Nier: The P-33 Chronicles: Part 4

by gibbonraver

Finally, the next part! I wanted to do some character building for Roc, the giant wolf shade, in this part. For a seris called the P-33 Chronicles, P-33 hasn't played that big a role so far, has he? That'll change next part, though. Guess you'll have to read that to find out how :D Definately T for this one, what with the pile of dead corpses and all.

The wolves stopped to rest after about an hour of running. P-33, even though he could have gone much longer, stopped as well. Kalil leapt down from his friends head and approached the pack leader. The massive shade looked down at his smaller companion, his muzzle lifting in an aproximation of a smile. "Hello, little shade," he growled. "Hi," said Kalil. "You run really fast, you know. Beepy could barely keep up." The wolf shade seemed amused by this statement. Kalil went on. "You even run faster than the other wolves. I guess that's 'cause you're a shade, like me. By the way, how did you become a shade? I thought only humans got to do that." The wolf looked up at the rising sun. "I am...unique," it said finally. "My master, a human, chose to have me undergo the gestalt transformation rather than him. He was old and sick, and felt I deserved life more than he." Kalil was amzed. "Wow! That's so cool...um, what's your name?" The wolf looked back down at the young shade, struggling to remember what he had been called all those years ago. "Roc," he said at last. "My master called me Roc." Kalil smiled and held up his hand. "Nice to meet you, Roc." Roc raised his paw, and Kalil grasped it. The two shook firmly. Kalil looked so serious that Roc had to laugh out loud. He stood, and the rest of the wolves stood with him. "Come now, little shade," he said. "We must continue if we are to reach the den before midday." Kalil climbed back onto P-33, and they set off again. "Hey, Beepy?" Kalil said, looking down at his metal friends emotionless face. "What do you think of Roc?" "Wol-ol-olf-f-f f-frie-e-e-e-end-d-d," P-33 replied. "Your voice box is getting a lot worse, Beepy," the young shade said, concerned. "We better find some replacement parts for you soon."

The smell hit them before they reached the den. Rotting flesh. Roc's ears went up sharply. "What hapened?" he said in a low voice. He and his pack ran into the cave. P-33 was too big to fit inside. "Wait here, Beepy!" Kalil said, jumping off of his friend and running after the wolves. A howl of anguish rolled from deep inside the den. Kalil entered the main cavern, a large canyon-like room with no ceiling, and saw the wolf pack gathered around samething. The young shade stepped closer and saw what it was. Wolves, their bodies reeking from the heat, in a pile, spears sticking from their sides. Kalil recoiled in horror. Roc was in a fit of grief and, it seemed to Kalil, madness. "Live, pup!" he howled, tearing a spear from the flank of a particularly small wolf. The wolf shade threw the spear against the cavern wall, where it shattered into a thousand pices. He howled into the air for what seemed like minutes, his sadness and horror almost palpable. Then he bowed his ehad in grief. "Why? Our mates...our pups...how could they do this?" Then the wolf looked up, and Kalil saw the new determination in his eyes. The pack leader leapt onto a large rock in the middle of the den. "Pack brothers!" he howled. "I see now that we cannot live with humans! They have raped our forests, killed our mates and pups! Now we will show them what they have shown us! We will give them a reason to fear us!" The wolves took up his howl, growling and sna[pping in rage. Roc snarled and leapt off the stone. "To Facade!" he growled. "We will show them our pain!" He raced out of the cave and, with the wolves, Kalil, and P-33 on his heels, raced for the city of Facade.