This is a try at Wolf's Rain. It's going to go back from different POV's,
okay. Just bare with me and be kind, especially since I haven't seen the
end yet. Also, if you have any concern about the status of the rest of my
stories, just check out my profile. I know, I'm being cocky...sorry. shadow
Wolf's Requiem
I don't know where to go anymore; I don't know what to do. I'm tired and hungry and bleeding all over...so much so that the snow is crimson where I now stand. I can't move anymore; I'm too weak. I collapse on the ground, gasping for air. I can't stand back up. The wound in my haunch is so deep and fresh that it causes me immense pain to even lift it, let alone put my weight on it. The howling...the gunshots...they're getting louder with every breath I take. I accept my fate. I lay still, waiting for the end to come.
Chapter 1 – Rescue of the White Wolf
"What's this?" a young girl mumbled to herself, feeling near a lump in the snow. She looked harder and saw a little black dot; it looked like a piece of coal. The girl inched closer to the lump, and patted the lump cautiously. It was soft, like fur. She looked closer. It was a dog, a snow white dog, and enormous one at that. The snow surrounding the large beast was blood red, and there was a large wound on its hind leg, with bite and gunshot wounds covering its entire body. Was it even still alive? She rubbed the dog on its head, and then felt its chest, to see if there was a heartbeat. It was, but it was faint. "Poor thing." she whispered to the dog. "You're ice cold. Let me find something to put you on" With those words, she got up and ran towards the city.
:: Kiba's POV ::
I'm not dead? That's a surprise. In fact, I'm warm. I open my eyes slowly, to see if I could find the source of warmth. A fireplace? Odd. I look at myself, slowly, up and down, back and forth. I've been bandaged up from toe to snout...and I still can't move. How ironic. What's that smell? Is that food? I feel myself drooling everywhere; god, I am so hungry I could die. But...there's another smell there too. I know it...it's the stench of human. Someone is coming. I can hear them; feet dragging along the ground in a shuffling sort of matter. Full grown humans don't walk like that. It must be a child. It is. I can see her now. A little one, no older than ten, with dark brown hair and eyes. I snarl and bare my teeth, trying to get the girl to go away, but she pays me no heed. She keeps shuffling towards me, then finally kneels down next to me. My snarling just gets louder. She's so naïve. I could kill her so easily now; just a bite to her throat and it'll be all over; pierce the jugular and she'd die on the spot. I readied myself for the attack, but I decided against it. A child this young is no threat to me. She smiles kindly. "If you promise not to bite, I'll give you food." she says. I lay my head back down in defeat. For the time being, I'll lower myself to this. She puts the plate in front of me. Steak! Thick, juicy steak! I inhale the food sloppily, sloshing and chomping and drooling everywhere. I look at the girl pleadingly. I want more food. Please. She laughs and runs into the other room, and a few minutes later gives me another, which I eat in the same messy fashion. For just this once, I'll settle for being a "house pet." Just until I'm better.
::end::
The little girl sat next to the large dog, watching him gobble up his fifth steak in a row. "You must be hungry." she said, and patted the dog's shoulder. It flinched and growled angrily. She recoiled her hand almost immediately. "I guess you don't like to be touched, huh?" she muttered.
I know it's short, but I'm going to start working on the next chapter soon. Please be nice and review, flame if you want...I find them funny and useful to cook my dinner.
Wolf's Requiem
I don't know where to go anymore; I don't know what to do. I'm tired and hungry and bleeding all over...so much so that the snow is crimson where I now stand. I can't move anymore; I'm too weak. I collapse on the ground, gasping for air. I can't stand back up. The wound in my haunch is so deep and fresh that it causes me immense pain to even lift it, let alone put my weight on it. The howling...the gunshots...they're getting louder with every breath I take. I accept my fate. I lay still, waiting for the end to come.
Chapter 1 – Rescue of the White Wolf
"What's this?" a young girl mumbled to herself, feeling near a lump in the snow. She looked harder and saw a little black dot; it looked like a piece of coal. The girl inched closer to the lump, and patted the lump cautiously. It was soft, like fur. She looked closer. It was a dog, a snow white dog, and enormous one at that. The snow surrounding the large beast was blood red, and there was a large wound on its hind leg, with bite and gunshot wounds covering its entire body. Was it even still alive? She rubbed the dog on its head, and then felt its chest, to see if there was a heartbeat. It was, but it was faint. "Poor thing." she whispered to the dog. "You're ice cold. Let me find something to put you on" With those words, she got up and ran towards the city.
:: Kiba's POV ::
I'm not dead? That's a surprise. In fact, I'm warm. I open my eyes slowly, to see if I could find the source of warmth. A fireplace? Odd. I look at myself, slowly, up and down, back and forth. I've been bandaged up from toe to snout...and I still can't move. How ironic. What's that smell? Is that food? I feel myself drooling everywhere; god, I am so hungry I could die. But...there's another smell there too. I know it...it's the stench of human. Someone is coming. I can hear them; feet dragging along the ground in a shuffling sort of matter. Full grown humans don't walk like that. It must be a child. It is. I can see her now. A little one, no older than ten, with dark brown hair and eyes. I snarl and bare my teeth, trying to get the girl to go away, but she pays me no heed. She keeps shuffling towards me, then finally kneels down next to me. My snarling just gets louder. She's so naïve. I could kill her so easily now; just a bite to her throat and it'll be all over; pierce the jugular and she'd die on the spot. I readied myself for the attack, but I decided against it. A child this young is no threat to me. She smiles kindly. "If you promise not to bite, I'll give you food." she says. I lay my head back down in defeat. For the time being, I'll lower myself to this. She puts the plate in front of me. Steak! Thick, juicy steak! I inhale the food sloppily, sloshing and chomping and drooling everywhere. I look at the girl pleadingly. I want more food. Please. She laughs and runs into the other room, and a few minutes later gives me another, which I eat in the same messy fashion. For just this once, I'll settle for being a "house pet." Just until I'm better.
::end::
The little girl sat next to the large dog, watching him gobble up his fifth steak in a row. "You must be hungry." she said, and patted the dog's shoulder. It flinched and growled angrily. She recoiled her hand almost immediately. "I guess you don't like to be touched, huh?" she muttered.
I know it's short, but I'm going to start working on the next chapter soon. Please be nice and review, flame if you want...I find them funny and useful to cook my dinner.