Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain or any of the characters found in the series. However I do own Chuva, Caelius, Muir and a multitude of other characters not found in the anime or manga. (Actually I don't own Muir; she's based off a good friend. Either way, take any of them and you will be bombarded with e-drama.)
Rated M for strong language and graphic violence. No lemons or yaoi. This series is darker, grittier and more dramatic than the original, but I try to incorporate the element of comedy into anything I write. Although my sense of humor is a bit twisted..
There are going to be pairings, but I didn't write this just for the sake of that. There might only be two, maybe more. I haven't decided yet. Either way, definitely Kiba/OC and Hige/Blue, but I'm a terrible romance writer, so don't expect much from me.
In fact, don't expect much in general. I'm a horrible writer. I'm just amusing myself.
This chapter is very short. The others will be longer.
The song that's playing in the prelude is (Make Me Do) Anything You Want by A Foot in Cold Water. Yes, I know this song wouldn't be playing in the setting of WR.
Prelude
The bright moon overhead sadly, lacked the velocity to even compare to a weak bulb held in a lamp. Leaking yellowy light across the stony path of the city, a lone street corner of the decrepit city presented itself a fearsome opponent. Any light that might illuminate her figure was threatening. Lying in wait, Chuva held her breath in silence to the best of her abilities, letting it slowly slip in and out of her barely parted muzzle. Pain gripped her innards in a chokehold, making her plight all so much worse, the pressure intensifying with each strangled breath. As quiet and elusive as she hoped she was being, Chuva still caught the acidic green eyes of some far off cat staring at her. Near by, wafting from some house she must have been hiding behind, soft music played.
"In the morning lights
Feels
so good, by me
It
could be so right
You
and me, tonight."
Chuva's ears tuned finely, trying to cancel out the soft rock music, listening desperately for any noises that might aid in saving her life tonight. She hoped the others were grateful; it was just her luck to become the unwilling distraction.
"Make me do anything you want
Make me do anything you want."
A fleeting shadow fell over the dull cast of light in the corner of her eye, a swift movement not having gone unnoticed. The garage she stood before continued to play its soft melody, but the wolf could not remain to hear it. Trying to ignore the sick, cold pain in her gut, Chuva scampered quickly off in the direction she had came, her gaze darting about hastily for any signs of other means to escape. But such a task felt impossible; light bloomed several transparent disks, the sidewalks and buildings of the wretched city blurring together every time she turned her visage. Blood splattered in a trail, dripping thickly from her belly, making her desperate fight for invisibility futile.
The gravity of the predicament weighed slowly upon her, but the wolf was hesitant to submit to the grim reaper on her trail. No – more than hesitant. The bastard would have to kill her this time to put her on her back. She staggered to pull herself upright on shaky human legs, surprised to see the pale white of tank top already stained so thick and dark with the crimson of her blood. Chuva fell back against the cool bricks of a building in a shallow alleyway, long brown hair falling about her shoulders and being stirred by the wind. How realistic, this guise…
The bang of a felled trashcan shot through the deathly silent night. Chuva tensed herself, her violet gaze rising to meet with the flaxen orbs lifting from beyond the dark corner of the garage. They froze upon her and the dark figure began to advance.