(I didn't plan to write anymore of this actually, but this character won't stop haunting me. It's like she is demanding her tale be told. First off I would like to give credit and thanks my friend Mairead. She edited this for me because lets face it I am dumb ~Grins~ also a shout out to all my fan girl friends on the Ninja Turtle board I belong to. You all know who you are and you all inspire me to keep believing. Lastly thanks to Bones. If they didn't create "Wolf's Rain" This work never would have been born. Enjoy! Comments are very welcome; the only way I can ever get better is to learn from my many mistakes!)
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"Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down.
Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom.
Reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing.
You still are blind, if you see a winding road,
'Cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end."
-Wind "Naruto"
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Wind
She would in no way ever forget the never-ending blue sky. Running, speeding along forest paths that only her kind knew. Jumping up into the air to nip at nothing out of the pure joy of simply being alive, for this was being Lupus. They were neither human nor animal, wild nor tamed, they just...were. Her life was dictated by one idea, to be loyal to her pack. Everything else was just living.
Man changed their world. They were slowly corrupting it, destroying it, but all of this had started before she had even been born, blinking at the harsh light, new from her mother's womb. Their kind the Lupus was changing. Other things, passions, wanton desires were becoming more important then their families. She neither knew this nor cared, she was young and happy. She ran with her tail high, or her hair blowing in the wind. Choosing whichever form suited her whim at the moment.
The sun was warm. She lay under a young oak and stared into the sky. Close by she could scent her pack, bothers, sisters, her beloved father and mother. The world was calm and she yawned, startling a bee buzzing lazily around a flower near her paws. Life was simple and good.
She woke from her dream with a start. Confused because she neither felt ground under her, nor the warm body of another wolf. She raised her head, she was in a bed, that was plain, but she wasn't certain how she had gotten there. Memories flooded back into her clouded mind and her heart broke with pain all over again. There was a reason her Father was not at her side and she had just begun to recall it.
Even in human form as she was now she whined in a very animal way and curled into a tight ball. Her Father was all she had left in the world, without him was it even worth continuing? Someone had thought so for they had brought her here instead of leaving her in the alley to perish. She looked around again, her heart was still heavy but suddenly she was fearful. Not for herself so much as her kind. If someone with no scruples had found her and was keeping her to discover what she was, this could pose one of the greatest threats to the Lupus existence. The cardinal rule of her kind was to never be discovered, because you not only put your pack in danger but your whole species. It was a known fact human's hate what they don't understand and they certainly wouldn't like creatures such as themselves that could blend with human kind and mingle without people knowing.
The air was full of odd scents, she couldn't place the smell, but the odor seemed to be more of a home then a lab. She pushed herself up on her elbows, body tense straining to listen. She gasped ever so slightly at the sight that met her from across the room. She had almost forgotten the other creatures that had been in the alleyway with her. In fact she might have almost doubted her memory recalling them, beings so unlike her own, both animal and human at the same time. No lines drawn like they were for her species. Yet one sat across from her, dozing lightly. She studied him, his finely toned body. She has witnessed them ready and willing for combat and even as assured as she was in her fighting ability she would hesitate to challenge one such as the turtle in front of her. He was built for battle. Muscles relaxed now but ready to tense at any moment, ready to strike. Yet, he was the one she had landing upon, the one in the blue mask and it was his eyes. So serious, yet so pure in intentions, that had staved off her attacking him.
She moved just the tiniest amount. Stretching her stiff muscles and was not surprised when his eyes shot open, he after all was a warrior, much like herself. Two pairs of brown eyes met, both full of wonder about the other. He spoke first.
"So your awake?" He seemed to be studying her. Trying to gage her next action before she approached it. She too was studying him, trying to understand what had brought him to rescue her as he had.
"Yes, my kind, we recover quickly." She noted his expression change as she mentioned "her kind". He clearly was curious about what she spoke of, but was holding off pressuring her for information for the moment.
"Yes we couldn't help but notice you were a little different from your average human back there." There was a rueful smile on his face; he leaned back in the chair, now both of them were trying to dissect the other openly.
"As are you..." Once again she openly admired him, she was impressed by the power built into his frame. He could have taken down even a very strong alpha male in a regular pack. A very impressive feat. She watched as he flushed under her admiring gaze. He seemed to withdraw a little as if he wasn't sure how to handle such open admiration of himself.
"Yes, well..." He turned his face away from hers for a moment looking like he was trying to disregard the way she was studying him. She searched around her; the room was stone and damp. It smelled odd, not like an apartment or house.
"Where are we?" She asked bluntly, sniffing the air still trying to detect a familiar scent. His face turned back to hers, brown eyes glowing slightly in the soft candlelight of the room.
"Our home is in the sewer system. My brother Donatello, has ridged us up an excellent arrangement that gives us more comforts them most high rise, Manhattan apartments." There was undeniable pride in his voice as he spoke. "We have worked very hard to build what we have."
"So you aren't trying to hurt me?" His words soothed her. They indeed were in a home then and not some place of scientific discovery. Still she still felt a bit distrustful, not quiet understanding what intentions this man could have. Why he would have helped her, a complete stranger to himself. She suspected that him and the others that had been with him had to have a code similar to hers. After all they were just as much in danger of being persecuted as she was.
"Why would you even ask that?" The turtle looked appalled. "What honor is there in hurting a guest in our home?"
She seemed to think about this question for a while. The turtle watched her, struggling with too many emotions ravaging through her body. He had been stunned that she had thought they might be trying to injury her in some way, but understood. Were the situations reversed and had he awoken in some unknown's home the first thought that would have entered his mind also would have been there intentions. Her small face was drawn with worry and he couldn't help but study it. She was very pretty, he and his bothers had all agreed to this fact when they had brought her home. Even thought he had not vocalized his impressions of her. He could only imagine the reaction that would have gotten. He was their stoic leader, unbending in will and not one to drool over attractive members of the opposite sex. No, Michaelangelo and even Raphael in a small portion handled that enough for all of them.
No he kept his thoughts to himself, but still the way she had been gazing at him a moment before was almost unnerving. Even if she was different like him, he still couldn't understand the open admiration for his body she had been giving him. He had never had a women look at him like that before. He was confused and so lost in thought it took him a moment to notice that the girl in front of him was silently crying.
"And what of my Father's body?" She could barely get the words out; she had allowed her mind to wander back to what seemed like just a few hours ago. When she had walked into the alleyway and seen one of the most horrible sights to ever meet her eyes.
He didn't know what to say, he simply froze looking at her. He had sent Raphael back as she had slept to look for the body, but it had already been gone. Donatello was now watching the news to see if anything was said about the crime. Yet he, Leonardo didn't know what to answer her because he knew what she needed right now was reassurance not more questions.
She took his silence as an answer that he didn't know. Her face tightened more and she whimpered. "I need to know that he's not in some lab somewhere." She looked at him desperately. "I'm sorry..." She moved to rise off the bed and was shocked by the speed in which he stood. He laid his hands on both of her shoulders, holding her lightly, shaking his head.
"That isn't a good idea, you shouldn't just run off haphazard on your own." His voice was commanding yet soothing. He felt pity for her. He and his bothers too had times when their Father had been taken from them, disappeared so that they weren't sure what had occurred. While it wasn't exactly the same because she knew her Father had passed and didn't have so many open ended questions, he also knew couldn't have bared the lose of being able to give his Father the proper burial. His final respects and a goodbye. He too would have felt robbed if he had lost this chance. Still running off into the dark streets of New York City without a plan was not going to help this matter. Even if she was desperate with the worry that someone had found her Father's body and was using it for their own selfish means, what good would come of her running off unmindful and being captured herself. He stood; she sat on her knees on the bed looking up at him. There eyes warring with one another for power. Dangerously close, he could feel her heat.
She was hurt he didn't understand how important this was. She needed to find out about her Father, not even so much for her, but for the safety of her fellow Lupus. She thought of his flushing face and knew there might be one way in which she could set him off balance to escape. Lunging forward she could feel him tense ready to push her back, but she didn't stress far enough to even try to break his arm hold on her. Instead she pushed her lips hard against his. She could almost taste the uncertainties in his body. She could feel the power in the situation shifting towards her. He might be a warrior, he might be strong, but she could feel his desire welling within him ever so slightly. His grasp on shoulders loosening with confusion. She wrapped two slender arms around his neck deepening the kiss, stepping off the bed and turning his body ever so slightly with her. She had coaxed his tongue out of his mouth and was lightly sucking on it, feeling him relax around her. She pulled away just a little breaking the kiss, there faces almost touching still to look up into his eyes. She could see mystification written clearly in his features and felt a little guilty for the next action she was about to take.
"I'm sorry." She murmured, nuzzling him lightly. "Please don't take this the wrong way." In a flash the solid human form in his arms became a much smaller
She-wolf that fell to the floor. Leonardo stood looking stunned but only for a moment, he watched her turn and with a whip of her tail dash for the door. It was open only the tiniest bit but her paws dug into the crack and it flew open. She could hear him only steps behind her. He was yelling something but she ignored the words.
She was in a larger room now; it was brighter with florescent lights. She could see another doorway straight across and gambled it was the way out, because it seemed darker and had a stronger smell coming from it. Her canine legs carried her as fast they could across the open expanse of the sewer den. She could hear the footsteps of not only Leonardo behind her but others as well. Her tail drawn up like a proud banner she leapt against the doorway feeling freedom only moment away, but instead felt her body collide with something and two arm grasping her tight. Her lupine eyes looked up to find herself face to muzzle with the turtle in the red bandana.
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"Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down.
Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom.
Reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing.
You still are blind, if you see a winding road,
'Cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end."
-Wind "Naruto"
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Wind
She would in no way ever forget the never-ending blue sky. Running, speeding along forest paths that only her kind knew. Jumping up into the air to nip at nothing out of the pure joy of simply being alive, for this was being Lupus. They were neither human nor animal, wild nor tamed, they just...were. Her life was dictated by one idea, to be loyal to her pack. Everything else was just living.
Man changed their world. They were slowly corrupting it, destroying it, but all of this had started before she had even been born, blinking at the harsh light, new from her mother's womb. Their kind the Lupus was changing. Other things, passions, wanton desires were becoming more important then their families. She neither knew this nor cared, she was young and happy. She ran with her tail high, or her hair blowing in the wind. Choosing whichever form suited her whim at the moment.
The sun was warm. She lay under a young oak and stared into the sky. Close by she could scent her pack, bothers, sisters, her beloved father and mother. The world was calm and she yawned, startling a bee buzzing lazily around a flower near her paws. Life was simple and good.
She woke from her dream with a start. Confused because she neither felt ground under her, nor the warm body of another wolf. She raised her head, she was in a bed, that was plain, but she wasn't certain how she had gotten there. Memories flooded back into her clouded mind and her heart broke with pain all over again. There was a reason her Father was not at her side and she had just begun to recall it.
Even in human form as she was now she whined in a very animal way and curled into a tight ball. Her Father was all she had left in the world, without him was it even worth continuing? Someone had thought so for they had brought her here instead of leaving her in the alley to perish. She looked around again, her heart was still heavy but suddenly she was fearful. Not for herself so much as her kind. If someone with no scruples had found her and was keeping her to discover what she was, this could pose one of the greatest threats to the Lupus existence. The cardinal rule of her kind was to never be discovered, because you not only put your pack in danger but your whole species. It was a known fact human's hate what they don't understand and they certainly wouldn't like creatures such as themselves that could blend with human kind and mingle without people knowing.
The air was full of odd scents, she couldn't place the smell, but the odor seemed to be more of a home then a lab. She pushed herself up on her elbows, body tense straining to listen. She gasped ever so slightly at the sight that met her from across the room. She had almost forgotten the other creatures that had been in the alleyway with her. In fact she might have almost doubted her memory recalling them, beings so unlike her own, both animal and human at the same time. No lines drawn like they were for her species. Yet one sat across from her, dozing lightly. She studied him, his finely toned body. She has witnessed them ready and willing for combat and even as assured as she was in her fighting ability she would hesitate to challenge one such as the turtle in front of her. He was built for battle. Muscles relaxed now but ready to tense at any moment, ready to strike. Yet, he was the one she had landing upon, the one in the blue mask and it was his eyes. So serious, yet so pure in intentions, that had staved off her attacking him.
She moved just the tiniest amount. Stretching her stiff muscles and was not surprised when his eyes shot open, he after all was a warrior, much like herself. Two pairs of brown eyes met, both full of wonder about the other. He spoke first.
"So your awake?" He seemed to be studying her. Trying to gage her next action before she approached it. She too was studying him, trying to understand what had brought him to rescue her as he had.
"Yes, my kind, we recover quickly." She noted his expression change as she mentioned "her kind". He clearly was curious about what she spoke of, but was holding off pressuring her for information for the moment.
"Yes we couldn't help but notice you were a little different from your average human back there." There was a rueful smile on his face; he leaned back in the chair, now both of them were trying to dissect the other openly.
"As are you..." Once again she openly admired him, she was impressed by the power built into his frame. He could have taken down even a very strong alpha male in a regular pack. A very impressive feat. She watched as he flushed under her admiring gaze. He seemed to withdraw a little as if he wasn't sure how to handle such open admiration of himself.
"Yes, well..." He turned his face away from hers for a moment looking like he was trying to disregard the way she was studying him. She searched around her; the room was stone and damp. It smelled odd, not like an apartment or house.
"Where are we?" She asked bluntly, sniffing the air still trying to detect a familiar scent. His face turned back to hers, brown eyes glowing slightly in the soft candlelight of the room.
"Our home is in the sewer system. My brother Donatello, has ridged us up an excellent arrangement that gives us more comforts them most high rise, Manhattan apartments." There was undeniable pride in his voice as he spoke. "We have worked very hard to build what we have."
"So you aren't trying to hurt me?" His words soothed her. They indeed were in a home then and not some place of scientific discovery. Still she still felt a bit distrustful, not quiet understanding what intentions this man could have. Why he would have helped her, a complete stranger to himself. She suspected that him and the others that had been with him had to have a code similar to hers. After all they were just as much in danger of being persecuted as she was.
"Why would you even ask that?" The turtle looked appalled. "What honor is there in hurting a guest in our home?"
She seemed to think about this question for a while. The turtle watched her, struggling with too many emotions ravaging through her body. He had been stunned that she had thought they might be trying to injury her in some way, but understood. Were the situations reversed and had he awoken in some unknown's home the first thought that would have entered his mind also would have been there intentions. Her small face was drawn with worry and he couldn't help but study it. She was very pretty, he and his bothers had all agreed to this fact when they had brought her home. Even thought he had not vocalized his impressions of her. He could only imagine the reaction that would have gotten. He was their stoic leader, unbending in will and not one to drool over attractive members of the opposite sex. No, Michaelangelo and even Raphael in a small portion handled that enough for all of them.
No he kept his thoughts to himself, but still the way she had been gazing at him a moment before was almost unnerving. Even if she was different like him, he still couldn't understand the open admiration for his body she had been giving him. He had never had a women look at him like that before. He was confused and so lost in thought it took him a moment to notice that the girl in front of him was silently crying.
"And what of my Father's body?" She could barely get the words out; she had allowed her mind to wander back to what seemed like just a few hours ago. When she had walked into the alleyway and seen one of the most horrible sights to ever meet her eyes.
He didn't know what to say, he simply froze looking at her. He had sent Raphael back as she had slept to look for the body, but it had already been gone. Donatello was now watching the news to see if anything was said about the crime. Yet he, Leonardo didn't know what to answer her because he knew what she needed right now was reassurance not more questions.
She took his silence as an answer that he didn't know. Her face tightened more and she whimpered. "I need to know that he's not in some lab somewhere." She looked at him desperately. "I'm sorry..." She moved to rise off the bed and was shocked by the speed in which he stood. He laid his hands on both of her shoulders, holding her lightly, shaking his head.
"That isn't a good idea, you shouldn't just run off haphazard on your own." His voice was commanding yet soothing. He felt pity for her. He and his bothers too had times when their Father had been taken from them, disappeared so that they weren't sure what had occurred. While it wasn't exactly the same because she knew her Father had passed and didn't have so many open ended questions, he also knew couldn't have bared the lose of being able to give his Father the proper burial. His final respects and a goodbye. He too would have felt robbed if he had lost this chance. Still running off into the dark streets of New York City without a plan was not going to help this matter. Even if she was desperate with the worry that someone had found her Father's body and was using it for their own selfish means, what good would come of her running off unmindful and being captured herself. He stood; she sat on her knees on the bed looking up at him. There eyes warring with one another for power. Dangerously close, he could feel her heat.
She was hurt he didn't understand how important this was. She needed to find out about her Father, not even so much for her, but for the safety of her fellow Lupus. She thought of his flushing face and knew there might be one way in which she could set him off balance to escape. Lunging forward she could feel him tense ready to push her back, but she didn't stress far enough to even try to break his arm hold on her. Instead she pushed her lips hard against his. She could almost taste the uncertainties in his body. She could feel the power in the situation shifting towards her. He might be a warrior, he might be strong, but she could feel his desire welling within him ever so slightly. His grasp on shoulders loosening with confusion. She wrapped two slender arms around his neck deepening the kiss, stepping off the bed and turning his body ever so slightly with her. She had coaxed his tongue out of his mouth and was lightly sucking on it, feeling him relax around her. She pulled away just a little breaking the kiss, there faces almost touching still to look up into his eyes. She could see mystification written clearly in his features and felt a little guilty for the next action she was about to take.
"I'm sorry." She murmured, nuzzling him lightly. "Please don't take this the wrong way." In a flash the solid human form in his arms became a much smaller
She-wolf that fell to the floor. Leonardo stood looking stunned but only for a moment, he watched her turn and with a whip of her tail dash for the door. It was open only the tiniest bit but her paws dug into the crack and it flew open. She could hear him only steps behind her. He was yelling something but she ignored the words.
She was in a larger room now; it was brighter with florescent lights. She could see another doorway straight across and gambled it was the way out, because it seemed darker and had a stronger smell coming from it. Her canine legs carried her as fast they could across the open expanse of the sewer den. She could hear the footsteps of not only Leonardo behind her but others as well. Her tail drawn up like a proud banner she leapt against the doorway feeling freedom only moment away, but instead felt her body collide with something and two arm grasping her tight. Her lupine eyes looked up to find herself face to muzzle with the turtle in the red bandana.
