βℓαcκ ˩ιℓℓʏ wrote:Day 1,
Hello, my name is Jane. The psychologist in this place, the asylum, believes it will help me if I write a journal. You might as well know my story, I guess. Well, it feels like just a year ago I was out in the world, I had friends, a boyfriend, family, and a life! Now look at me.... I'm in a mental ward with no chance of leave.
It all started out with one fatal trip. One trip I would do again and again if I had the choice. I walked down the forest road, my family was out camping, and I was just walking. There were no large predators in this forest, from what I had been told, but I guess they didn't really look all to well. 'Cause the minute my foot went off the trail and into the deeper part of the forest I heard a vicious snarl. I'm spooked and I run, feeling my Fight or Flight response kick in. At the time I did not know what I know now and it would have saved me if I had known to go back to the path, sadly I went even deeper.
As I ran, time seemed to slow around me and I realized how foggy things were. I turn my head back and see wolves, well they aren't your average wolves, they are wolves the size of full grown male bears! I try to scream but nothing comes out as they race after me at a speed that seems to be faster then a cheetah! Time goes back to normal and I'm staggering and stumbling as I try desperately to get away. One of the wolves, the wolf I will later find out is the beta female of the pack, lunges and bites my leg and drags me down. The female keeps hold of my leg till the rest of the pack catches up. These wolves are huge compared to my seventeen year old body.
Oh, by the way, I have long red hair, a bit like Jessica Rabbit, and my eyes are bright green but I have no freckles. I know it might be a bit strange not to find a red head with no freckles but it won't be the weirdest thing you find in this story. Now, back to my 'adventure.'
When the wolves surround me they let out a loud howl, it almost makes my ears burst its so loud. I cover my ears with my hands and look down at my wounded leg, blood was seeping from the wounds and the wounds looked very deep. I look around at the other wolves and frown. I watch as a large black wolf, female of course, walks forward and narrows her blue eyes. I'm talking ice blue! The color of ice over the deep sea kind of ice blue! She bares her teeth as she circles me, sniffing my neck and back. She growls close to my ear and I respond in the way I saw other, normal, wolves do when a larger wolf comes towards them in an aggressive manner. I quickly lay on my side and make a sort of whimpering sound that seems to please the female.
The female looks at the pack and so do I, then I realize they are all female. The female turns her attention to me then my leg and glares at the beta, who is a kind of misty gray color with the same, but more bland, blue eyes. The beta backs a bit and dips her head low while her ears are plastered against her skull, showing submission. The alpha turns to me and barks loudly, once again almost breaking my ears, she pulls on the back of my shirt until I am forced to my feet, but I soon crumple from the wound in my leg.
The alpha female is obviously annoyed that I can not stand. She growls lightly and turns to the smallest female in the very back and gives a mix between a bark and a growl and the female lowers her ears, head, tail, and stature as she warily walks forward and picks me up onto her back, carrying me, then looks at the alpha female to see if she has done right. The alpha has stopped growling and gives a small nod to the smaller female, who wags her tail and looks excited to please the alpha. The smaller female is a brindle color with brown eyes that are rather plain.
The female begins to carry me at the back of the pack, I'm laying with my stomach on the females back, and I can tell this female is either new or has been the omega for a long time. I'm suddenly very glad I did that report on wolves the year before. I watch the pack, still surprised to find them all female. I watch as they follow the large black female with the stunning blue eyes, the gray female not far behind the black one.
Soon we are in a large clearing and I'm dumped in the middle once more as the pack looks anxious to check me out, they also look more relaxed now that they are home. I'm quick to lay down on my side and kind of curl up to show I'm no threat, hoping the black female won't give the word to tear me apart piece by piece. What the black female does when she approaches shocks me. She turns human. She has long black hair and her eyes are the same, stunning icy blue. The rest of the pack does as well. The wolves coat color seems to represent their hair and their eyes stay the same.
"Who are you?" These are the first words that come from the alphas mouth. I'm still in shock and I can only stare with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. The female growls once more, "Who are you?" This time there was a deadly edge to it and I'm forced to respond. "Jane." Is all I'm able to manage. The pack still looks anxious to meet me, maybe fight me. I look at the alpha with pleading and desperate eyes. The alpha is not fazed but rather amused. I can tell by the smirk that twitches and flashes along her lips. The female is beautiful, and I'm jealous. I'm no lesbian but this female is so stunning that I envy any male who gets to be close to her.
"My name is Mirage." The female responds. I can no longer refer to her as 'female' and now you will be hearing her called Mirage instead.A tone of seriousness washes over her face and voice. "Why were you in our forest?" She says in almost a growl, and I'm reminded that these girls were just the same snarling wolves I had seen a minute ago. I look down and mutter, "I was walking home and wanted to take a short cut because I shouldn't be late tonight, my grandmother is coming."
The female, err, Mirage snorts and said, "You intruded and now we can't let you go otherwise you might expose us.." These words take me back and I look up at her with a shocked expression. "What? No! Please! I need to go home!" My pleas go unanswered as Mirage turns to her pack and nods. The girls all come around me and push me to my feet and start shoving me to a tree. I scream at the top of my lungs when I see one of them bring a knife out as they pin my arms and knees to a tree.
I clench my teeth and close my eyes tight as I await the piercing knife go wherever they please it to. But instead, I hear one of the other girls scream and I feel the pressure from my arms and legs disappear. I slowly open my eyes to see someone in front of me. Someone with raven like wings that look as if they suck the light right out of the forest. He pulls a sword that glows like its made of pure starlight and I have to look at his wings again, but this time they glow as well. They glow black though and I can't see his face as his back is to me. He stares at the werewolves and narrows his eyes, I can tell from the way the skin on the side of his head moves just slightly.
He has black hair and tan skin and he looks as if he has worked hard his whole life. I cannot help but admire his wings, I reach my hand out to touch the large, glorious, wings but they move just slightly before my wings can touch them and it makes my hand shoot away from them. I see Mirage turn into a werewolf and she snarls as she moves towards the man in front of me and she swipes her claws out at him but he deflects and slices his sword at her and it hits her shoulder and she howls in pain and backs up slightly, her black coat beginning to clump with blood.The girl with the gray fur and blander blue eyes jumps to Mirages side then turns to the man in front of me and snarls. She jumps at him and manages to pin him but he runs her through with his sword and she goes limp as her heart stops beating and her eyes turn flat and milky.
"MIST!!!" Mirage screams, agony and disbelief filling her voice. Tears run down her cheeks as she turns human and pulls Mist from the ground after the man has stood and Mist turned back to her human form. Mist couldn't be much older then me. She has a gray colored hair and blue eyes that are now milky and gray as her hair. Mirage is weeping over the girl. They look like sisters. I feel guilt twinge in me, though I have done nothing to harm the girl. The man has kept his back to me the whole time and has not allowed me to see his face. I turn to him as he looks ready to once again kill off another werewolf. The werewolves all move around Mirage, most crying as well.
Mirage has gone into a full sob as she buried her face in the crook of her sisters neck and kept one hand on the wound that ran straight through her heart. I would admit, Mist had no chance against the man who is protecting me. Mirage looks up and sets her sister down then kisses her forehead and closed her eyes. She glares at both me and the man and screams, "YOU KILLED HER!! YOU KILLED MY LITTLE SISTER!!!" She looked as if she were ready to take a knife to both of us and run us both through. I am in shock, once again, and almost scream when I see large black wings cloak around me and cover me, sadly the shadow covered my protectors face once more.
I feel a sudden wave of relaxation and calmness wash over me as the dark wings surround my whole body and I close my eyes and melt into the cradling wings. I feel like I'm flying. Everything is nothing and nothing is everything. I can no longer tell the difference between night and day and the world slips away. My senses are overloaded with a mix between pure joy and an amazing amount of relaxation. I feel kind of high. Not drugs high but the laughing gas at the dentist high.
I open my eyes when light swirls around me and I'm back in the forest, though not in the same spot I was. I'm alone. My wound is gone and there is not even a scab or scar. If it had not been for the black feather in the palm of my hand I would have thought it was a dream. I sigh to myself, just noticing the feather. Had I really seen Mist be killed, or had I dreamed it all and a black feather flown into my hand? I shook it off and began to run home, unknown to the fact I would be seeing my protector more then once in the next week. It is time for me to retire for the night, the guards have shut off all the lights in the asylum so I cannot write anymore and will have to finish up my story a bit later, my apologies.
),anyway,somtimes I get a bit emotional over my carrys (no crying if thats what you're thinking),,I guess you could call me bipolar w/o being bipolar?? lol A lotta people also think I have ADD -_-
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And yes, I didn't put restrictions because I don't have any; I can cope with one-liners as long as they give me enough to actually reply to.
