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Arrival
Pain. Darkness. Loneliness.
That was the first thing she was aware of. She'd been torn apart and reborn countless times. Now, free from the Howling, she could feel again. The cacophony was too much for her. Sights, sounds, emotions all bombarded her. They cut through her senses like a knife. All she could do was curl into herself tightly, wishing the pain would fade.
~DW~~DW~~DW~
Eventually, she calmed, and the pain faded. She became acutely aware of another problem. Her time in the Howling had divested her of her clothes. She lay in a field, naked, in the fetal position. She had no idea how long she had been there. What she did know was that she could not continue without some sort of coverings.
She "borrowed" a pair of leggings and a vest from a clothes-line nearby. Fearing capture, she materialized near a market. Here she bartered for boots and socks. On another planet, she was given another shirt with longer sleeves. Everything was a tan color and was torn but that suited her nicely.
Eventually, she found herself in several layers of tan and black. Finally satisfied with her look, she began hunting. She wasn't sure what she was hunting, exactly. The name had been erased from her mind. But she knew it sang the most beautiful song. She could hear it faintly, when she chose to stay still and listen. But she was always in a hurry. Always moving from one place to another. She helped where she could, but mostly kept to the shadows. She never left a name. Not that she could remember her name. Native peoples took to calling her "Wolf". She felt feral, so adopted it as her own. It seemed fitting.
Centuries passed. She continued to travel, to move, to hunt for something that she couldn't quite place. She was chasing a memory. Some days it was so clear, but when she came close, it would disappear again. She chased the song from planet to planet, and age to age. She'd almost given up hope.
~DW~~DW~~DW~
She materialized in a prison. Well, she assumed it was a prison. It held captives after all. Taking a long look at their panic-stricken face, she realized slaves was the more apt term. Cell after cell held women and children, huddling in corners. They cowered from her, afraid.
She continued to the end of the corridor. She could help these people. She intended to, really. A wave of her hand and they would be set free. But not without punishing those who did this in the first place.
A whirring behind the door, caught her attention. It was familiar, like the song. It reminded her of blue, and home. The door clicked and was opened. Behind it stood a man. His chestnut hair was chopped short. It seemed odd to her, like it should be long enough to frame his face. His attire was monochromatic. Dark, knee high boots over dark pants. He wore a dark shirt as well. The only thing that seemed to have any color was his jacket. It looked to be military, with patches which stated his rank. No name was displayed. He wore no weapon that she could see. In his hand he held a silver, cylindrical device. Instinctively, she knew this is what had made the noise. She glanced from the device to his eyes and almost cried. While not chocolate brown that haunted her memories, she knew this was what she'd been hunting.
He grabbed her hand, pulling her roughly into a corner. He pinned her against him, placing his other hand against her mouth to silence her. His eyes looked at her suspiciously. This hurt her more than she wanted to admit. He shook his head, and somehow she knew he wanted her to be silent. She relaxed against him, which seemed to calm him slightly. He stilled, listening intently for anyone approaching. While he listened, she broadened her awareness. She brushed against each mind in the complex. She felt hundreds of feeble minds like the ones near her. Other harder, more brutal minds, assaulted her senses as well. In all, she counted at least fifty of the foul-tasting minds. Nothing she couldn't handle. The only problem was the man currently attached to her hand. Somehow, she knew that he would not approve of what she had in mind.
She pulled away, walking the same direction where he had come from and he cursed before following her.