CAUTION!!! MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR WOLF'S RAIN!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
The Day before this was one of those everyday days for me. I got fed up with where I worked and decided to take some time off. I stayed away for two days and planned to return to work for my employers' sake and I see a strange sight. I notice four wolves guiding a girl around who smelled like fresh Lunar Flowers. Out of curiosity I follow them only for it to have been a complete waste of time. I nearly got into a fight but I left at the right time so it was nothing more than a could have happened sort of thing. I said I'd return but it seems like I may be unable to.
Chapter Two: Can't Shake Them
How long have I been out here? When was the last time I saw some game? When was the last time I knew where I was? After a few days of running around in the snowy plains I started seeing signs of unknown land. I just had to explore it. Now I might die. The twilight still hasn't ended and I have no idea where I am right now. Sleep and food deprivation can confuse anyone and anything. I walked on and on before my knees buckle and I collapse to the snow. I try and keep my head from my paws but it looked so comfortable. I laid my head down. I try not to shut my eyes in fear I'd fall asleep but it was so quiet and peaceful. I try not to fall asleep but I was already unconscious.
It felt like my eyes were sewn shut. I tried prying them open on and off but they were shut pretty tight. Or maybe I was dead. I mean, it was quiet like before except for the sound of singing birds. Heh, singing birds in a wintery land like this? I could almost laugh. And then there was the scent of Lunar Flowers which was really strong. After minutes of trying my eyes finally tear open. There was crust on my eyes which some might call the Sand Man's sand. I call it "I was asleep for days". I roll onto my side and yawn before noticing the leaves that fell from my fur. Leaves? Maybe I was dead. Last thing I remember seeing was a field of snow being swept over by intense wind and hail. I look around briefly with blurred vision and notice that I am in a room. I scrape my paws against the dirty ground before climbing to my feet. I stumble a bit before leaning against a hard yet warm object. Once my eyesight becomes clearer I tilt my head to see that I wasn't leaning against an object but a woman. I inch away from her before realizing it was the cloaked female from before. I stop and tilt my head in confusion, the collar around my neck shifting its weight in unison with my head. What was she doing here? Where were the others? As if to answer my question the door creeks open and a familiar male enters. It was the brown haired, silver eyed male that had tackled me. Nice seeing him again? I don't think so. Just like before I didn't realize I was snarling at him until I notice him snarling at me. I shake my head in an attempt to get a better hold of myself before I speak. "Wh-where is this? Where am I? Who are you? Are you guys following me?"
"We finished up in the village where we saw you before and headed out. As we traveled we noticed you had collapsed and brought you to the nearest village. This one's name is Cheza." My attention completely left the man that was in the doorway. I gaze at the female that smells so wonderful as she removes her cloak. I do not draw away in surprise nor do I inch closer in wonder but I did wince. She was causing a weird feeling inside me. My heart was racing and I felt all warm inside. I didn't like that feeling. It was new to me. I back away from her only to sense me nearing the man in the doorway and me stopping. With one look over of Cheza -taking in her deep red, fathomless eyes and her beautiful white skin- I tilt my head in his direction before turning my body to face him. My eyes remained on the female.
"Well... thanks for the help but I didn't need it. I'm not worth having my life prolonged."
"This one does not understand."
"Some things should die. I'm one of 'em."
"Don't fill her head with that bullshit." He must hate me because he's always snarling at me. I toss my head to one side, the collar shifting in place around my neck, and simply turn my head in his direction. I stroll towards him and await him to move. We lock eyes for a good two minutes before he shifts sideways and I wander by him. For some reason our meeting was always pretty pointless to me. I met him before and just left and I meet him again and just leave. I did get Cheza's name this time around though. It wasn't completely pointless; however, I don't need or really want her name. I plan to stay away from her. I dislike that feeling I have around her.
"Aren't you hungry?" Who now? I look up from the floor; I hadn't even noticed I was staring down at it, before crashing into something green and black. Strange. I back up and peer up at the boy that stood before me. He wore a sort of red jacket, green puffy pants, and black lace up boots. Just when I sniff the air he swoops down. He slaps his hands on either knee and pulls his face REAL close to mines. He smells good which is nice but he's invading my personal space. This boy smells just like that brown wolf. I refrain from nipping at his face but I do pull my lips over my teeth a little in a growl.
"I'm not hungry. I was just leaving." I try to slip around him but he shifts his head into my path each time. "Didn't I warn you about this before?" I nearly screamed the words.
"Yeah but... the least you can do is-"
"What? The least I can do? For you wolves and girl swooping in and saving me though I could care less about having died out there? I'm supposed to thank you for rubbing your noses into my affairs? What if I was out there and unconscious for a mission or something? You all would have ruined it. Look, just let me leave, will ya?" I slip pass him when I hear his black boots tapping against the wooden floor. We were in the hallway leading to the stairs now and it resembled the barren room I had just been in. There are wood floors and disgusting yellow walls. The whole place is old, rundown, and filthy. I stop and turn my head to look at him out of the corner of my eye. "Stay." With that I walk and walk, without him following by the way, until I realize I had started walking around the busy streets of the town. Why would they save me? What am I to them? Nothing, that's what. People watched me walk but don't bother me. This town doesn't seem to mind a wild wolf roaming their streets I guess.
Hours passed. Never in my time alive has simply roaming the streets and scouting out the area been so boring. And never, and I mean NEVER, had I ever had this tiny feeling of loneliness or longing. I wanted to track those wolves simply for the fun of it. I wanted to be in their presence just to have someone there. I wanted to feel the feeling I felt around Cheza. I shake my head and come to a halt. I sit in the center of the street, people weaving around me, and try to focus my mind on something else: running, snow, game, chains, blood. I needed something to get my blood boiling and going on a hunt seemed like a pretty good idea. I can't remember the last time I went hunting. This town will see why ignoring a wolf can be costly. Maybe I'll only hunt for a few or maybe many? After I hunt it's back to hiding or running for me. I climb to my feet and paw over to the counter of an outdoor meat shop. I whimper to the man behind the meat stand whichmakes him glare at me. "I ain't given you no food. You crazy? I got my own mouth to feed!" I leap onto the table which catches passerby's attention. He bolts to his feet and points a finger maybe two inches from my nose. I just needed a reason to let loose and him not giving me meat from his outdoor shop and invading my personal space was more than enough. My instincts fully take over along with my desire to kill. The hunt was on. I lunge for his neck -so vulnerable and so mines- and tackle him to the ground. His bellows soon become gargled cries as I squeeze his throat in my massive teeth. Once he ceases his wailing and crying I leap back onto the table. I growl as people scream and begin running. YES! I so love hunting humans. It's almost as fun as becoming their work dog and then turning around and killing them once I grow bored. I notice a straggling young male and begin running for him when I notice his brown hair. He reminded me of that brown wolf. Seeing as killing him would no doubt ruin my mood I run for a woman that had attempted to climb up onto a workbench. It's pretty obvious that I will catch you up there if I could leap that stand counter, lady. I mean seriously. She starts throwing things at me which refreshes my killing intent. I fling myself at her only to be tackled away. I hit the ground and the woman screams. I quickly shift onto my feet as the woman leaps from the workbench and darts away.
"I'm getting damn tired of you doing that!" I was furious. Not only had he tackled me while I was hyped up but he also let my target get away. She smelled like she'd taste pretty darn good. I could sense them all around me. They cut off all my routes of escape. What were they planning to do? Had they followed me here? No... Then I remember the running boy with brown hair. I look to my attacker and realize that it wasn't the one who tackled me before but the brown haired male I met and had been chasing nin an attempt to kill him blindly before. He was shaking as if he was afraid though he was fearless enough to tackle me. I gaze at him and cease my growling. Why him? Then I realize it all too soon. I let my guard down which was a mistake.
"How dare you attack those humans for no reason at all! You're a monster!" The white wolf slams into my hind legs and knocks me at least six feet away from my current position. I lye on the ground a moment, the pain throbbing, then leap to my feet. I hear a loud crack and then I'm on the ground again. I can't stand so I can't run. I can't run so there's no possible way I can escape. I watch the brown haired boy take his true form as a brown furred wolf then watches as a white wolf, a honey colored wolf, and a gray wolf skulk towards me.
"So you'll kill me... Well, I'd like to see you try!"
"You talk a lot of smack for a wounded wolf." The gray wolf was a nippy one. He reminded me of myself. Bleck, I know I hate him then. I'm not someone people feel anything but hatred for. I've accepted that with all that I've been through in this miserable world. Well, I might as well push myself to my limit because if I don't I'll just be killed anyway. Again I try and get to my feet. I try doing it fast so I can lunge in the same notion. It goes well until the gray wolf dodges my strike and bites into one side of my rib cage. I fight back the urge to cry out as I land on my feet two feet away from the gray wolf. My hind legs give out as I pant hard. So this is how I'm going to die? Not so bad though I would have liked to have at least wounded one of them first. As I try and get up again, the white wolf lunges, and the brown wolf cries out, I feel something warm wrap around my neck and then something block my view. I try and shove it away but I can't due to the fact that I was reserving strength for another attack. I could sense the white wolf nearing me. I use all the strength I had saved to leap onto all fours and lunge to dive around the object and then launch myself upwards. Why? Why had I done that? It was almost as if I was being forced to. Like some other worldly force was making me do this and that. I collide with the white wolf and we both fall to the ground inches in front of Cheza who was knelt where I once was. I tried. I cry out in an attempt to ease my pain though it sounded more like an inaudible howl for me. The brown wolf wails hearing my cry as the white wolf flings itself up on its feet. I continue howling as I slink back towards Cheza who extends her arms to wrap them around me. I try and nudge her away but my howling seemed top priority at the moment so I kept saying after this one howl to myself. The white wolf inches back from me and seems to have a gentler expression. It resembles sadness though it isn't exactly that. He isn't looking at me but at the female that has her arms slung around me. There's that feeling again. That warm and fuzzy feeling I got from her whenever she was near me. It was like a drug that I needed at this point. I could hear singing but I didn't exactly know where it came from. After my howls die out thanks to the pain easing I could hear the delicate voice of Cheza in my ears. It was a fusion of a lullaby and a sad song. Her singing matched my howling. What was I howling? And no; wolves don't howl and it not mean anything. It's as if we are releasing a strong emotion and tell a story not only to other wolves but to other creatures that can understand or comprehend what the howling is for. Well... sometimes I do it for fun or it sounds like a howl when I want to yell real loud or... Anyway, if her song sounds like mines then I was expressing my sorrow and pain. Great, now I'm a wimp. I'm not losing consciousness just because Cheza is holding me and lulling me to sleep. I'm just going to lay on my belly. I'm not going to let my guard down simply because the wolves around me are coming towards me in their human forms; the brown wolf as the brown haired boy, the gray wolf as the silver haired man, the honey colored wolf as a honey haired boy, and the white wolf as the brown haired, silver eyed man. I'm not going to fall asleep though my head it resting on my paws somehow. I'm DEFINITELY not going to falls asleep... nope. After telling myself not to so many times I did.
There you have it! That concludes chapter two. It's always slow in the beginning. Around chapter five some real action will be seen and Raiku should know names by then. But it isn't that easy to get close to a pack when you hunt humans for pleasure. Thanks for reading and as always comments and suggestions are much appreciated. Chapter three is coming soon. Watch out for name changes. It's easier to subscribe to me than to search for this story. So... SUBSCRIBE! Lol. Domo arigato gozaimasu!