Friday, December 2, 2005

*sigh* Another story
Chapter 1

I run continously, rarely taking in the air. My thoughts run wlid as the pack of wolves that are chasing me. I am at lost, confused and dilussioned as I sprint through the maze like forest. The howls are long and in range. My heart races faster and faster. I don't want to be caught, I want to live on and continue to thrive in this world. Is what I think when I am faced with the limitess pathways provided.

The thoughts continue yet again to linger and haunt. Why is there a bounty on me? Why? I am only a dog demon. Is that the only reason why?. I try to repress the last encounters with previous hunters. Their familiars follow my scent. I am tagged! The thought sends a death chill down my spine.

"NO! I will not give up." at the moment I said that, I gained twice the strenghth, courage and speed.

The howls of the wolves diminsh slowly. Then I can no longer hear them. I pause and sniff the air. There's no scent of any danger. I give a sigh a relief and forge on in a brisk walk.

Like I mentioned before I am a dog demon. My name is Lone. Age does not matter, but time does. I have long raven balck hair that flows down to my knees. A moon peeks from the bangs that hang loosely, a claw like mark streaks on the sides of my lightly toasted skin. I wear a kimono. A simlpe design is seen at the end of my sleeves, and yet no weapon is seen.

To one like me who has survived generations, age is but a thing of the past but time is the future. That we cannot control. I'd like to say that I have learned it the hard way but that's to commomn of a phrase.


I hear the wind whispering to the trees. I scoff slightly. Secrests they tell to each ohter. But I am not to listen. I walk on. I hear yells of frustration in the distance. The wolves yelp with a apologtic whine. Smirking, I laugh steadly inside. The fools. is all I think.

A crack of a twig has me turning in a second, with my hand in defensive mood. Slowly a paw emerges. I ease my stance and walk over. The pup whines. Smiling I take hold of the chains and break it easily.

The dog yelps joyously and licks my face. Softly chuckling I stroke it's cloud like fur. Whispering to it's delicate ears I say," Go now, before they notice you're gone."

The dog bows and runs off.

I watch the dog as the sun sets.

Spotting a small clearing I walk over and place my boa over me and gently close my eyes.
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