Wow, someone actually came to read the second chapter! *Gasp!* Now that
you're here. *Glues your hands together, ties you to a chair and tapes your
eyes open.* You are doomed to read this fanfiction forever!
Muahahahahahaha*cough*haha. ha. Ok, burst of insanity over. Sorry it took
so long, I was being lazy. Just read the second chapter and tell me what
you think.
Overview: A quick progress report of how San is developing. It mostly shows the interest in leaving the den she has. I'd have written more, but once I got down to the point that is now the ending of this chapter, I decided it would be better to put that more into the next chapter instead of this one.
Copy Write: I don't own any of these characters. Princess Mononoke is a film by Hayao Miyazaki (But you would probably already know that if you're reading this.). I command you to go and watch all of his beauteous works, or I shall smite you. Once again: Lupin III is the only one you can get away with for not watching. I despise that show. o.
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A great yawn emerged from Moro's mouth as she blinked sleep away from her eyes. It had been years since she had taken in the human whom she had named San, and still she remained with her. Why did this wolf continue to keep a human in her presence? Surely she had been able to think up something within the course of 8 years. Well, she had. After much hard thinking, she had decided to keep San as her own child, and raise her as if she were one of the wolves themselves. She had always wanted a daughter, after all.
A few months after Moro had brought home this little bundle of joy, the young pups had quickly accepted their new sister. They surpassed her in age easily, but for the sons of a Goddess, they were still quite young, too young even to be called Gods themselves. It was customary that whenever the offspring of a God chose a name for himself, he would join his parents in watching over life and all that was given for them to command. As Moro observed, however, it would be quite a while before they picked names.
Knowing that San was only human, the great white wolf had picked a name for her. Humans weren't smart enough to pick their own names. Besides, Moro needed some way to let her know she was speaking to her. She was quite impressed at how quick this human had learned her name and place. After the day she had named her, in order to get this curious girl to stop what she was doing, all the Goddess needed to do was let out a quick bark and yell, "San!"
Everyday, Moro would spend all her time in the cave unless she needed to get food or it was very important. In that case, she would leave her sons with young San to keep watch over her. The girl never asked questions and didn't mind whenever her wolf mother left the den. Somehow, Moro got the feeling that San knew what she was doing when she wasn't at the den. It must have been obvious when every time she came back home she had a dead animal in her mouth. The human must have figured somewhere within her young mind that hunting was indeed the thing the wolf Goddess was doing. It was disguised very well when it wasn't.
After five years, Moro found it safe enough to leave San in the den while she took her two boys out to hunt and train them for when the war against the humans finally did happen. Whenever the little girl saw her family leaving, she would immideatly rush over to Moro and bite her hind leg gently, then yell out her request with the squeakiness of a child, but the demand of a wolf. "Why can't I come, mother? I wanna learn to hunt too!"
"San, you are too young to hunt. For now you must wait here until we return. You are never to leave the cave unless it is with one of us. One day I will take you hunting, but that day is not today." She would always reply with the same answer, nuzzle her giant nose against San's cheek, and then bound down the cliff side. It was true that she was too young to hunt, but Moro also wanted to keep the fact that she was keeping a human secret. The scent was easy to ware down at when she was young, and soon she always smelled of wolf. It made life very easy.
San continued to surprise Moro as the days went by. One day, after hunting, the three wolves came back to the den, the two boys carrying all the meat they had caught that day. Their mother went in first, despite the weight of everything they had burdened themselves with. As she walked in, her eyes darted around, searching for her human child. She could smell her in the cave, but it would appear that she was not in any of her usual places.
"San!" The wolf called out her infamous bark to let the girl know of their return, but she did not come right away. Moro almost had to call again before the young human came stumbling out of the shadows, wearing the skins of strange beasts her mother had brought for her to cloth herself with.
She looked down upon her daughter with her dangerous eyes, but they were soft and caring as she questioned her calmly. "What were you doing while I was gone, San?"
Although had seen worse glares from her mother before, the girl looked at the floor and scuffled her feet, trying to shy away from the look she had seen in Moro's eyes. "Well, mother. I. I made something."
"You made something?" She repeated. Moro considered this statement for a moment. It was not everyday that your child made something, especially a wolfling. She tossed away her thoughts however, predicting it would be no more than a few stones on top of each other, nothing useful. "What have you made?"
Happy at her curiosity, San quickly dashed back into the shadows with a gigantic smile on her face, one big enough to belong to a God itself. The wolf turned to her kin, giving them a look as if to ask if they had played apart in her sudden creativity burst. But as she studied their faces, she saw they had no idea what was going on.
Moments later, little San came bursting back into the main area of the cave, brandishing a long spear. It had been made very simple; a rock that had been rubbed up against stone many times to form the figure of an arrow head, a thick vine wrapping around the stone several times, and the other half of the vine had been wrapped around a long, brown stick. The size of the stick was very long, and towered over the little girl, nearly twice her height.
Moro took one look at the weapon she held and took a single step back. A low growl emanated in her throat as her eyes transfixed upon the innocent girl and the human-like weapon she held. She had seen them long ago before iron had been discovered and humans uprooted the great forests to find it. "How did you learn to make that, child? Tell me, San!"
Again, she cringed and backed away slightly. "I'm sorry, mother. I saw some kind of strange beasts carrying them! I wanted to make one so I could go hunting too."
San was obviously quick to achieve what she wanted. However, Moro still confound her to the cave, though some days they would return to find San sitting happily, eating some kind of dead animal that she must have gone after herself. The first concern the wolf had was if anyone had seen the human. If they had, they more than likely would have killed her.
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Now she was turning 8, and there was not a day that Moro wasn't harassed by the human wolf pup. Every single day San would beg and plead that her mother let her come with them on the hunt, and every time the wolf replied, a new type of annoyance would appear on her features.
However, Moro had plans for San. It was getting close to the anniversary to the day that she had found the poor child at the river, 8 years to be exact. As heartless and cruel as the giant wolf could be, she was not heartless enough to deny her young of something to commemorate their birth. The little human seemed very eager to journey outside the cave, and with all of the "unknown" hunting she had been doing she must be getting good. With enough fur to cover her, no one would even bother to check on the wolf pack.
"San!" She barked out into the echoing cavern that she called home. Right away the little fur-covered girl came rushing out of the shadows, her two brothers lurking in the deep of the dark behind her, listening intently. As Moro looked down at her adopted child, she saw a huge grin plastered on her face. Curious though she was, she stuck to the point.
"San, my daughter, are you aware of what today is?" The young lady beneath the Goddess's glance still continued smiling from ear to ear. She was trying to surpress her excitement, and it was easily heard to the wolf's ears when she giggled. She nodded slowly, and after a while, she finally spoke out.
"Yes mother! Today is the day I was born into the family! Is it true what brother says? Am I really going to get something special?"
Moro's anger increased as she watched the little fuzz-covered girl shake with excitement. She had told that boy to silence his tongue about the situation, but then he goes to his younger sister and whispers the whole thing? There would be quite a discipline in store for him tonight, after the hunt, anyway.
Slowly, much slower than the response she had received from her daughter, she nodded back. "Yes, San. That is correct. Now I want you to hurry up and go get that long stick weapon you made. I am going to see how well you will do in a hunt."
Overview: A quick progress report of how San is developing. It mostly shows the interest in leaving the den she has. I'd have written more, but once I got down to the point that is now the ending of this chapter, I decided it would be better to put that more into the next chapter instead of this one.
Copy Write: I don't own any of these characters. Princess Mononoke is a film by Hayao Miyazaki (But you would probably already know that if you're reading this.). I command you to go and watch all of his beauteous works, or I shall smite you. Once again: Lupin III is the only one you can get away with for not watching. I despise that show. o.
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A great yawn emerged from Moro's mouth as she blinked sleep away from her eyes. It had been years since she had taken in the human whom she had named San, and still she remained with her. Why did this wolf continue to keep a human in her presence? Surely she had been able to think up something within the course of 8 years. Well, she had. After much hard thinking, she had decided to keep San as her own child, and raise her as if she were one of the wolves themselves. She had always wanted a daughter, after all.
A few months after Moro had brought home this little bundle of joy, the young pups had quickly accepted their new sister. They surpassed her in age easily, but for the sons of a Goddess, they were still quite young, too young even to be called Gods themselves. It was customary that whenever the offspring of a God chose a name for himself, he would join his parents in watching over life and all that was given for them to command. As Moro observed, however, it would be quite a while before they picked names.
Knowing that San was only human, the great white wolf had picked a name for her. Humans weren't smart enough to pick their own names. Besides, Moro needed some way to let her know she was speaking to her. She was quite impressed at how quick this human had learned her name and place. After the day she had named her, in order to get this curious girl to stop what she was doing, all the Goddess needed to do was let out a quick bark and yell, "San!"
Everyday, Moro would spend all her time in the cave unless she needed to get food or it was very important. In that case, she would leave her sons with young San to keep watch over her. The girl never asked questions and didn't mind whenever her wolf mother left the den. Somehow, Moro got the feeling that San knew what she was doing when she wasn't at the den. It must have been obvious when every time she came back home she had a dead animal in her mouth. The human must have figured somewhere within her young mind that hunting was indeed the thing the wolf Goddess was doing. It was disguised very well when it wasn't.
After five years, Moro found it safe enough to leave San in the den while she took her two boys out to hunt and train them for when the war against the humans finally did happen. Whenever the little girl saw her family leaving, she would immideatly rush over to Moro and bite her hind leg gently, then yell out her request with the squeakiness of a child, but the demand of a wolf. "Why can't I come, mother? I wanna learn to hunt too!"
"San, you are too young to hunt. For now you must wait here until we return. You are never to leave the cave unless it is with one of us. One day I will take you hunting, but that day is not today." She would always reply with the same answer, nuzzle her giant nose against San's cheek, and then bound down the cliff side. It was true that she was too young to hunt, but Moro also wanted to keep the fact that she was keeping a human secret. The scent was easy to ware down at when she was young, and soon she always smelled of wolf. It made life very easy.
San continued to surprise Moro as the days went by. One day, after hunting, the three wolves came back to the den, the two boys carrying all the meat they had caught that day. Their mother went in first, despite the weight of everything they had burdened themselves with. As she walked in, her eyes darted around, searching for her human child. She could smell her in the cave, but it would appear that she was not in any of her usual places.
"San!" The wolf called out her infamous bark to let the girl know of their return, but she did not come right away. Moro almost had to call again before the young human came stumbling out of the shadows, wearing the skins of strange beasts her mother had brought for her to cloth herself with.
She looked down upon her daughter with her dangerous eyes, but they were soft and caring as she questioned her calmly. "What were you doing while I was gone, San?"
Although had seen worse glares from her mother before, the girl looked at the floor and scuffled her feet, trying to shy away from the look she had seen in Moro's eyes. "Well, mother. I. I made something."
"You made something?" She repeated. Moro considered this statement for a moment. It was not everyday that your child made something, especially a wolfling. She tossed away her thoughts however, predicting it would be no more than a few stones on top of each other, nothing useful. "What have you made?"
Happy at her curiosity, San quickly dashed back into the shadows with a gigantic smile on her face, one big enough to belong to a God itself. The wolf turned to her kin, giving them a look as if to ask if they had played apart in her sudden creativity burst. But as she studied their faces, she saw they had no idea what was going on.
Moments later, little San came bursting back into the main area of the cave, brandishing a long spear. It had been made very simple; a rock that had been rubbed up against stone many times to form the figure of an arrow head, a thick vine wrapping around the stone several times, and the other half of the vine had been wrapped around a long, brown stick. The size of the stick was very long, and towered over the little girl, nearly twice her height.
Moro took one look at the weapon she held and took a single step back. A low growl emanated in her throat as her eyes transfixed upon the innocent girl and the human-like weapon she held. She had seen them long ago before iron had been discovered and humans uprooted the great forests to find it. "How did you learn to make that, child? Tell me, San!"
Again, she cringed and backed away slightly. "I'm sorry, mother. I saw some kind of strange beasts carrying them! I wanted to make one so I could go hunting too."
San was obviously quick to achieve what she wanted. However, Moro still confound her to the cave, though some days they would return to find San sitting happily, eating some kind of dead animal that she must have gone after herself. The first concern the wolf had was if anyone had seen the human. If they had, they more than likely would have killed her.
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Now she was turning 8, and there was not a day that Moro wasn't harassed by the human wolf pup. Every single day San would beg and plead that her mother let her come with them on the hunt, and every time the wolf replied, a new type of annoyance would appear on her features.
However, Moro had plans for San. It was getting close to the anniversary to the day that she had found the poor child at the river, 8 years to be exact. As heartless and cruel as the giant wolf could be, she was not heartless enough to deny her young of something to commemorate their birth. The little human seemed very eager to journey outside the cave, and with all of the "unknown" hunting she had been doing she must be getting good. With enough fur to cover her, no one would even bother to check on the wolf pack.
"San!" She barked out into the echoing cavern that she called home. Right away the little fur-covered girl came rushing out of the shadows, her two brothers lurking in the deep of the dark behind her, listening intently. As Moro looked down at her adopted child, she saw a huge grin plastered on her face. Curious though she was, she stuck to the point.
"San, my daughter, are you aware of what today is?" The young lady beneath the Goddess's glance still continued smiling from ear to ear. She was trying to surpress her excitement, and it was easily heard to the wolf's ears when she giggled. She nodded slowly, and after a while, she finally spoke out.
"Yes mother! Today is the day I was born into the family! Is it true what brother says? Am I really going to get something special?"
Moro's anger increased as she watched the little fuzz-covered girl shake with excitement. She had told that boy to silence his tongue about the situation, but then he goes to his younger sister and whispers the whole thing? There would be quite a discipline in store for him tonight, after the hunt, anyway.
Slowly, much slower than the response she had received from her daughter, she nodded back. "Yes, San. That is correct. Now I want you to hurry up and go get that long stick weapon you made. I am going to see how well you will do in a hunt."