Chapter 4: Playing
The hallway was crumbling, cold and dead, echoing sadly of a time when the end was not something thought about. It was ancient, this palace, its history traveling so far back its walls remembered the time the humans began to separate themselves from the wolves. It remembered a time where the end began.
Tsume led Aysu down the cold halls, ignoring the history, the statues, and the faded paints. The walls rose too high for Aysu's taste and it made her nervous, but as they walked, her sister's scent grew stronger. So did others scents, too. Humans, perfumed with expensive flavors. Rich food, obviously imported from far away. Blood from the animals slaughtered for consumption. And still, they walked and nothing seemed to get any closer, despite the smells wafting through the corridors. They turned a corner and were met by yet another empty hallway seeming to go nowhere.
With Kiba
The white wolf raced down corridor after corridor, snarling as the fox's scent faded faster and faster. He whipped around a corner where the scent led and was suddenly met by soldiers. Without even thinking, he lunged at them, a white blur spilling blood as his teeth ripped through armor and flesh. His white fur was stained with crimson as he continued to race after the fox, but the blood and soldiers had made him lose the scent altogether. He sniffed hard, in taking everything his nose could muster, which made him cough as he breathed every perfumed body, food, and flower within the building, accept his query's. He howled in frustration. The Cheza Flower's scent was gone too. So was the cats' scent.
It was then that he smelled a slightly familiar scent. Two, in fact, though he could only place one. He slowly stepped forward in the direction of the scents, resigning himself to losing his prey and, perhaps, a larger battle.
So he wandered and wandered and wandered until he could not even follow his sent. And then, he heard a shriek in between a scream and howl that sent shivers down his spine. He raced down the halls, following the screaming.
He rounded a corner and stopped abruptly in front of a great black door where the screaming persisted. He scraped at the door once, not really knowing if he cared or not, but the shrieking was so horrifying and loud, he could not help being disturbed.
He backed up then, raced forward, and slammed his white head into the ebony-wood door. And again and again, until it slowly began to budge.
"What are you doing?"
He stopped and looked behind him. There stood two wolves, one a grey with an X scar, the other silver and black. It was she who had spoken. Before he could answer, though, another scream echoed eerily down the hall.
The silver and black wolf panicked and shouted something about her sister. She slammed her forepaws to the door and bit at the wood. She pushed her paws forward again. The grey wolf launched himself forward, too, as did Kiba, and soon the door was wide open onto a scene that horrified all three.
A dark brown wolf lay on the table, her fur dripping with blood from a thousand cuts. Her eyes were rolled toward the back of her skull and standing over the dying wolf was the woman in the fox fur coat.
"You bitch!" Snarled Kiba, his fur standing on end and his golden eyes blazing with a fire that would not be dowsed.
"It's vixen, actually, love. Do you want this wolf then? They have no need of her, really, and gave her to me. I was just…" she grinned and dipped her finger in the blood that dripped slowly off the table. "…playing." Her red lips wrapped around her finger, and laughing, she leaped up and disappeared, leaving all four wolves sickened, and stunned.
OK! Another chapter's up! How nifty! And its short…yeah…k