DISCLAIMER: I do not own Wolf's Rain, only the idea for this story.
Grace walked through the city, head down, and yet she was still alert. She could hear the drunken fools clear on the other side of the building she was passing, down to the rodents infesting the sewers. She ignored them, they were normal sounds, nothing dangerous or new, just normal.
She continued walking until she came to a small fire burning in a trash can. There were some people huddeled around it, seeking it's warmth, but it was nothing new, either. She didn't know exactly why she stopped, but she did. Grace stared into the fire, remembering the day.
It was the night Grace had seen the wolves running through the sky. That was the night that the hunters came. It began with a raging fire, sparing it's wrath to no one. After her pack was trapped by the burning walls of flame, then the lead sped in every directions. The bullets hungered for flesh and blood, and each one found a target to satisfy it's hunger. After the only noise left was that of the burning flesh and forest and Graces shallow breathing, she ran. She ran until she came to this town. This town was where she stayed.
Grace turned her head as the tears started to well up. She didn't want to cry, not here. She ran to the other side of the town until she found the house that she said was her's. It was really abandoned, but she lived in it.
Grace shut the door and let the tears fly. She cried like it happened yesterday instead of two years ago. When the salty drops dried up, she walked back outside to look at the stars. She had hoped to see the wolves again, but she simply saw the stars. She sighed and went back into the house. She walked over to the dresser in what she considered her room. She had some things on that caught her eye. There was a dream catcher, a yellow scarf, a few marbles, and a mirror. She picked up the mirror and looked at her reflection. She saw the silver wolf as always, but she knew what her human form looked like. She had on a long, blue shirt that covered her butt that had a white flower on it. She had on some big hoop earings, a long necklase with a white stone, and some bracelets. The lower part of her human form was covered in blue jeans and black, knee high boots with a heel. All of those things plus the scarf she had on were her clothing pieces. Her face consisted of long, curly locks of chestnut hair, and gentle green eyes, like the grass that grew around the city.
Grace smiled and set the mirror down. She was utterly exhausted from who-knows-what so she went to sleep on the bed.
Shailoh shailoh, yatreet ka
Shailoh shna.. otvit ka
"Whaa...? Who's there?" Grace asked groggily as she awoke, drowzily, from her slumber.
Hahla hahla.. ahlah hah
Shailoh washnee
Forte ney
Grace slumped over to the window and looked outside. She quickly lost the drowziness and ran outside. The wolves! They were running through the sky! Grace wished with her whole heart to run with them, to be part of a pack once again. She was too busy whishing to realize that a figure had materialized behind her.
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