Post by Scoleciphobic on Mar 12, 2005 1:36:41 GMT -5
Very late into the night, you sat on a small pile of blankets watching the wolf sleep. It had taken you several hours to get a bullet out of its side. The rest of the cuts had to be cleaned and bandaged; being that there were so many it had taken longer than you had thought.
Sometime during the process, the wolf had woken up. He had growled at you a couple of times, but you’d ended up smacking him over the head and telling him to shut up. He’d snorted and closed his eyes, falling back asleep. Sighing heavily, you looked down at yourself and groaned.
The stupid wolf’s blood was all over you, and you had enough experience to know that blood was extremely hard to get out of clothing—specially when you didn’t have any soap with which to clean it. Shooting a glare at the still sleeping wolf, you yawned and shifted back to your true form.
Curling up in a ball as tight as possible, you sighed and closed your amber eyes. Who would’ve thought that you, a dingo, would be taking care of a wolf? Certainly not you.
Or your poor excuses of parents.
A growl awakened you roughly from your sleep and your head shot up to look around in curiosity. A man was sitting across from you in a corner. He had pure-white hair and appeared to be wearing black leather. On his chest was an X-shaped scar.
Your body tensed, and you let out a warning growl as you backed yourself into a corner. The large sun-coloured ears flattened themselves against your skull and your bared your sharp white teeth. The man looked up at you in a lazy way and raised an eyebrow.
“It’s me, you idiot,” he growled in a voice that was almost familiar.
You perked back up in curiosity and sniffed the air. The only scent different from yours was the wolf.
The wolf!
Once human again, you glared at him. “You didn’t have to wake me up.”<br>
He smirked and shrugged. “You’ve been asleep long enough.”<br>
A low growl escaped you. “Have I really? I don’t suppose you figure I went to sleep as soon as I dragged your ungrateful carcass up here, do you?”<br>
“Yes,” he said shortly, shrugging.
“Well, I didn’t.” His stupidity amazed you. Here you thought wolves were supposed to be smart. “If you hadn’t noticed, I also pulled the bullet out of your side, and bandaged the rest of your wounds.”<br>
He stared at you in surprise, before his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why?”<br>
“Why?” you asked incredulously. “We went through this last night. So you can be reunited with your pack and get a mate.”<br>
He stared in your eyes as if searching for something—like a hint as to if you were lying or not. “Why would you care?”<br>
“Because…” you trailed off, not really knowing why you cared. “I just do,” you said coldly, startling him a little.
He frowned at you, but remained silent. The silence grew until you became uncomfortable, and stood up only to stretch and yawn. Looking at him, you thingyed your head dog-like and sighed.
“Hungry?”<br>
He stared at you as if thinking you were going to poison him or something along those lines. You crossed your arms and waited, growing impatient. What was his problem? You saved his life, did he really have to be that stubborn in repayment?
“Yes.”<br>
Nodding, you walked over to the ladder and soon disappeared through the hole. Moments later, you popped back up and looked at him.
“I advise you not to go anywhere, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll try and bring you back a special treat.” After saying that, you smirked and disappeared in time to hear him growl after you.
Perhaps your life wouldn’t be as boring as it had been in the past. Even if the wolf-man hurt you, it wouldn’t matter anymore.
Quickly leaving the long-abandoned theatre, you walked down the streets as if you had not a care in the world. You shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your large, baggy black cargo pants and whistled a tune you thought you had forgotten. It had been sung to you by the mother of a long-dead friend. Tears stung your eyes momentarily, but you quickly and forcefully pushed them back.
Tahmores would not want me to mourn his memory, you told yourself sternly. He was too happy and carefree for that.
Setting your mind, and steeling your heart, you set out to do what you had come out to do.
Steal food.
Moments later, you were sneaking up to a busy booth that held raw meat for sale—and a little bit of fish. Do wolves like fish? You sighed at the fact you knew nothing about what others liked to eat. Sure, you liked fish…but would the wolf up in the loft? Growling at your incompetence, you decided to steal just a bit of everything.
Pulling out the bag you had specifically for times like this, you stood directly behind a rather large man and hurriedly began shoving food into the bag. When you went for the fish, the owner of the booth appeared in the wrong place—he would be able to see whatever you stole. Sighing to yourself, you waited until he moved away and quickly snatched three different varieties of the fish he had for sale and sprinted out of the crowd.
You ignored the protests of people being shoved out of the way, and continued running down the street until you were far enough away. Slowing to a walk, you had to force yourself not to give into your hunger and tear the bag up in haste to eat the contents.
‘Rasha…’
You froze and tensed all at the same time, before wildly looking around. You didn’t see anyone that would know your name, since you stuck mostly to yourself while in the cities you stayed at. Sniffing the air, your eyes widened in confusion and horror.
Somewhere nearby, the scent of three unfamiliar wolves drifted to you on the winter wind. You shivered, but not because of the cold, because all three were unmistakably male. Another gust of wind, from the other direction, blew your blue-black hair into your eyes, making you cough.
Two overly musky scents of males drifted to your sensitive nose, nearly gagging you. That is, until your memory was jogged and you remembered. No! They can’t be here now! Oh, nutse…
Breaking into another sprint, you started running back in the direction of the theatre. Hopefully your scent would be lost in with all of the others around, right? You sure as hell hoped so.
Coming to the ladder, you began sprinting up it only to find Tsume was lying on his side, a few feet from where he’d been when you left, panting heavily. You set the bag of meat down and crossed your arms, the familiar and strange scents alike completely forgotten.
“I told you not to go anywhere,” you said smugly. “This is why.”<br>
“What did…you do…to me?” he managed to growl out in between fits of pain.
You walked over to him and helped him into a sitting position before crawling behind him and massaging his shoulders and neck.
“I didn’t do anything. You’re the one who’s over-stressed yourself…you really need to take it easy and rest…” you muttered, ignoring his grunt as you worked on a large knot in his muscle.
He grunted again. “Why’re you taking…care of…me?”<br>
You shrugged even though he couldn’t see. “Because I can.”<br>
Getting up, you walked over to the bag and dragged it over to him. “I didn’t if know if you liked fish or not, so I stole just a bit of everything,” you muttered more to yourself than to him.
Dumping the bag upside down, all the food you’d stolen came pouring out onto the blanket covered floor. The wolf’s eyes widened in surprise, before he looked at you with his eyebrow raised.
“Can I know your name?” you asked, tilting your head.
He grunted as he reached for a piece of the food. “Tsume.”<br>
You grinned. “Rasha.”<br>
His eyes widened and he snapped his head up to look at you in shock. Your own eyes widened and you moved away as if scared of him.
“What’d I say?!” you asked.
His golden eyes just clouded over with thought and he shook his head. “Nothing. Nevermind.”<br>
You stared at him for a minute, before grabbing some fish to gnaw on. You’d never had problem with eating raw meat, and so it appeared, neither had Tsume. He was literally wolfing down the meat. You grinned at your own mental joke. If you had said it aloud, you didn’t have a doubt in your mind that the wolf in front of you wouldn’t have killed you for it.
The rest of your “dinner” passed by in silence. The whole time, you were pondering how to tell him about the strange wolves—maybe they were his pack? The thought of him leaving so soon to be with people who would never accept you just like your own pack stabbed at you like a knife and pierced your heart. You sighed softly and let the piece of chicken you were holding fall from your hand and onto the floor. Tsume grabbed it as if not noticing and shoved it into his mouth, causing you to wrinkle your nose lightly in disgust.
“I caught the scent of three male wolves while I was out,” you said quietly. “One was a lot younger than the other…”
Sometime during the process, the wolf had woken up. He had growled at you a couple of times, but you’d ended up smacking him over the head and telling him to shut up. He’d snorted and closed his eyes, falling back asleep. Sighing heavily, you looked down at yourself and groaned.
The stupid wolf’s blood was all over you, and you had enough experience to know that blood was extremely hard to get out of clothing—specially when you didn’t have any soap with which to clean it. Shooting a glare at the still sleeping wolf, you yawned and shifted back to your true form.
Curling up in a ball as tight as possible, you sighed and closed your amber eyes. Who would’ve thought that you, a dingo, would be taking care of a wolf? Certainly not you.
Or your poor excuses of parents.
~
A growl awakened you roughly from your sleep and your head shot up to look around in curiosity. A man was sitting across from you in a corner. He had pure-white hair and appeared to be wearing black leather. On his chest was an X-shaped scar.
Your body tensed, and you let out a warning growl as you backed yourself into a corner. The large sun-coloured ears flattened themselves against your skull and your bared your sharp white teeth. The man looked up at you in a lazy way and raised an eyebrow.
“It’s me, you idiot,” he growled in a voice that was almost familiar.
You perked back up in curiosity and sniffed the air. The only scent different from yours was the wolf.
The wolf!
Once human again, you glared at him. “You didn’t have to wake me up.”<br>
He smirked and shrugged. “You’ve been asleep long enough.”<br>
A low growl escaped you. “Have I really? I don’t suppose you figure I went to sleep as soon as I dragged your ungrateful carcass up here, do you?”<br>
“Yes,” he said shortly, shrugging.
“Well, I didn’t.” His stupidity amazed you. Here you thought wolves were supposed to be smart. “If you hadn’t noticed, I also pulled the bullet out of your side, and bandaged the rest of your wounds.”<br>
He stared at you in surprise, before his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why?”<br>
“Why?” you asked incredulously. “We went through this last night. So you can be reunited with your pack and get a mate.”<br>
He stared in your eyes as if searching for something—like a hint as to if you were lying or not. “Why would you care?”<br>
“Because…” you trailed off, not really knowing why you cared. “I just do,” you said coldly, startling him a little.
He frowned at you, but remained silent. The silence grew until you became uncomfortable, and stood up only to stretch and yawn. Looking at him, you thingyed your head dog-like and sighed.
“Hungry?”<br>
He stared at you as if thinking you were going to poison him or something along those lines. You crossed your arms and waited, growing impatient. What was his problem? You saved his life, did he really have to be that stubborn in repayment?
“Yes.”<br>
Nodding, you walked over to the ladder and soon disappeared through the hole. Moments later, you popped back up and looked at him.
“I advise you not to go anywhere, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll try and bring you back a special treat.” After saying that, you smirked and disappeared in time to hear him growl after you.
Perhaps your life wouldn’t be as boring as it had been in the past. Even if the wolf-man hurt you, it wouldn’t matter anymore.
Quickly leaving the long-abandoned theatre, you walked down the streets as if you had not a care in the world. You shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your large, baggy black cargo pants and whistled a tune you thought you had forgotten. It had been sung to you by the mother of a long-dead friend. Tears stung your eyes momentarily, but you quickly and forcefully pushed them back.
Tahmores would not want me to mourn his memory, you told yourself sternly. He was too happy and carefree for that.
Setting your mind, and steeling your heart, you set out to do what you had come out to do.
Steal food.
Moments later, you were sneaking up to a busy booth that held raw meat for sale—and a little bit of fish. Do wolves like fish? You sighed at the fact you knew nothing about what others liked to eat. Sure, you liked fish…but would the wolf up in the loft? Growling at your incompetence, you decided to steal just a bit of everything.
Pulling out the bag you had specifically for times like this, you stood directly behind a rather large man and hurriedly began shoving food into the bag. When you went for the fish, the owner of the booth appeared in the wrong place—he would be able to see whatever you stole. Sighing to yourself, you waited until he moved away and quickly snatched three different varieties of the fish he had for sale and sprinted out of the crowd.
You ignored the protests of people being shoved out of the way, and continued running down the street until you were far enough away. Slowing to a walk, you had to force yourself not to give into your hunger and tear the bag up in haste to eat the contents.
‘Rasha…’
You froze and tensed all at the same time, before wildly looking around. You didn’t see anyone that would know your name, since you stuck mostly to yourself while in the cities you stayed at. Sniffing the air, your eyes widened in confusion and horror.
Somewhere nearby, the scent of three unfamiliar wolves drifted to you on the winter wind. You shivered, but not because of the cold, because all three were unmistakably male. Another gust of wind, from the other direction, blew your blue-black hair into your eyes, making you cough.
Two overly musky scents of males drifted to your sensitive nose, nearly gagging you. That is, until your memory was jogged and you remembered. No! They can’t be here now! Oh, nutse…
Breaking into another sprint, you started running back in the direction of the theatre. Hopefully your scent would be lost in with all of the others around, right? You sure as hell hoped so.
Coming to the ladder, you began sprinting up it only to find Tsume was lying on his side, a few feet from where he’d been when you left, panting heavily. You set the bag of meat down and crossed your arms, the familiar and strange scents alike completely forgotten.
“I told you not to go anywhere,” you said smugly. “This is why.”<br>
“What did…you do…to me?” he managed to growl out in between fits of pain.
You walked over to him and helped him into a sitting position before crawling behind him and massaging his shoulders and neck.
“I didn’t do anything. You’re the one who’s over-stressed yourself…you really need to take it easy and rest…” you muttered, ignoring his grunt as you worked on a large knot in his muscle.
He grunted again. “Why’re you taking…care of…me?”<br>
You shrugged even though he couldn’t see. “Because I can.”<br>
Getting up, you walked over to the bag and dragged it over to him. “I didn’t if know if you liked fish or not, so I stole just a bit of everything,” you muttered more to yourself than to him.
Dumping the bag upside down, all the food you’d stolen came pouring out onto the blanket covered floor. The wolf’s eyes widened in surprise, before he looked at you with his eyebrow raised.
“Can I know your name?” you asked, tilting your head.
He grunted as he reached for a piece of the food. “Tsume.”<br>
You grinned. “Rasha.”<br>
His eyes widened and he snapped his head up to look at you in shock. Your own eyes widened and you moved away as if scared of him.
“What’d I say?!” you asked.
His golden eyes just clouded over with thought and he shook his head. “Nothing. Nevermind.”<br>
You stared at him for a minute, before grabbing some fish to gnaw on. You’d never had problem with eating raw meat, and so it appeared, neither had Tsume. He was literally wolfing down the meat. You grinned at your own mental joke. If you had said it aloud, you didn’t have a doubt in your mind that the wolf in front of you wouldn’t have killed you for it.
The rest of your “dinner” passed by in silence. The whole time, you were pondering how to tell him about the strange wolves—maybe they were his pack? The thought of him leaving so soon to be with people who would never accept you just like your own pack stabbed at you like a knife and pierced your heart. You sighed softly and let the piece of chicken you were holding fall from your hand and onto the floor. Tsume grabbed it as if not noticing and shoved it into his mouth, causing you to wrinkle your nose lightly in disgust.
“I caught the scent of three male wolves while I was out,” you said quietly. “One was a lot younger than the other…”
