Title: Daughter of A Wolf
Author: Nyx
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only created Calypso Oyama, everything else belongs to Marvel or who ever owns the X-men.
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Chapter One: Calypso
"And then you came here, Miss. Oyama?"
"Yes, that's exactly what happened." Charles Xavier looked over at the mutant. He could sense she had gone through horrors that most people, most mutants, could never imagine. The girl was maybe 16-years-old but she had the hard edge of an adult and a serious look in her face. Her eyes were brown and Asian like her mother with long straight black hair. And like her mother she was beautiful graceful and just as hard and distant. She wasn't entirely Japanese, only half, so her Asian features were toned down and softened mixed with other cultures she didn't know of. She contained her animalistic, agressive behavior which had come from both of her parents. "I didn't have any where else to go." She said more softly after a moment of silence and yet never looking any where but straight at the Professor, never letting her guard down, and never letting him know more than she wanted him too.
"I see," He paused taking his time to complete take in this new situation. "When Striker died you didn't come here right away, did you?"
"No, after he was killed it took some time for his men that were watching me to realize that he wasn't coming back, but by that time they had stopped giving me the serum that enabled them to control me. I escaped." She looked down at her hands, fingernails that were seemingly painted silver. She hadn't been exposed to many non-violent humans in her life and she wasn't used to talking to them either. But she felt she could trust this mutant who believed that humans and mutants could co-exist. Something she never thought possible.
"And after you escaped?"
"I found out that Lady Death Strike was killed, she was my only link there so I decided to come here."
"Lady Death Strike was your mother wasn't she?"
"Yes she was."
"You don't seem to be moved by her loss."
"I didn't know her and I've only seen her on two occasions. After I was born Striker took me away from her and I never new my father."
"Do you have any idea who your father is?"
"Don't you already know that? You're a telepath."
"I am, but I think it's better not to snoop around in people's brains."
"My father was another one of Striker's experiments. He was the first mutant to have an adamantium skeleton. Striker thought it would be creative to mate him and my mother to see what powers their child would posses." She said distastefully as she remembered Striker and his love for experimentation. "I'm as strong as both of my parents, I have their healing ability, their sight, their sense of smell and hearing. When I reached childhood I was old enough to be situated with an adamantium skeleton like theirs."
"And your father Calypso, do you know your father's name?"
"Yes, it's Wolverine."
Author: Nyx
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only created Calypso Oyama, everything else belongs to Marvel or who ever owns the X-men.
Feed Back: Yes'm.
Chapter One: Calypso
"And then you came here, Miss. Oyama?"
"Yes, that's exactly what happened." Charles Xavier looked over at the mutant. He could sense she had gone through horrors that most people, most mutants, could never imagine. The girl was maybe 16-years-old but she had the hard edge of an adult and a serious look in her face. Her eyes were brown and Asian like her mother with long straight black hair. And like her mother she was beautiful graceful and just as hard and distant. She wasn't entirely Japanese, only half, so her Asian features were toned down and softened mixed with other cultures she didn't know of. She contained her animalistic, agressive behavior which had come from both of her parents. "I didn't have any where else to go." She said more softly after a moment of silence and yet never looking any where but straight at the Professor, never letting her guard down, and never letting him know more than she wanted him too.
"I see," He paused taking his time to complete take in this new situation. "When Striker died you didn't come here right away, did you?"
"No, after he was killed it took some time for his men that were watching me to realize that he wasn't coming back, but by that time they had stopped giving me the serum that enabled them to control me. I escaped." She looked down at her hands, fingernails that were seemingly painted silver. She hadn't been exposed to many non-violent humans in her life and she wasn't used to talking to them either. But she felt she could trust this mutant who believed that humans and mutants could co-exist. Something she never thought possible.
"And after you escaped?"
"I found out that Lady Death Strike was killed, she was my only link there so I decided to come here."
"Lady Death Strike was your mother wasn't she?"
"Yes she was."
"You don't seem to be moved by her loss."
"I didn't know her and I've only seen her on two occasions. After I was born Striker took me away from her and I never new my father."
"Do you have any idea who your father is?"
"Don't you already know that? You're a telepath."
"I am, but I think it's better not to snoop around in people's brains."
"My father was another one of Striker's experiments. He was the first mutant to have an adamantium skeleton. Striker thought it would be creative to mate him and my mother to see what powers their child would posses." She said distastefully as she remembered Striker and his love for experimentation. "I'm as strong as both of my parents, I have their healing ability, their sight, their sense of smell and hearing. When I reached childhood I was old enough to be situated with an adamantium skeleton like theirs."
"And your father Calypso, do you know your father's name?"
"Yes, it's Wolverine."