I uh, went a little crazy. xD There may be a few discrepancies as I modified it from the way it was originally written (with human characters) to wolf characters.
Tam ♂ ------------------------ Kiara ♀
The forest was dark, but not ominously so, pure, cold starlight dappling faintly down through the leaves of the towering trees. Thick silence blanketed the world, but even then she knew that all around her, soundless creatures padded through the shadows. Some sent chills down her spine, their hostile gazes intense, and others were merely a curious presence, studying her like they had never seen anything like her before. And then again, not one of them had, for no dog had ever set foot in this forest before. She would not like to know exactly what it was that watched her.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled. Her blonde and white fur was suddenly too thick, stifling her, her ears pinned back as she pushed back into the little hollow between the roots of the tree. The rough bark chafed at her, but it was nothing to the fear that suddenly welled up deep inside her, icy fingers closing on her heart. If she had thought the gazes of the unseen predators before were dangerous, then this was truly terrifying. Something she would never want to meet on a bright day surrounded by warriors, let alone in the gloom of a forbidden land, separated from her group.
She was no warrior. She had never learned the art of fighting with a weapon; she had only ever known a life of privilege. If you could call it that, she thought fearfully, her heart pounding. She was not brave. She was defenseless, and instinctively knew that the thing watching her knew all this and more.
Her breath sobbed in and out, catching in her lungs and coming erratically. Lazily, a pair of midnight eyes observed her, blinking slowly in the depths of the shadows. She found herself frozen, unaccountably entranced by the cerulean gaze. Perhaps this was the predator’s way of luring its prey to its death. Perhaps it was nothing more than curiosity. She might never know.
A strange kind of peace had settled over her as she waited, her eyes locked where she had last seen those eyes. The forest was avoided for this very fact. Things out of your best dreams and worst nightmares padded under the shadow of these trees.
Silent astonishment overtook her as a figure, quite obviously a wolf, padded across the clearing between them. She suddenly found herself short of breath, and astonishment joined her fear.
Sinuously walking across the clearing, coming straight for her, was a young wolf. Fierce eyes, cunning eyes, brilliant ones that shifted warily from her to their surroundings and back again. For a moment, they would rest on her, and then they would flicker away, ever mobile. His hair was dark, a black so true it gleamed blue in the cold light of the stars above, and his walk was something akin to a cat’s. There was arrogance, grace, and a terrible kind of beauty to him, down to the small golden hoop in his ear and the golden bands high on his front legs. Never before had she seen anyone more handsome, or anyone less earthly.
She stopped breathing completely when she saw the ripple of white feathers. Good God, he had wings…
“Who are you?” She managed, trying to sound bold, her attempt coming off as a pitiful squeak.
“I may ask the same of you.” And his voice. When he spoke, it was low and persuasive, but something primal in her warned her to run. She must not trust that voice. But why?
“What are you?”
“Again, I would ask the same of you, but I think I know.” Now there was arrogance, flashing in his eyes, and a deep hatred for her. There was no reason given for it; the hatred was just there, existing as if it had for all of eternity. But how could he hate her? He did not even know her.
“Dog.” He spat the word as if it was some kind of curse. It made her shiver, all the way to her bones. In the word there were lifetimes of bloodshed and hate and violence.
“I don’t understand.” Her voice was small; she had given up all hope of courage.
“How could you not understand?” His voice was incredulous, accusing, as if he did not believe her. “Are you not of the very race that condemned us to dwell here?”
His words were eloquent, overwhelming her. “Please,” she pleaded, nearly whimpering. “I really don’t. It’s a mistake… I don’t know who you are, what you are, or even where I am!”
Something probed her consciousness and she automatically recoiled, giving a gasp of shock. It was him, and she knew it. How could he do that? A moment later, she stifled a scream as he forced his way into her thoughts.
His presence was truly terrifying. He was young, only a few years her elder, but exceedingly powerful. Quickly, his consciousness took a hold of her memories, sifting through them. In mere moments, he had released her. The hostility was still in his eyes, but he no longer seemed as if he would attack her. Instead, his brow had furrowed in confusion. She swallowed, hard, and had to keep herself from staring. Despite it all, he was still entirely handsome.
“You really don’t understand.” He said it shortly, not as a question. “I don’t have any choice but to take you with me, and dispatch others to retrieve your friends. You cannot be allowed to remain. If my kin find you, or them… It will not go well.” His eyes were filled with exasperation, and for some reason this sent a flash of irritation through her. She was being treated as an inconvenience by someone she barely knew, and who now knew her like no one else.
Tam ♂ ------------------------ Kiara ♀
The forest was dark, but not ominously so, pure, cold starlight dappling faintly down through the leaves of the towering trees. Thick silence blanketed the world, but even then she knew that all around her, soundless creatures padded through the shadows. Some sent chills down her spine, their hostile gazes intense, and others were merely a curious presence, studying her like they had never seen anything like her before. And then again, not one of them had, for no dog had ever set foot in this forest before. She would not like to know exactly what it was that watched her.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled. Her blonde and white fur was suddenly too thick, stifling her, her ears pinned back as she pushed back into the little hollow between the roots of the tree. The rough bark chafed at her, but it was nothing to the fear that suddenly welled up deep inside her, icy fingers closing on her heart. If she had thought the gazes of the unseen predators before were dangerous, then this was truly terrifying. Something she would never want to meet on a bright day surrounded by warriors, let alone in the gloom of a forbidden land, separated from her group.
She was no warrior. She had never learned the art of fighting with a weapon; she had only ever known a life of privilege. If you could call it that, she thought fearfully, her heart pounding. She was not brave. She was defenseless, and instinctively knew that the thing watching her knew all this and more.
Her breath sobbed in and out, catching in her lungs and coming erratically. Lazily, a pair of midnight eyes observed her, blinking slowly in the depths of the shadows. She found herself frozen, unaccountably entranced by the cerulean gaze. Perhaps this was the predator’s way of luring its prey to its death. Perhaps it was nothing more than curiosity. She might never know.
A strange kind of peace had settled over her as she waited, her eyes locked where she had last seen those eyes. The forest was avoided for this very fact. Things out of your best dreams and worst nightmares padded under the shadow of these trees.
Silent astonishment overtook her as a figure, quite obviously a wolf, padded across the clearing between them. She suddenly found herself short of breath, and astonishment joined her fear.
Sinuously walking across the clearing, coming straight for her, was a young wolf. Fierce eyes, cunning eyes, brilliant ones that shifted warily from her to their surroundings and back again. For a moment, they would rest on her, and then they would flicker away, ever mobile. His hair was dark, a black so true it gleamed blue in the cold light of the stars above, and his walk was something akin to a cat’s. There was arrogance, grace, and a terrible kind of beauty to him, down to the small golden hoop in his ear and the golden bands high on his front legs. Never before had she seen anyone more handsome, or anyone less earthly.
She stopped breathing completely when she saw the ripple of white feathers. Good God, he had wings…
“Who are you?” She managed, trying to sound bold, her attempt coming off as a pitiful squeak.
“I may ask the same of you.” And his voice. When he spoke, it was low and persuasive, but something primal in her warned her to run. She must not trust that voice. But why?
“What are you?”
“Again, I would ask the same of you, but I think I know.” Now there was arrogance, flashing in his eyes, and a deep hatred for her. There was no reason given for it; the hatred was just there, existing as if it had for all of eternity. But how could he hate her? He did not even know her.
“Dog.” He spat the word as if it was some kind of curse. It made her shiver, all the way to her bones. In the word there were lifetimes of bloodshed and hate and violence.
“I don’t understand.” Her voice was small; she had given up all hope of courage.
“How could you not understand?” His voice was incredulous, accusing, as if he did not believe her. “Are you not of the very race that condemned us to dwell here?”
His words were eloquent, overwhelming her. “Please,” she pleaded, nearly whimpering. “I really don’t. It’s a mistake… I don’t know who you are, what you are, or even where I am!”
Something probed her consciousness and she automatically recoiled, giving a gasp of shock. It was him, and she knew it. How could he do that? A moment later, she stifled a scream as he forced his way into her thoughts.
His presence was truly terrifying. He was young, only a few years her elder, but exceedingly powerful. Quickly, his consciousness took a hold of her memories, sifting through them. In mere moments, he had released her. The hostility was still in his eyes, but he no longer seemed as if he would attack her. Instead, his brow had furrowed in confusion. She swallowed, hard, and had to keep herself from staring. Despite it all, he was still entirely handsome.
“You really don’t understand.” He said it shortly, not as a question. “I don’t have any choice but to take you with me, and dispatch others to retrieve your friends. You cannot be allowed to remain. If my kin find you, or them… It will not go well.” His eyes were filled with exasperation, and for some reason this sent a flash of irritation through her. She was being treated as an inconvenience by someone she barely knew, and who now knew her like no one else.
