vash's vision, got something, and stood over him. She began doing something. Vash blinked, gulping again. He closed his eyes tightly. She's threading it! Oh mother of god help me through it! He gritted his teeth in thought. He heard her sitting down on the edge of his bed. He braced himself of the needle, wherever it's going to pierce. He waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. Finally, he pried his left eyelid open, then his other eye. She was just sitting, staring at him. Her gentle face showed she was amused.
"Aren't you gonna sew me up?" he was puzzled. His mind is blank.
"I did. A long time ago," she laughed. "Told ya you won't feel a thing. The aesthetic in the old bandages were there to cool your burns down. Now that you're fine, the aesthetic numbed your wounds, so I didn't have to shoot numbing liquids into you."
"You said they were burns. Why did you need to sew it up?"
"Because it ripped when I was removing your old bandages. You toss and turn in your sleep, ya know? I need to put the bandages on now," she stood, grabbed another item on the unseen table, and Vash felt her hand on the back of his head. His head began to nod, and he perceived that she's bandaging him now.
"Miss? Are you going to be my nurse?""
"Yes, I am your nurse from the minute you came into the hospital to your first step outside."
"What is your name?"
"You may call me Mom," there was a hint of a smile when she said that.
"Mom?" he blinked at her suggestion.
"Yes?"
"Nothing…" he looked toward the window.
"There's a heavy sandstorm out there. Hope everyone got into buildings safely."
"Mom, where is the girl that came with me?"
"Girl?" she finished, and sat on the edge of his bed again. "From what I heard from the doc that brought you in, you were on the back of a tomas, and that's it. No other," she looked at Vash's frown. "Was there a girl with you?"
"Yes. She was the one who helped me onto the tomas."
"Hmm. Well, that reminds me. How did you get these burns?"
"Er…you won't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"Ok…" Vash told Mom the events at the cottage without using names. He wasn't sure if he could trust Mom. He had trusted Monev to be a normal girl. Was this a normal woman?
"Mmhmm," Mom blinked as the blonde man finished. "So, who are 'the short lady' and 'the tall brunette'?"
"Um…can I trust you?"
"Of course, dear."
"Promise?"
"Mother's promise. But I'm not making you." Vash nodded.
"I'll trust you. The Brunette's name is Milly Thompson. The other's Meryl Strife." Mom's face paled. She stood quickly. Vash looked up at her. "Mom? What's wrong?"
"I'll be back," her voice wavered a bit. She quickly walked out the wooden door. Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn't have…shit! He swung his real arm out to throw off the blanket covering him, but his arm just flopped up and smacked his nose. Damn that aesthetic! He tried moving his robot arm. It moved smoothly. That's ONE good thing about this thing. He placed his floppy arm back into the covers and sighed. Shit. Shit indeed.
"For once, you're actually thinking, boy."
"Yes, Father."
"Heal her up, and it'll be more fun. You really are my son." Chapel, now in his human form, rested a hand on Kenugre's shoulder.
"Thank you Father." Kenugre bounded the shoulder with bandage and herbs. Meryl lay unconscious on her spread out sleeping shirt on the floor of a cave. Kenugre tried not to look at her bloodstained white bra and panties. He tried not to notice her heaving chest. He took a tomas-skin blanket and laid it on top of her. Chapel's hand gripped his son's shoulder hard, and snarled.
"Why the hell you did that?"
"So she can heal faster, and that means we can have fun faster as well," Kenugre winced. His father's hand loosened.
"Yes, yes, I have forgotten," he stood, looking down at his son. "I'm gonna go hunting. You stay here and watch her."
"Yes, Father."
"Good boy." Chapel stalked out of the cave, chewing on his lip. He wanted to look at her more. Though small, her proportions are perfect. Snorting, he changed into his wolf form and trotted out, sniffing for tomases, or something. He set his jaw at the thought of tomas flesh. Same old food, every night. Ever since King Knives brought us here, those damn tomas are the only thing to eat, asides from humans. Growling, he approached a boulder. A thought occurred to him. Why not have a few of little foods?
Smiling to himself, he sniffed around the rock, and heard something move below the rock. Placing his front paws on the side of the boulder, he pushed, digging his hind paws into the sand. The large rock tipped over and rolled to a side. Dust rose as the green-stripped wolf righted himself. Sniffing through the brown cloud, he scented a wriggling batch of lizards, adults and eggs. He dived into the mass, driven by his watering mouth for taste.
Kenugre's round human ears perked, listening to the high-pitch screams of the lizards. He grimaced. He hated those screams. He sighed, and sat down beside the unconscious woman. He studied her face.
"Who ever you are…please forgive me. I hate this. I hate my father. I hate this world. I'm sorry…to get you into trouble. I'm sorry…about my father," he said to her, not sure if she could even hear him. He tilted his head, looking at her at different angles. "You're beautiful, human. I don't want to eat such a pretty creature. I don't want to hurt you. Please, forgive me."
He crawled over to her, placing a hand on her forehead and closed his eyes. He saw dark, purple clouds, signs of unconsciousness. He looked pass the clouds, and saw several blurry visions. A red blob with a yellow blotch on top of it was the strongest of them. Then he saw a darker figure that he recognized was a wolf. The rest were just splashes of colors, smells, and emotions. He opened his eyes and with drew his hand. His almond shaped eyes blinked. Who was that wolf? Decided to take a better look, he lowered his head till their forehead touched, and closed his eyes. Instantly, swirls of dark clouds engulfed him. It was cold. He half swam half ran through it, till the cloud thinned into a man. This man looked exactly like King Knives, except his hair and eyes are of a deeper shade. The tails of the man's red trench coat flared out in the unfelt winds of Meryl's mind. The man's fierce aqua eyes glared down the barrel of a big, silver handgun pointed straight at Kenugre. The man's eyes sent chills of fear down the young werewolf's spine. Then a column of silver light distorted the image of the man, and a bone-chilling howl filled Kenugre's ears.
"AAOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" a black wolf leapt from the column at Kenugre. Kenugre changed into a wolf and dived below the leaping wolf. He rolled into a fighting stance. If he died in the realm of minds, his body would be of no mind. He wouldn't like that. The black wolf disappeared in the blackness that surrounds them. Kneugre's pale green eyes scanned around him, his pointed ears swiveling around, constantly alert.
"Leave!" a whisper was screamed into his ears. He flattened his ears as his brain throbbed of the noise. His eyes watered from the pain. Sharp jaws clamped onto his throat, cutting off the air from his lungs. The whites of his eyes shone brightly as his swiped his clawed paws at nothing. Then the blackness began to turn white at the edges, and the whiteness swallowed up its opposite.
The blue sky slowly grew out of the back of her eyelids. Soft, fluffy clouds drifted lazily on gentle winds. Milly blinked, and sat up stiffly. She was covered with sand. Then a green leaf filled with water clear as diamond was placed on her sandy hands. Suddenly feeling thirsty, she gulped down the cool water. After finishing, she looked around to see who gave it to her.
"Good morning, miss," a boy about 12 sat on the bank of a clear pool of water. He had an old, worn bandage on his right cheek. He wore an off-white shirt with a pair of dirty brown overalls with a buckle missing.
"Good morning," Milly said, smiling. "Who are you?"
"M'name's Kait," he stuck out a grubby hand. "You?"
"Milly Thompson, nice to meet you Kait," she shook his hand. "Where are we?"
"Dunno," he shrugged. "I just wander. I was hiding here from that sandstorm when your tomas came up to me with you on it's back. These big, brown and green things blo—"
"Trees?"
"Yeah, those. Well, they blocked the wind, which was good. These really are trees?"
"Yup. And those small ones are bushes. I heard that once, they made little ball-like food called 'berries', though I'm not sure if that's true…"
"Green things are weird. Jerky?"
"No thank you. I'm just thirsty."
"That's no problem. There's plenty of water here," he motioned to the spring beside him.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself? Where are your parents?" Milly asked as she refilled her leaf.
"Oh, just going where I want to. I hope I'll bump into someone that I met before," he chewed on his jerky, not answering Milly's second question.
"Oh." Milly sipped her water, noticing he didn't answer her. She decided that was a touchy subject, so she won't go on.
"I wonder where these trees came from. Last time I past by here, it was bare as everywhere else," he took another bite of jerky.
"The town near here struck an underground lake."
"Lake?"
"A place where water from rivers are collected. Then, I guess the sand around here is full of seeds, and the water woke them up, or something."
"How do you know so much?"
"I listen to my teachers." She smiled.
"Oh. I had a teacher once. He told us about stuff, but he made it real boring, so I stopped going and I learnt from my da—uh, from my friends and my own experience," he looked away, playing with the sand. Milly nodded, finished her water, and began to scoop up water to clean her face. She bent over to reach for the end of her coat to wipe her face dry, when she felt her pajamas. She was still in her PJs. So she used her sleeves.
"Is the storm gone now?"
"Yeah, it's been gone since sunrise."
"Ok," she got up, brushing sand off. "I'll be going now. Thank you for your help Kait!"
"No problem, miss."
"Hope you well in your wanderings!" Milly turned, walking into the thick forest. She heard her tomas eating, and she followed the sounds. She found her tomas munching on the leaves of bush at the base of a tree. "Wolfy!"
"Hnnnng?" the tomas lifted his long head, his mouth full of the leaves. The leaves flew out his mouth when Milly came over and hugged him tight around the neck.
"I love you so much, Wolfy! Thank you! Maybe my honey's spirit must've gone into you!" she smiled, hoping what she said was true. The tomas snorted and shook his mane, but he rubbed his head affectionately against her shoulder. She has been a good mistress. She mounted him, and rode out of the forest. Instantly, the sun's light fell over them, warming their bodies. The town rested within the crest of trees. She hoped Vash is there, and chucked the worn reins.
Meryl gained conscious. She felt something hot on her forehead, and she smelled sweat. She snapped her eyes opened, staring at the closed eyelids of someone hovering over her, their foreheads touching. She blinked as this sinks into her still foggy mind, and her eyes widened when her senses came back to her.
"RAAAAAAHHHH!" she screamed with fury as her leg bent up and straightened, kicking the guy off her, and without missing a beat, she sat up, letting her right fist fly at his cheek. The young man was sent to a side, falling face first onto the cave floor. Meryl pants as she catches her breathe, and grimaced as pain shot from her shoulder to the far corners of her body.
Kenugre got up, rather shakily, from the ground, rubbing his left cheek, where a bruise was forming. Dirt stuck to the right side of his face. He lean against the wall, staring at Meryl in disbelief. Where did she come from?! Wait…I'm still alive! Damn that wolf, she nearly killed me. Then this human wakes up, she saved me! But she almost killed me as well…. Great, my head is starting to hurt…she saved me and killed me…should I thank her or knock her out again? She seems safer when she was out cold…
Meryl noticed him staring with those pale green eyes of his. She looked down, and turned red. She quickly covered herself as best as she could and glared up at him.
"Pervert!" she hugged herself tighter, a muscle under her left eye twitched. That seemed to snap Kenugre out of his thoughts.
"What?! You have a lot of nerve, human bitch! I was fixing your shoul—!"
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALLED ME?!" Meryl was on Kenugre in a flash, her hands around his neck, choking him. He stared wide-eyed at her as he toppled over under her weight. This unbalanced the furious Meryl as well, and Kenugre took advantage of that. He rolled so he was on top of her, one hand holding two of hers, and the other clasped tightly over her mouth. He perked his ears, trying to hear if his father is coming back. Before long though, Meryl bit down hard into his palm. Tears welled up in his eyes as he suppressed his yelp into a squeak.
"SHHHHHH!!"
"MmmphnnnMMMM!!" she wouldn't let go of his hand. He closed his eyes, concentrating on his ears. He tried to drown out the woman, but still her constant growling made it hard for him. He burrowed his brows together, until he heard the unmistakable sound of pawsteps and the dragging of a large carcass. In a panic, he scooped up Meryl, letting go of her hands, and headed off deeper into the cave, his hand still over Meryl's mouth.