Atashi: Two drabbles in five minutes…and I still haven't done my homework…OH WELL! My drabbles BEEGG my attention.

Homework: cries

Title: Of Wolves and Dragons

Author: Atashi

Rating: K+

Warning: Kinda bloody

Word Count: 643

When Okami died, I didn't feel anything…I couldn't feel anything, she lay there. Side on in her own pool of blood. Her white fur brushing against the droplets of crimson rain, her blue eyes watching aimlessly across a feathered existence of the stars.

I wondered why she did not cry, as I watched my sister beat her, and lash her with her already red, ripped claws. The mad look in her eyes as she burnt against Okami's fine fur.

And I watched as my own father-my own father stab his tail into her abdomen it was as if he had unsheathed his sword and blatantly lashed it against my lover, my lover, my moon, my joy my happiness.

And she fell, with a plain expression on her face, and when she looked at me as she died on the marble floor of the palace, I heard her voice speak to me.

"Never give up without a fight…never forget who you are…"

The words, the words that were carved on my claws, the word that was spoken as my mother flew away from her complete existence.

That Day. I killed my father.

That day. I killed my sister.

That day. My Okami sacrificed herself.

So that I may learn to love her, once more.

Zuko woke with a jolt, as he gazed around the surrounding bush near him, and his camp.

He looked around the area, and everything was where it should be, Toph was sleeping near Aang with a smile on her paled face, Aang rolling all over the place mumbling something about 'friends and all things fluffy' and Sokka, the idiot of the group, but no doubt a great warrior…well, kind of anyway.

And then there was her. He smiled at her; she was placed next to him, on his sleeping bag with her sleeping bag. She had obviously moved with intent to be closer to the fire bender, he smirked. They both would never admit it but they enjoyed each other's company.

It felt like they were good, old friends. Reunited at last.

He chuckled as he stroked a thin strand of hair out of her gorgeous, eyes. He had never seen anything so blue, so amazing. It felt as though he was drowning himself in a mass of blue balls whenever he looked at her eyes. So amazing, and full of affection, love.

He stroked her cheek as she moved her clasped hands toward her chin and smiled gently as she murmured a sweet sigh.

Where had she been all his life of banishment? Where the hell had she been? No doubt washing Sokka's clothes of all things.

"My Okami…" He whispered, wait- where the hell had that come from?

His eyes sparkled with confusing, and he placed his hand against the side of his unmarred face, where had he heard that name before, where…

It was right on the tip of his tongue that word why had he called her that name?

It made no sense,

But where had he heard it before…?

She mumbled and stirred, he gazed down at her afraid that with his constant slapping of his face he had woken her not meaning to.

"Ouji…" she whispered.

Now that, sounded familiar…

Then. It hit him.

"OW!" A bird flew by softly as the twig made impact with his skull.

He remembered he had heard both those names form a legend about two animals.

A Dragon and a Wolf.

Broken apart by war.

Atashi: My animal drabbles must really bore you guys, I promise I'll try come up with something more interesting and fluffy…TT My fluffy senses are rotting right now…

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