(Differnt Scene, like...Kiba's view)
Kiba lay still in the stream. The cool water felt good in the new summer heat. The water around him turned a rust red from his cuts. He sighed and layed his head on his paws. But the second his eyelashes hit his cheek and he was in darkness, he saw that girl's face. His shot up and his eyes shot open. Water dripped from the wet fur on his neck and maw. He snorted and got up, his back leg throbbed with pain. He looked behind him as he heard a twig snap and flinched. He had forgotten the other gash from his neck to his chest. His head throbbed from his sudden movements. He growled, beginging to wonder if saveing the girl had caused him more harm then it caused her good.
He took on his human illusion and began to walk towards the city. His hands were crammed into his pockets and his gaze stayed down. He walked into an ally, wanting to rest for while. When he scented something fowl he looked up and saw some pudgy men sitting on boxes playing cards. As they noticed him he stiffined, lips begining to curl into a snarl. The men stopped their card game and advanced on him. He took a step back, snarling now.
"Dis is our turf, kid." said the man in the front.
He wore a green ripped vest and torn jeans. Kiba couldn't see any peice of untatooed skin on him. He had a bandana on his head, even though he didn't seem to have any hair. His nose and eyebrow wre periced. And, judgeing by the way he spoke, his tounge was too. The guys around him began to smirk and punched one hand into their fist. Others cracked nuckles, and one held a chain.
"I don't want any trouble." Kiba said shortly, temper fadeing.
He was was in no condition to fight and just didn't want to. The tatooed man smirked and said, "Comn' in ta out turf makes trouble, kid."
He cracked his knuckles, looked to one of his guys, gave some kind of signal, and the man began to advance on Kiba.
Kiba snarled and got ready to fight. The man came after him with a punch and he ducked. He grabbed the man's arm and threw him over his shoulder, leg and neck throbbing with pain. The fragile layed of tissue that head begun to form over the wound reopened, a trickle of blood going down his neck and staining his white shirt even more. The guy flew into a garbage can, nocked it over and moaned, not getting up.
Another guy came after him and he bit down on his arm with his jaws. The man's eyes widened as he no londer saw a guy standing infront of him, but a huge white wolf. Kiba yanked the man down. The man fell with a short scream and crashed his face into the concrete.
All the men looked at Kiba wide eyed. Kiba could scent fear on all the men, and hoped they would leave him alone now. But the leader tatooed man made some kind of gesture and the man with the chain stepped foward. Kiba snarled, teeth bared hackles raised. He heard the man that had attacked him first and chanced a look back. Bad choice.
Kiba felt something cold and heavy fall onto his shoulders and tighten around his neck. He gasped for breath and whirled on the man with the chain. He tryed to attack the man but the chain kept him from doing that. When he tried to attack the man behind, the chain pulled him back. he fell over backwards. He slowly rolled over on his side, everything was becomeing dark. The last thing he saw was the tatooed man's smirk.
Wow! Third chapter up and ready! Thanks for all the reveiws! I might update all my chapters some time, but don't know when. Thanks again for reveiws!