Just Rogue.
Chapter Two: The Company of Beasts.
The first thing to go was the unnatural black skin that made her feel suffocated and stifled. It didn't even keep her warm, just forced sweat out of her body because it was sucking at her skin in an unnatural way. Bone claws shot out of her hands, and after testing their strength by pressing one pale long toe of her paw against one of the claws she deemed it acceptable. She used her claws to cut the black skin off her body before shuffling away from the lifeless predator, for that was what it was. She knew had she been in it any longer the lifeless black predator would have swallowed her whole.
She didn't know why she didn't have fur except that which was on her head but decided the black predator had probably tore it from her skin earlier. The scent of deer reminded her of her prey, and without hesitation she began running on all fours in pursuit of it. Prey had fur and meat to eat. It was all she needed for now. She felt the wind blow on her fur-less skin, the sound of birds and crickets chirping from behind swaying trees and grasses, as well as the occasional lapping of water from the lake she had left far behind her.
It was hard at first to get her limbs to co-operate. It was as if it was not used to running on all fours but after various trips, falls, skids, and collapses, her limbs had finally gotten the hang of it. Her head-fur was too long, it got in her eyes, nose, and mouth making it hard to keep her inner body constant as she kept on the hunt. Her mind made a note to cut off some of her head-fur like she had the black predator just as her eyes caught sight of her prey. A single deer stood in a small clearing within the forest, pools of light pushing through the canopy and shining on the solitary brown doe as it nibbled on the grass by its hooves.
She was downwind, perfect for the hunt, and so she silently shuffled forward. It was only as she reached the bushes bordering the clearing she realised there were things on her feet. Heavy things that reminded her of the black predator. She quickly and quietly pulled them off along with strange white fake-fur things she uncovered beneath them, every inch of her skin now bare to the world she focused back on her prey. She crouched, ready to pounce, before she did exactly that as she leapt out from behind the bushes. The rustle of leaves and snap of twigs as she leapt out from behind the bushes startled the deer, forcing it to break into a run to flee whatever predator was behind it.
This did not ruin her hunt however. Oh no. She chased after it on all fours eagerly, leaping over fallen logs and larger rocks as they ended up in her way. She chased the doe for so long that she feared she would not catch it but then the doe ended up skidding to a halt infront of a large but ruined concrete building. She did not notice the man-made structure nor paid it any attention as she leapt for the doe's neck. Unfortunately her first choice of sinking her teeth into the neck like any real predator did not work. Her teeth were too blunt to pierce the skin which struck her as strange but paid it little mind as she instead used her bone claws to slice through the neck. The doe's struggles ceased, and the former X-man sat down cross legged as she used her claws to take off the skin - complete with fur - off the body of the deer before cutting off the choice bits of meat. She left the skin to dry on a nearby branch, intending to use it for fur to keep her warm during the cold parts of day and night, whilst she tucked into her meal.
It felt like she hadn't eaten for many moons, and it was only a strong feral instinct that kept her eating slowly but surely. For some reason it seemed to imply eating quickly would make her sick and she could not take any chances at getting sick. She had no pride or pack to care for her should she get sick. She was on her own, and that thought brought a strange bad feeling she couldn't name as well as water to her eyes which was unfamiliar to her. The word 'mate' drifted through her mind, and for a moment the she-beast acknowledged she had a potential mate but a red female had stolen him from her. She did not like Red. Red was bad. Red was a threat. Red should be eliminated. It was the survival of the fittest. What if she had not fought for her mate as she should have? She could not remember anything past waking up this day and so could not know if she had or not fought for her mate. She should challenge Red. Yes. Only red that was good was the red that poured from her enemies' bodies. An idea came to her then - she should make Red's red pour from her body. Make sure her mate - whatever he looked like and whoever he was - saw. Yes, then she would have proven herself suitable. After all, she had a feeling her mate was the best Alpha male. He deserved only the best Alpha female. She just had to prove that was her.
Her course of action decided, she quickly finished her meal and left the rest for any scavenging predators to eat whilst she finished preparing her fur suitable enough to wear. Soon it was no longer bloody, clean, and had holes in two sides of the pelt for her arms and one big hole at the point between the base of the belly and its tail where her own legs came out. Now warm and with her own fur, she started her trek through the forest.
Unfortunately she soon realised one thing; she could not remember who her mate was or where his territory was. Should she return to where she woke? What if that was his territory? It would make sense. Why else would she be near such an obvious place of ambush? Perhaps she had been on her way to fight the female Red before she woke. With a destination in mind, she ran on all fours back to where she had woke which took a lot longer then she thought it would.
Once there she sniffed the hard surface she had woken on trying to find any scent her instincts could recognise as her mate. Unfortunately she could smell none but her own and the deer she had hunted earlier. It was as she was looking around the large lake she noticed a shape on the other side of the lake. It looked like a body. It could be male - it was larger then her. What if it was her mate? Filled with a new sense of hope, she took off running around the lake. Night time fell by the time she reached the body and one sniff of the body's wierd skin covering told her this was a dead predator - one she did not like. This was not her mate.
However there was something else. The male's odd looking paw was clenched around something. Curiously she pried the paw apart until she could see a strange grey like shape hanging from a shimmering grey vine-type thing. It didn't look like anything important but as her nose got closer to it a scent filled her nose that had her chuffing happily as she snatched it from the dead male's paw. It smelled of her mate. She was sure of it. Her instincts told her to claim, to mark, to mate and make sure that Red was eliminated.
It took her a few tries to find a way to put it on herself but after a while she accidentally slipped it over her head around her neck whilst fumbling with it. As it laid with a thump around her neck and down the top of her chest a feeling of something right flooded through her. It almost felt like he had marked her or at least promised to. A sense of the object belonging to her filled her. With her instincts finally focused on her male, his scent imprinted on her mind, she began running around the other half of the lake in an attempt to pick up his scent on anything but her object.
She searched the territory surrounding the lake for three weeks trying to find his scent but any that used to be there had long ago faded. A keening wail left her lips on the last night of the three weeks, echoing through the forest as she hoped her mate could hear her distress. An instinct told her he used to always come to her when she was distressed before the Red female took him from her. Then he wouldn't come anymore. She did not understand why. If he had promised to mark her, to make his mate, then why leave? It didn't make sense in her feral mind and thus she ended up taking out her fustration on the trees surrounding her. It sounded like thunder that night as she slammed her weight into tree after tree, making them fall and then clawing them to little twigs as she released her anger, fustration, and pain.
The next day she ventured out of the territory, knowing if she stayed in that territory she would not find her mate. He had not been there in a while. She would have to move like a rogue (this sounded odd but familiar) if she was going to find him. It was risky and could mean death but she could not rest until she found him. She had a feeling that things could be better when she did. When she found him, the Red female would most likely be near by and when she found her she would challenge her to a fight to the death. She would prove her strength to her mate and everything would be as it should. A part of her hidden within the depths of her mind said that none of it would ever happen, that her mate would never leave the Red female and she was just a cub to him, but it was so faint that she paid it little attention.
Two days of walking non-stop whilst the sun was up and burrowing into a den to sleep when the sun was no longer visable she came upon a sight that was unfamiliar and scary. It was like a river and yet it was as still as the dead as well as grey like the surface she had woken on only darker. It looked rough and stoney like a steep rocky incline. It was not natural. She was about to step out of the tree line and examine the strange thing when the fierce rumble of thunder had her scattering back within the shadows to remain unseen. Another strange thing came closer with round things as bright as the sun and grey hard things covering the entirety of its surface. As it got closer she noticed not only was there a two legged thing like the body at the lake inside but there was a small gap high on one side where the very alive body sat. Was it being eaten? It did not look in pain...
However a sudden scent wafted to her nostrils causing her lights to light up. Instinct told her that male two legged thing smelt of that Red female, although how she recognised these scents she did not know but accepted she had been around them all before she forgot everything. Without hesitation she bounded after the hard chunky log thing that moved faster then deer, staying hidden behind the trees as she followed it as closely as she dared. It was only when it entered a strange hard grey chunky tall not-a-forest-thing filled with other two legged and strange things that made strange sounds, did strange things, and lit up in strange ways like the sun but with colours like flowers did she hesitate.
She had never seen anything like it before and every inch of her screamed to retreat to the forest. However she could not do that. She had to find the Red female and her mate. They were not going to come to her - why? she did not understand why but believed her mate would never leave her unless that Red female had hurt his instincts until they were messed up - so she had to go to them. Against her will she slowly moved out of the trees and onto the hard-river-thing.
At first she moved slowly like a newborn deer but after a while - and many stares from the strange two legged beasts - she quickly picked up her fastest run on all fours as she followed the scent and sound of the prey that would deliver her to the Red female. She did not see the male nor his strange beast that ate him up but he still lived for a while but her senses never failed her. She eventually came to tall hard grey things that looked like the thing she awoke on but it was in strips like pieces of meat and had opened of its own accord when the grey beast thing had gone through with the male.
She didn't like it but her instincts told her the two she needed was inside. However the light was almost gone, clouds covering the night-sun, and so she knew she had to find a den to sleep. She would return when she awoke and deal with her female threat. Decision made she made her way down another hard-river-thing and began sniffing out an appropriate den. It was harder then she thought - there was very little bits of nature in this strange territory - but she soon found a clump of grassland behind red-heavy-tall things that surrounded the territory the grey-tall-strip thing opened for creatures to go into it. Nature was wild here, lots of long grass and thick trees, and so she burrowed into the earth having found a decent sized badger den. She settled into the den with relief, making sure nothing could see her curled up at the back of the den as she fell fast asleep.
Author's Note: I re-read the first chapter and noticed the only mistake was I typed 'man' instead of 'woman' during this sentence - "after loosing him to a taken man". I apologise for the mistake and hope it didn't hamper your enjoyment of the chapter. Please note, in this chapter I did not use Rogue's name (any of them) as in this chapter she is entirely animal and does not even know she thinks a lot more intelligently then any normal animal. Hopefully that came across, however I stated it here just in case. If anything does confuse you do not hesitate to ask questions in a review or even a PM. I'll probably answer PMs more quickly (use this only for questions please since I often go to the review page to read all of my reviews) since I'll answer every review when a new chapter comes up.
Rosmund - I only posted a chapter for both yesterday XD Give me a chance to update my other stories (and sneak a second chapter for this new story). However as soon as two other chapters are done for two seperate stories I do promise to update PI as a first priority.
Tagkeeper - I'm so happy your enjoying this story already. I'm glad I'm not alone in liking this idea.
Rogan85 - I agree, they do share a deep bond, however after all she saw in the last chapter as well as the heartache she was feeling she forced herself to bury their bond - the link - as it hurt too much to know despite this bond she knew she was not good enough for Logan. Also, I do agree that Logan and Rogue were obviously - thanks to the chemistry in the movies - pretty much made for each other in the romantic interest. Just friendship never seems right between them for me. YAY! Someone gets my name. Damon and Bonnie so should have been together. After the second series with the Jeremy/Bonnie relationship and Damon still being Elena's whipping boy (the likes of Elena and Bella from twilight annoy me so much - they are clearly Mary-Sues who enjoy stringing multiple men along for fun) I haven't watched Vampire Diaries at all.
Tagkeepwr - I did another update today, and as you can see, she did go feral! Good guess =)