Post by Neko_LG on Jul 30, 2008 21:18:25 GMT -5
Chapter 1: A Hero’s Demise
Kiba ran along the street, stumbling slightly as he ran past an alleyway. In the alleyway a small white flower had bloomed and a glowing white aura surrounded its moon-coloured petals. Kiba skidded to a halt, turning to see a leather clad man on a red motorbike stopping on the other side of the alley. As the tall man got off of his vehicle, Kiba noticed something about him. “Tsume?” he said, his voice echoing around the ivy covered walls. “Who are you? I know you from somewhere, I know what you are, but not who.” He mumbled, just loud enough to be heard as he took his helmet off. Tsume walked towards the glowing flower, entranced by its glow. From behind him a small mew was heard, and a young boy with a cat in one arm and an umbrella in the other walked up to the two. “I’m…I’m Kiba.” Kiba said unsurely. Kiba was the only one in the entire pack who had kept all of his memories. The others could only remember what had happened before they had met him. They had all woken up in the place they had slept before joining the pack, blissfully unaware of what had actually happened to them. “Tsume looked behind him and one memory which had stuck firmly in his mind was the boy, Toboe. Tsume remembered his face, how they had been such good friends, how he had cried over Toboe’s dead body. He tripped up and almost crushed the lunar flower, pointing at Toboe, his face sweating. “You…can’t be…here!” he gasped. “You’re dead!” Toboe tilted his head to the side at this remark, whilst Kiba crouched down next to the lunar flower. ”He was dead. But he was brought back by Cheza.” Tsume’s eyes opened as wide as possible, memories flooding into his head. “Che…za?” He asked quietly. Toboe too had remembered everything, he fell to the ground, clutching at his lower chest/upper stomach hearing a gunshot and feeling nothing but pain. Tsume too had grabbed onto the place he had received his fatal wound, his left thigh; he sat there thinking about how he had thought his death would be and comparing it to his real death. “Have you found Hige?” Tsume asked, finally standing up next to Kiba. Kiba nodded his head unemotionally. “Hige and Blue are married now. Hige says that he wants to have the whole pack back together safely before he got committed to it again.”
“Typical Hige!” Tsume laughed, “Since when have our pack and the word safe even been in the same sentence!?” he shouted. Toboe was laughing too, though not as loud. Kiba smiled awkwardly and began walking out of the alleyway, leaving the lunar flower to bloom. Tsume wiped a tear from his eye and walked over to his motor bike, swinging his leg over. He started up the engine and put his helmet back on, beckoning Toboe to come and sit on the blood red machine.
Hige looked sceptically at Kiba. “How do you know this won’t end up like last time? I’ve died once, it wasn’t particularly nice.” Kiba kept his face straight and looked over Hige’s shoulder to Blue who turned to her husband. “Kiba is giving us the offer of a lifetime. We were given a second chance so that we could find Paradise. If you’re not going then I am.” She said, walking past Hige and standing next to Kiba. (Toboe and Tsume had gone to look for food) Hige lifted his hands to his neck, feeling where his collar had once been. They pack gathered together again at the gates of the city. Different to last time they were ready to leave, not being forced. The five let their projections drop and sniffed the air. Kiba set off first, going east. The others followed, close on his tail as the scent of the lunar flower filled their maws.
After a month of travelling the wolves were sitting in a large cave, waiting for Kiba to come back from hunting. Tsume was lying next to a fire, supposedly sleeping; Toboe was sat at the entrance of the cave, staring into the snow for any sign of Kiba; Hige and Blue were sitting together at the back of the cave, simply talking. Through the snow something moved closer, a small blot in the distance. As it came closer, Toboe realised it was a blood red colour. He jumped up and told the others. “It looks like Kiba’s back, with the food.” Hige and Blue both stood up and walked over to Toboe, while Tsume opened his eyes to see what the fuss was about. “Hey, Porky, hungry much?” he said, smiling, slyly as Hige turned away. Toboe ran out to greet his Alpha but saw that the blood red colour was in fact from Kiba’s own blood. He collapsed in the snow and Toboe looked for what could have hurt him so badly. Kiba was covered in bite marks, blood was pouring from every little break in his skin. Tsume sat next to his friend. “Tsume, I want you…to take…the pack…to Paradise…” Kiba whispered, his eyes rolling up, into the back of his head. Kiba, the white wolf who had once been destined to open Paradise was dead.
Kiba ran along the street, stumbling slightly as he ran past an alleyway. In the alleyway a small white flower had bloomed and a glowing white aura surrounded its moon-coloured petals. Kiba skidded to a halt, turning to see a leather clad man on a red motorbike stopping on the other side of the alley. As the tall man got off of his vehicle, Kiba noticed something about him. “Tsume?” he said, his voice echoing around the ivy covered walls. “Who are you? I know you from somewhere, I know what you are, but not who.” He mumbled, just loud enough to be heard as he took his helmet off. Tsume walked towards the glowing flower, entranced by its glow. From behind him a small mew was heard, and a young boy with a cat in one arm and an umbrella in the other walked up to the two. “I’m…I’m Kiba.” Kiba said unsurely. Kiba was the only one in the entire pack who had kept all of his memories. The others could only remember what had happened before they had met him. They had all woken up in the place they had slept before joining the pack, blissfully unaware of what had actually happened to them. “Tsume looked behind him and one memory which had stuck firmly in his mind was the boy, Toboe. Tsume remembered his face, how they had been such good friends, how he had cried over Toboe’s dead body. He tripped up and almost crushed the lunar flower, pointing at Toboe, his face sweating. “You…can’t be…here!” he gasped. “You’re dead!” Toboe tilted his head to the side at this remark, whilst Kiba crouched down next to the lunar flower. ”He was dead. But he was brought back by Cheza.” Tsume’s eyes opened as wide as possible, memories flooding into his head. “Che…za?” He asked quietly. Toboe too had remembered everything, he fell to the ground, clutching at his lower chest/upper stomach hearing a gunshot and feeling nothing but pain. Tsume too had grabbed onto the place he had received his fatal wound, his left thigh; he sat there thinking about how he had thought his death would be and comparing it to his real death. “Have you found Hige?” Tsume asked, finally standing up next to Kiba. Kiba nodded his head unemotionally. “Hige and Blue are married now. Hige says that he wants to have the whole pack back together safely before he got committed to it again.”
“Typical Hige!” Tsume laughed, “Since when have our pack and the word safe even been in the same sentence!?” he shouted. Toboe was laughing too, though not as loud. Kiba smiled awkwardly and began walking out of the alleyway, leaving the lunar flower to bloom. Tsume wiped a tear from his eye and walked over to his motor bike, swinging his leg over. He started up the engine and put his helmet back on, beckoning Toboe to come and sit on the blood red machine.
Hige looked sceptically at Kiba. “How do you know this won’t end up like last time? I’ve died once, it wasn’t particularly nice.” Kiba kept his face straight and looked over Hige’s shoulder to Blue who turned to her husband. “Kiba is giving us the offer of a lifetime. We were given a second chance so that we could find Paradise. If you’re not going then I am.” She said, walking past Hige and standing next to Kiba. (Toboe and Tsume had gone to look for food) Hige lifted his hands to his neck, feeling where his collar had once been. They pack gathered together again at the gates of the city. Different to last time they were ready to leave, not being forced. The five let their projections drop and sniffed the air. Kiba set off first, going east. The others followed, close on his tail as the scent of the lunar flower filled their maws.
After a month of travelling the wolves were sitting in a large cave, waiting for Kiba to come back from hunting. Tsume was lying next to a fire, supposedly sleeping; Toboe was sat at the entrance of the cave, staring into the snow for any sign of Kiba; Hige and Blue were sitting together at the back of the cave, simply talking. Through the snow something moved closer, a small blot in the distance. As it came closer, Toboe realised it was a blood red colour. He jumped up and told the others. “It looks like Kiba’s back, with the food.” Hige and Blue both stood up and walked over to Toboe, while Tsume opened his eyes to see what the fuss was about. “Hey, Porky, hungry much?” he said, smiling, slyly as Hige turned away. Toboe ran out to greet his Alpha but saw that the blood red colour was in fact from Kiba’s own blood. He collapsed in the snow and Toboe looked for what could have hurt him so badly. Kiba was covered in bite marks, blood was pouring from every little break in his skin. Tsume sat next to his friend. “Tsume, I want you…to take…the pack…to Paradise…” Kiba whispered, his eyes rolling up, into the back of his head. Kiba, the white wolf who had once been destined to open Paradise was dead.
