Courage To Dream
He wasn't a courageous person. Not for him were heroic deeds and battles won and lost. Even if he had physical strength and stature fighting was the opposite of his nature. He had no stubbornness, he had patience. He had no confidence, no courage - even to just dream.
Until he came, the fierce. brash, courageous one, leading the most pure, most accepting, most beautiful woman in the world. She gave him the gift of friendship, he have him the gift of dreams.
After their departure he had his first dream. It wasn't for the girl, although she was fair and sweet, for she was also impatient and fiery, frightening him almost as often as soothing him with her temperamental demeanor. Her companion was just like her, fair in body, kind in spirit, fierce in battle and with caring heart.
No, he didn't dream of her - or any other woman, for he had no love for them. He dreamed of the land at peace, fields blooming, bearing fruits trees swaying gently on the wind. He dreamed of a land where no fear, no prejudice, no violence dwelt, of a realm where he could watch things grow, where he could stand tall, proud of himself, where he was walking in sunlight between other people, no shame, no fear weighting his heart down. He dreamed of a land where children were playing in the sweet smelling grass - many of them had dog ears or looked like him, for he haven't seen any other hanyou and couldn't imagine how they could look. The different children weren't chased away, just like he they were accepted and respected in this dream land of his.
The dream of such a different world was so strange, scaring.
But finally he had the courage to dream it.