The grey/black wolf gently swereved , her green eyes staring forth as she
stared into the storm, lightning crashed near by and she was frightened
back, falling into a river as lightning striked it, leaving it nearly dead.
As an old lady passed she frowned and touched the wolf.
Please.. the wolf thought, let me live! The old woman pulled away and walked hom, muttering poor thing.
The wolf sniffed, "I would do anything to live.." it said through mutters but the oldlady couldn't understand. She felt astrange sensation in her hind legs and it moved up and she felt stregth return to her. She climbed out and looked down at her feet, they were pale and long, like a humans, her legs were bare with no fur and she looked at her hands, she had thuimbs. She sat, shivering as she sat, damp and cold in the torm, her bare body vaulnarable to the rain. She didn't know how, everytime she tried she fell, so she cried. A 16-year old blonde boy came walking down the road, a trench coat drapped over his normal clothes and an umbrella in on hand, then he saw her, she had black hair with grey streaks, to her feet it looked, she was on the ground holding her legs, crying into them as she shivered in the rain, from the looks of it she had no clothes.
He raised a brow and took his coat off, rushing over to her he sat and nudged her softly. She turned her green eyes. She was around his age. She looked at him and he pointed to the trench coat and drapped it over her shoulders and she put it on, and buttoned it up (with great trouble) as she had seen other humans do.
" What happened?" he asked and she just widened her eyes and cried. He sighed and helped her up, walking her down to his house."Whats your name?" he asked. She was shooked, she understood him. She looked at him, not sure what to say, she could read human signs, and knew thier letters becuse of things scattered around her grandfathers den but she never understood thier speech.She also understood thier numbers and how they added, and things becuse she ment a dog before who told her about thier owners 'hoomiork'. He shoke his head, and pointed at himself, "Quatre Quuatre."
"Kootray?" She said. He shook his head. "Quatre,' he repeated.
"Quatre" she repeated.He nodded and she felt herself bare her teeth. But she wasn't mad, she was pleased, he did the same and she thought for a second that it must mean 'good' or 'happy' or something. She pointed at her self and said her own name, "Iris." He nodded and said, "Iris". He helped her take of the trench coat, looking away, not letting his eyes stray back to her vaulnarable body then he wuickly pulled a shirt over her head that served as a short dress that went down to her knees. He showed her the couch then went into his own room and took off h is clothes, putting on a pair of boxers. He layed down and fell asleep as Irirs stood up and walked silently into his room, she layed down with him and set her head down on his chest. He jered awake and sat up quickly, lookingdown at her he felt himself blush in suprise. Iris looked up and noticed his face turning slightly red and she didn't know why but she laughed and he layed back down. She slowly placed her head back down on his chest and they fell asleep. In the morning when they woke up Quatre called his sister.
"Hello Sis?" he siad.
"Yeah Quatre?" she asked.
"I found this girl and shes really strange, she doesnt talk and I don't think she knows how to get dressed. She doesn't have any clothes and um I don't know what to do." Quatre said.
"Okay, I'll be right there." she said. A few minutes later she showed up and took her into the bathroom, Quatre was already dressed and he told her he would come back in a minute after he got Trowa. When they came back she was still struggling with Iris' dress. When she finshed she smilled, "there, now you look nice."
Iris looked down, annoyed at the clothes that hung off of her like fake- fur. "Come on,"she said and smilled slyly. "Quatre will like it, why don't you go show him." She had found that the girl had developed a liking, maybe a fondness, for her little brother, and that was fine with her becuse she wanted him to find a girlfriend, she didn't even know if he KISSED anyone yet. She opened the door and they both walked out, Iris looked at Quatre and smilled, something she was still not use to and Quatre smilled back.
"You look nice Iris," he said and Iris felt herself turn red. She looked down at her feet, (she now had shoes on). Trowa came in and looked at her.
"Hey Quatre," he said, "whos the girl." He said and smilled, walking over to her. She moved behind Quatre's sister, afraid of this new person.
"Heh, she knows a weasle when she sees one," Quatre's sister laughed.
"Your just mad cuz' I won't go out with you," he said.
"Im the one who said no." she replied codly.She grabbed Iris by the hand and pulled her out, "Im taking Iris out to try and teach her to talk, anyway we don't want TROWA'S influence affecting her (oops' there I go bashing Trowa again'.) Iris waved bye to Quatre as she was pulled out the door. Trowa hung out with Quatre the rest of the day. When they came back Iris was speaking perfect English. "it was easy, she is a very quick learner. She KNEW how to write and all the letters so I just helped her learn the sounds and gave her a dictionary!" (I KNOW! Its totally un real, just let it pass! Okay! What was I SUPOSE to do spend the whole fic making her learn or pointing and stuff?) "Then we went shopping. She still isn't the best at putting clothes on so you might have to help her until she gets the hang of it," she added.
"But- but shes a girl." Quatre said and looked at his sister. Trowa snikered and looked at the girl.
"I'll take her," he said and Quatre looked at him.
"No," Quatre said, "I can take care of it." Iris sat down next to Quatre, it seemed the more she learnded about humans the more this funny feeling in her stomache grew when she was near him. Trowa stood up and streached, "I think its time I left." he said and walked out. Shortly after his sister left to and they began to talk. "Where do you live?" he asked. "I live in the forest," she said, "I did live with my grandfather, but he died so I lived alone, avoiding the other wo- people." she said. "You used to be able to talk?" he asked.
"N-no, my grandfather was deaf so we wrote to eachother," she said, she had made this story up in her head as an excuse. He shook his head and said, "Its geeting late," he said, avoiding her eyes.
Please.. the wolf thought, let me live! The old woman pulled away and walked hom, muttering poor thing.
The wolf sniffed, "I would do anything to live.." it said through mutters but the oldlady couldn't understand. She felt astrange sensation in her hind legs and it moved up and she felt stregth return to her. She climbed out and looked down at her feet, they were pale and long, like a humans, her legs were bare with no fur and she looked at her hands, she had thuimbs. She sat, shivering as she sat, damp and cold in the torm, her bare body vaulnarable to the rain. She didn't know how, everytime she tried she fell, so she cried. A 16-year old blonde boy came walking down the road, a trench coat drapped over his normal clothes and an umbrella in on hand, then he saw her, she had black hair with grey streaks, to her feet it looked, she was on the ground holding her legs, crying into them as she shivered in the rain, from the looks of it she had no clothes.
He raised a brow and took his coat off, rushing over to her he sat and nudged her softly. She turned her green eyes. She was around his age. She looked at him and he pointed to the trench coat and drapped it over her shoulders and she put it on, and buttoned it up (with great trouble) as she had seen other humans do.
" What happened?" he asked and she just widened her eyes and cried. He sighed and helped her up, walking her down to his house."Whats your name?" he asked. She was shooked, she understood him. She looked at him, not sure what to say, she could read human signs, and knew thier letters becuse of things scattered around her grandfathers den but she never understood thier speech.She also understood thier numbers and how they added, and things becuse she ment a dog before who told her about thier owners 'hoomiork'. He shoke his head, and pointed at himself, "Quatre Quuatre."
"Kootray?" She said. He shook his head. "Quatre,' he repeated.
"Quatre" she repeated.He nodded and she felt herself bare her teeth. But she wasn't mad, she was pleased, he did the same and she thought for a second that it must mean 'good' or 'happy' or something. She pointed at her self and said her own name, "Iris." He nodded and said, "Iris". He helped her take of the trench coat, looking away, not letting his eyes stray back to her vaulnarable body then he wuickly pulled a shirt over her head that served as a short dress that went down to her knees. He showed her the couch then went into his own room and took off h is clothes, putting on a pair of boxers. He layed down and fell asleep as Irirs stood up and walked silently into his room, she layed down with him and set her head down on his chest. He jered awake and sat up quickly, lookingdown at her he felt himself blush in suprise. Iris looked up and noticed his face turning slightly red and she didn't know why but she laughed and he layed back down. She slowly placed her head back down on his chest and they fell asleep. In the morning when they woke up Quatre called his sister.
"Hello Sis?" he siad.
"Yeah Quatre?" she asked.
"I found this girl and shes really strange, she doesnt talk and I don't think she knows how to get dressed. She doesn't have any clothes and um I don't know what to do." Quatre said.
"Okay, I'll be right there." she said. A few minutes later she showed up and took her into the bathroom, Quatre was already dressed and he told her he would come back in a minute after he got Trowa. When they came back she was still struggling with Iris' dress. When she finshed she smilled, "there, now you look nice."
Iris looked down, annoyed at the clothes that hung off of her like fake- fur. "Come on,"she said and smilled slyly. "Quatre will like it, why don't you go show him." She had found that the girl had developed a liking, maybe a fondness, for her little brother, and that was fine with her becuse she wanted him to find a girlfriend, she didn't even know if he KISSED anyone yet. She opened the door and they both walked out, Iris looked at Quatre and smilled, something she was still not use to and Quatre smilled back.
"You look nice Iris," he said and Iris felt herself turn red. She looked down at her feet, (she now had shoes on). Trowa came in and looked at her.
"Hey Quatre," he said, "whos the girl." He said and smilled, walking over to her. She moved behind Quatre's sister, afraid of this new person.
"Heh, she knows a weasle when she sees one," Quatre's sister laughed.
"Your just mad cuz' I won't go out with you," he said.
"Im the one who said no." she replied codly.She grabbed Iris by the hand and pulled her out, "Im taking Iris out to try and teach her to talk, anyway we don't want TROWA'S influence affecting her (oops' there I go bashing Trowa again'.) Iris waved bye to Quatre as she was pulled out the door. Trowa hung out with Quatre the rest of the day. When they came back Iris was speaking perfect English. "it was easy, she is a very quick learner. She KNEW how to write and all the letters so I just helped her learn the sounds and gave her a dictionary!" (I KNOW! Its totally un real, just let it pass! Okay! What was I SUPOSE to do spend the whole fic making her learn or pointing and stuff?) "Then we went shopping. She still isn't the best at putting clothes on so you might have to help her until she gets the hang of it," she added.
"But- but shes a girl." Quatre said and looked at his sister. Trowa snikered and looked at the girl.
"I'll take her," he said and Quatre looked at him.
"No," Quatre said, "I can take care of it." Iris sat down next to Quatre, it seemed the more she learnded about humans the more this funny feeling in her stomache grew when she was near him. Trowa stood up and streached, "I think its time I left." he said and walked out. Shortly after his sister left to and they began to talk. "Where do you live?" he asked. "I live in the forest," she said, "I did live with my grandfather, but he died so I lived alone, avoiding the other wo- people." she said. "You used to be able to talk?" he asked.
"N-no, my grandfather was deaf so we wrote to eachother," she said, she had made this story up in her head as an excuse. He shook his head and said, "Its geeting late," he said, avoiding her eyes.