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Wednesday, January 26, 2005


Middle Day
Well, my day yesterday did not improve much, although some plans we made for today are a bit ruined, we were all supposed to come here today (All my friends adns cuh) to play the PS2, but I remember we cannot duye to the fact we no longer have an up-stairs TV, so I am hoping my familiy will not be in so we can just sit and use the LivingRoom TV :), I can hope at least.

Other than that, nothing major happened yesterday, I came to a conclusion though, I want to go to a Cosplay Convention, the only problem is I know of non in the UK, does anyone now of nay at all?

Well, I will leave you with another part of my story, I hope you enjoy it

Chapter 2 – The White Wolf

Richard watched as the other wolf took a position just directly in front of him, they seemed to be having a stand off, where they fighting who would have the final bite of him? He didn’t really care if it was or not, all he wanted to do was get out of there, so with what energy he had, a look of intense agony on his face, he moved off to the corner, slowly crawling across the floor through all the pain, cowering when he got there, watching the action only through the slits in his blood stained fingers.

He saw them go at each other like angry dogs he had seen before fighting over food, they exchanged blows, scratching, Biting, clawing, the White Coat of the other wolf becoming slightly red, but not with his blood, he seemed to be able to avoid any kind of injury, it was the blood from him, that the other wolf had taken.

The battle seemed to last an eternity, as Richard sat there trying to forget he was there, and let his wounds just go away, but always he felt it sting, it hurt him so bad., and this could be seen on his face. He looked onwards, as eventually, he looked as he saw the darker wolf run off, it looked as if it had been injured badly as it began to limp away as fast as he could, meanwhile, the other Wolf, the White one now with slight red patches stood there, looking victorious.

Richard just sat there in awe of this White Wolf, but, realizing his wounds were still there, he clutched them, trying to stop them bleeding, but failing, miserably, He hoped the other wolf would not see him there, sitting, bleeding, but he was hoping too much, he knew that could not happen, as the wolf then looked to him, staring straight at him, Richard looked away, he did not wish to aggravated the wolf, but he thought it was already too late, he would take him now as part of his prize.

He continued to look to the sides and down, trying not to concentrate on what he expected to come next, a swift and painless death he hoped would be his end, but, as he heard the paw steps stop, nothing, only the wind in the yard blowing his hear slightly. Where was his death, where was the pain that would come from the Wolf?

He looked up to hope that maybe the wolf had left, but, indeed it had not, quite the opposite, it was standing straight in front of him, just staring at him, it seemed to be ascertain something, but he could not make any sense of it. Richard looked away slightly, as he raised his arm slightly, seeing the wolf move forward, he would have expected another bite into it, not that it would make much difference, his arm was a mess already, and another bite into would make no difference to his suffering. Instead though, he felt something entirely different, he felt moisture, and as he looked up, he could see as the White Wolf was actually licking his wounds, as if he was trying to re-assure him. Richard looked back up again to look at the Wolf, Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">moving his arm slightly, he felt warmth go through him which filled every part of his body, was this Wolf, peaceful?

As he lowered his arm, he looked deep into the Wolfs eyes, and saw no malice in them, no snarling, no bore teeth, just a Wolf standing there, looking at him back. He raised his right arm slightly, Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">moving it tentatively towards the wolf, it did not react as he slowly moved it towards it muzzle, touching it slight on the right side, he moved away again, tentatively, but, the wolf did nothing but in fact moved forward, which he followed suite with again, Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">moving his arm, stroking the side of the muzzle gently with this blood stained hands, it seemed to smile as he did this, and it moved further forward to him, and for some reason, through all his pain and his fear which he still had, he threw his arms around It, holding it close, it’s fur becoming red where he held it over wounds. He felt himself begin to cry, but the wolf did nothing, but indeed just stood there, like it was trying to tell him it was ok.

It was at this point he heard it’s voice, he was slightly taken back by this, a talking Wolf, but he listened, just glad he was still alive, and it said to him, softly, over his shoulder, “You do not need to be afraid, you are ok now” Richard let go slightly and it moved to be in front of him again, Richard was about to open his mouth to ask the question of how he could talk, but, the wolf beat him to the punch, and continued to say in the same tone of voice, “I know, you didn’t expect this, yes, I can talk, and to why I saved you, another question you likely have, I did it because you were defenseless, and I cannot stand the strong who chose to fight the weak” of course, the wolf hid something, he felt something from this child from the moment he placed his eyes on him, but he was not sure.

Richard was about to thank the wolf for his assistance, but, before he got the chance another set of thuds were heard at the opposite ends of the courtyard, as both of them looked over to where the sound was, fear spread over him again, as he moved and hid behind the White Wolf, shivering, shaking uncontrollably in fear, holding onto the wolf slightly, the wolf did not seem to mind, but turned to him and said, “They are my friends, they won’t hurt you”, he watched as they moved forward, and as the 4 talked, one was a Grey, with a scar on his chest, another was large and Brown with a collar around his neck, the last one Lanky and Brown, with what seemed like a bracelet on his front right leg.

They seemed to be talking about something, Richard could not hear them, but it would seem that this White one was some kind of leader of this ‘pack. As he sat there, behind the white one, using it as some kind of shield, he felt a nudge at his side, looking to it he saw the Brown, Lanky one, the one with the bracelet. It seemed to be trying to get his attention, turning his head he looked to it tentatively, he looked at it briefly before looking away, a voice came from the Wolf, saying to him gently, “You look bad, you had a quite a beating, I am sorry” as the wolf said this, it moved up closer to him and it rested on his side, he felt the warmth in it’s fur as it rested it’s head on his lap, and Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">moving his hand gently, he stroked it, slowly at first, only in short burst, but, he slowly became more confident, it seemed that they wanted no malice upon him, he felt slightly happier, but, he suddenly remembered his wounds, he reached and touch ed it to see it was still bleeding, not as much as it was, but, indeed it still had blood coming from it, creating a large dwell of fear within, he was still at risk.

The White one turned, looked him in the face, and then said to him, “What’s you name?” he cocked his head slightly, looking to his wounds while Richard struggled, and gave the answer, as well as he could, feeling his body begin to fail on him, energy been sapped from every part to keep him alive,

“Ri, Richard” he gave a hefty cough after this, leaning forward, specks of blood on his hand, he looked at this, his eyes widening, he wasn’t going to last much longer, but at least he would rest in Peace. The White wolf, looking at him as he coughed then said to him, softly,

“I am Kiba, we shall take you somewhere to heal your wounds” as he said this, he began to change, suddenly, in front of him was a Human, Blue Jeans and White T-Shirt, the others also did the same, having all there own distinctive looks, Richard looked at them with amazement, what were they?

Kiba moved to his side to help him up, placing his head under his arm, the other one who had his head on his lap picked up his other side, dressed in a red shirt and Brown Cargo’s. The pain drifted on through his body as he was picked up, he felt every Neuron flicker and reacted, the pain been so much as to make him call out slightly as he did, the Wolves, now Humans reacted in trying to pick him up more slowly.

Once off the floor, they looked to him, and Kiba said to him, quietly, “Ready?”, Richard replied with a simple nod as he felt himself been dragged along slightly, he found it hard to keep his footing on such an uneven path, but, with his current strength, it did not matter anyway, he felt himself begin to drift off, the energy leaving him nearly totally now, the last scene he saw was Kiba’s face, looking ahead, his hair Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">Moving">moving in the wind, taking him someplace.


Well, must run, talk later, thanks for reading, also, glad so many of you like the TOp Welcomeing Banner, that means alot to me

(On an additional note, my wallpapers have been accepted, if you would like to see them, they are in the WOLF's RAIN section, I hope you like them)

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