Post by AmericanWolf_2-BP-Alpha on Feb 2, 2007 15:01:32 GMT -5
Rated.... PG
A shortfic about my character Kiona, from the time she was born, up to when she meets the wolf that'll change her life.
The Wolf's Trail
Most don't remember first being born. I remember, however, because it was not that long ago. I remember being warm one minute, and then a minute later, I get overwhelmed with coldness. I didn't like being cold and wet, so I wimpered for my mother. I felt her warmth all over my body. It was rough, but I eventually became dry. I nuzzled my way closer to her, pushing my way through bodies similar to mine. As soon as I felt safe, I smelled a dangerous scent. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was untamed, so I wimpered for my mother again. She came to me and she made the strange scent go away. I felt safe. I crawled to my mother's warmth and fell asleep.
When my eyes opened and I could walk, mother took me and my five siblings to see father, who lived on the beach. There was no real routine in to seeing father. Just whenever mother felt like visiting him, we followed her. I, particularly, did not care to visit father, because his scent scared me. I had no idea why, but it did. Maybe it was because it seemed wilder than mother's, like a part of him was meant to run in the mountains. And kill. I didn't know if any of my brothers of sisters noticed this scent. They most likely did, and just decided to not pay it any mind. I tried playing with him like the others, but I was always happier running with them, away from him. I always ran faster than my siblings. I loved the feeling of not being able to be caught by anyone. But I would always stray too far away from the beach without realizing and mother would always call to me. They'd bark "Una!" (Una was what they called me) But whenever I wouldn't return, mother would always chase me back. Afterwards she would punish me, by ignoring me for a while, and I hated it, but she did it to my brothers and sisters too.
One day, my siblings and I were placed in an open crate outside of our master's house. We had no idea why we were outside in a crate, but mother and father seemed a little upset. I didn't become upset until one by one, people were taking my siblings. There was only three of us left, until a large man picked me up. Mother wasn't afraid, so I wasn't either. His hands felt dry and rough, but they were gentle while holding me. He bared his teeth at me as a way to express happyness, and I wagged my tail. I liked this man, and he obviously liked me, so he took me to where he lived. He lived in the outskirts of town, and his back door led to an open meadow of snow. He was very kind to me while I lived with him. I soon found that Thomas was what he was called. He called me Kiona. When I grew a little older, Thomas would take me out in the open and train me to run fast. I loved running fast because it felt like nothing could touch me. But then my lovely swiftness was taken away when he made me pull a sled with bags of food on it. It felt like it was holding me back at first, but I eventually learned to pull a heavy sled. And soon I was able to go back to being fast and pulling a sled at the same time. It was marvelous hard work and I loved every minute of it.
It was night when I first seen a rabbit in the yard, sniffing around for grass to nibble on. I laid very still with my ears perked up high. The rabbit eventually came within a few feet of me, and I leapt at it. It ran away, but I chased it down. The rabbit zigzagged trying to throw me off balance, but I stayed right on it's tail. I came close enough to him, and I pounced on him and bit him hard. The rabbit didn't even have enough time to scream before I broke it's neck. I ate my fill of the rabbit, but then my yearning for blood was powerful, almost dangerous. I felt the need to kill more, but I came to my senses and went home. I woke up early the next morning and found my father still sleeping on his wrecked boat. I didn't want to wake him, so I whispered a word of thanks into his ear and ran back home.
The next afternoon, Thomas added two more to our small family. A lean grey and white husky named Fox and a more muscular brown husky named Alapa. Fox definately lived up to his name. He was very cunning and swift and often stole my food. He annoyed me greatly. I liked Alapa much more. He wasn't as cunning as Fox, but he was strong. He would have definately been able to tear me up, if he wasn't so timid. Thomas would often hook us up to his sled and pull alot of weight and I would always lead. Fox didn't enjoy me leading, though. He would always nip at my heels and I would have to go and punish him later that day. Whenever either of them made a stupid mistake I would bite them to ensure that they wouldn't do it again.
Eventually, Thomas, Fox, Alapa, and I took a train further north, to a town much larger than Nome. There were men and large groups of dogs everywhere, but dogs were never with the same men. Thomas locked me and the other two up in a barn somewhere. I figured he wouldn't be back for a while, so I slept until he got back. When he returned he had three other dogs with him. One was a black female husky named Ashes. The others were a brown male husky named Name and a male tan and white husky named Buck. Ashes was not the strongest of any of us. But she wasn't weak either. She was as fast as me, but she wasn't very good at pulling a sled by herself. For that reason, she always ate last. Name was deaf in his left ear because a cruel man stabbed a pocket knife in it. It didn't hurt him anymore, but he was sure not to anger Thomas. And Buck was a loner. As long as you didn't approach him in any way, he was nice. But Alapa learned the hard way that if you walk up to him, you're sure to get biten in the face.
The next day we all got onto another train north, and stayed at a town for a few nights. There, Thomas brought another dog into the picture, named Tobias. He was very old, but he was very muscular and strong too. He, like me and the others was experienced in sled-pulling. I didn't like being around so many annoying dogs so often, especially Fox, who always tried to take Thomas's attention from me. But Thomas would always kick him out of the way to pet my head. For that Fox would continue to steal my food.
Early one morning, Thomas hooked all seven of us up to his sled, me being in the lead, of course. Behind me was Fox, then Ashes, then Name, then Buck, then Tobias, and finally Alapa. We were up against many other men and teams of dogs, all barking with excitement. I was excited too, because I was to race and beat every single one of them. I looked into the crowds and seen people whipping out their money. All of this racing was for gambling, but for me it was all fun. There was a gunshot and before Thomas could command me to run, I sprinted off, practically dragging everyone else behind me. I started off in second for a couple of miles, but I passed up whoever was in first and left them in the dust.
We were running for a few miles, with no sign of anyone behind us, until we were passing through a mountain. I smelled a wild scent familiar to my father's. I looked up a mountain slope and seen a large black wolf staring down at me. I halted. The rest of the team looked in the same direction I was and began whimpering in fear. I wasn't afraid, though. The wolf stared at me, and I stared at him. He had no emotion on his face. Then more wolves followed behind him, only they were all grey. They all stared at me and the team. They got to run wild and free with no one to catch them or tell them to stop. They killed what they wanted and were not touched by humans. The black wolf turned to his pack and they disappered over the mountain. They were so beautiful, I wanted to join them. I turned to walk up the slope but Thomas stopped me, "Now, now, Kiona, you can't beat those wolves up, there'd be nothin' left of ya!" He chuckled and commanded me to go. I did.
I ran a few more miles through the mountains to an open plain, until Alapa started limping and Thomas commanded me to stop. I didn't want to stop, so I kept going. Angrily Thomas yelled "Stop!" and I trotted to a halt. Why was Alapa so annoying? He should have watched his footing. I would bite him for it later, but I rather wanted to keep running. Fox continued to bite at my heels, making Ashes nervous. She had every reason to be nervous, because a second later I turned around and bit Fox in the neck. He yelped and Thomas commanded me to stop again. All of this stopping was immensely irritating, so I growled at Thomas when he came near me. He removed me from the front and placed me behind Fox. Which was a complete outrage. I had more right to be the leader than he did. I dealt with it for a while. I was just worried the other teams would catch up to us with Fox leading. Fox wasn't slow, but he wasn't nearly as fast as I was, and it angered me, so I bit at his feet to make him go faster. It didn't work and he slowed down to a halt. "What's wrong boy?" Thomas asked Fox. and Fox just laid in the snow and obviously thought it was his nap time. He enraged me so much! Ashes whimpered at Thomas. Then I bit Fox's neck again, and he ran off in the wrong direction. Thomas tried leading him back on course, but Fox would always wander off. Thomas commanded him to stop. It was almost dark anyway, so he decided to stop for the night.
We were near a wooded area, so Thomas let all of us run free. Tobias stayed near the sled and didn't run with the other ones. I wasn't running with them either, I was looking for Fox so I could teach him a lesson for being stupid. I eventually found him digging at something in the snow. He looked at me and growled, and I attacked him. He yelped loudly and attracted the other dogs' attention. They surrounded us and watched us fight. I grabbed Fox by the scruf of his neck and whipped him into the snow. He tumbled, but recovered and lunged at me. We ended up hurting each other because I bit his face. He bit mine. He attacked low and bit my neck and pulled. He made me bleed. I sprung at him but he bit my leg. Stupidly he left his neck out in the open and I bit down on the back on his neck and ripped. He cried and fell to the ground and I wouldn't stop once his blood fell onto my tongue. It was driving me insane and I couldn't stop biting at him. I then felt large dry hands whip me off Fox. I turned and deeply bit into them. Thomas screamed and grabbed his bleeding right hand. What have I done? He was going to strike me for sure. I growled, but crouched down with my tail between my legs. He looked at me and made a hissing sound through his teeth. He grabbed at my scruff threw me down into the snow and kicked me in the ribs. I cried out and ran deep into the woods. I was tiring from the lack of blood from Fox's bite, lack of sleep, lack of food. And I was running so fast, I tripped in a hole without seeing and fell into the snow. I coughed because my ribs hurt so badly. I closed my eyes. If I died there, I deserved it. I should not have biten Thomas. Before I grew unconscious, there was a familiar scent present. I felt something warm lay next to me. The warmth made me fall into a deep sleep.
I was startled awake. My ribs still hurt, but only a little bit. And my neck wasn't bleeding too much either. I remembered that I ran away from my team. I quickly ran back to where they stopped last, but they weren't there. I seen sled tracks heading south. Why didn't they wait for me? Whatever the reason was, they would not be happy to see me again. So I sat in the snow and wimpered for a few minutes. I wondered why I didn't just die. Why didn't I die? Then I remembered the warmth I felt the previous night. And the scent. That wild scent. Who did it belong to? I went back to where I had collasped and sniffed around. It was the same scent as that wolf I seen. I looked around the area, looking for tracks. They weren't around anymore. But the scent was. So I followed it.
I traveled for two days, doing nothing but running and searching for the scent that belonged to that wolf. He traveled many miles before I found the scent of other wolves. It was near the base of another mountain where I smelled more wolves. This must have been where he met up with them again. I continued following his scent up into the mountains. It snowed one night, but I didn't sleep, because I was afraid to lose track. The sun rose up the next morning, and I still had no sleep. I wasn't tired until the wolf's scent ended at the bottom of a small cliff. I sniffed around looking for more of a trail, but I didn't find one. I sat in the snow, almost losing hope until the scent reappeared. I looked up at the top of the cliff and stood up with my tail erect and my ears perked up. The black wolf walked to the edge and looked around, until finally noticing me. Then he stared with the same stare. "That's...him!" I thought. More wolves appeared behind him and stared at me. "He's the one I was looking for."
A shortfic about my character Kiona, from the time she was born, up to when she meets the wolf that'll change her life.
The Wolf's Trail
Most don't remember first being born. I remember, however, because it was not that long ago. I remember being warm one minute, and then a minute later, I get overwhelmed with coldness. I didn't like being cold and wet, so I wimpered for my mother. I felt her warmth all over my body. It was rough, but I eventually became dry. I nuzzled my way closer to her, pushing my way through bodies similar to mine. As soon as I felt safe, I smelled a dangerous scent. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was untamed, so I wimpered for my mother again. She came to me and she made the strange scent go away. I felt safe. I crawled to my mother's warmth and fell asleep.
When my eyes opened and I could walk, mother took me and my five siblings to see father, who lived on the beach. There was no real routine in to seeing father. Just whenever mother felt like visiting him, we followed her. I, particularly, did not care to visit father, because his scent scared me. I had no idea why, but it did. Maybe it was because it seemed wilder than mother's, like a part of him was meant to run in the mountains. And kill. I didn't know if any of my brothers of sisters noticed this scent. They most likely did, and just decided to not pay it any mind. I tried playing with him like the others, but I was always happier running with them, away from him. I always ran faster than my siblings. I loved the feeling of not being able to be caught by anyone. But I would always stray too far away from the beach without realizing and mother would always call to me. They'd bark "Una!" (Una was what they called me) But whenever I wouldn't return, mother would always chase me back. Afterwards she would punish me, by ignoring me for a while, and I hated it, but she did it to my brothers and sisters too.
One day, my siblings and I were placed in an open crate outside of our master's house. We had no idea why we were outside in a crate, but mother and father seemed a little upset. I didn't become upset until one by one, people were taking my siblings. There was only three of us left, until a large man picked me up. Mother wasn't afraid, so I wasn't either. His hands felt dry and rough, but they were gentle while holding me. He bared his teeth at me as a way to express happyness, and I wagged my tail. I liked this man, and he obviously liked me, so he took me to where he lived. He lived in the outskirts of town, and his back door led to an open meadow of snow. He was very kind to me while I lived with him. I soon found that Thomas was what he was called. He called me Kiona. When I grew a little older, Thomas would take me out in the open and train me to run fast. I loved running fast because it felt like nothing could touch me. But then my lovely swiftness was taken away when he made me pull a sled with bags of food on it. It felt like it was holding me back at first, but I eventually learned to pull a heavy sled. And soon I was able to go back to being fast and pulling a sled at the same time. It was marvelous hard work and I loved every minute of it.
It was night when I first seen a rabbit in the yard, sniffing around for grass to nibble on. I laid very still with my ears perked up high. The rabbit eventually came within a few feet of me, and I leapt at it. It ran away, but I chased it down. The rabbit zigzagged trying to throw me off balance, but I stayed right on it's tail. I came close enough to him, and I pounced on him and bit him hard. The rabbit didn't even have enough time to scream before I broke it's neck. I ate my fill of the rabbit, but then my yearning for blood was powerful, almost dangerous. I felt the need to kill more, but I came to my senses and went home. I woke up early the next morning and found my father still sleeping on his wrecked boat. I didn't want to wake him, so I whispered a word of thanks into his ear and ran back home.
The next afternoon, Thomas added two more to our small family. A lean grey and white husky named Fox and a more muscular brown husky named Alapa. Fox definately lived up to his name. He was very cunning and swift and often stole my food. He annoyed me greatly. I liked Alapa much more. He wasn't as cunning as Fox, but he was strong. He would have definately been able to tear me up, if he wasn't so timid. Thomas would often hook us up to his sled and pull alot of weight and I would always lead. Fox didn't enjoy me leading, though. He would always nip at my heels and I would have to go and punish him later that day. Whenever either of them made a stupid mistake I would bite them to ensure that they wouldn't do it again.
Eventually, Thomas, Fox, Alapa, and I took a train further north, to a town much larger than Nome. There were men and large groups of dogs everywhere, but dogs were never with the same men. Thomas locked me and the other two up in a barn somewhere. I figured he wouldn't be back for a while, so I slept until he got back. When he returned he had three other dogs with him. One was a black female husky named Ashes. The others were a brown male husky named Name and a male tan and white husky named Buck. Ashes was not the strongest of any of us. But she wasn't weak either. She was as fast as me, but she wasn't very good at pulling a sled by herself. For that reason, she always ate last. Name was deaf in his left ear because a cruel man stabbed a pocket knife in it. It didn't hurt him anymore, but he was sure not to anger Thomas. And Buck was a loner. As long as you didn't approach him in any way, he was nice. But Alapa learned the hard way that if you walk up to him, you're sure to get biten in the face.
The next day we all got onto another train north, and stayed at a town for a few nights. There, Thomas brought another dog into the picture, named Tobias. He was very old, but he was very muscular and strong too. He, like me and the others was experienced in sled-pulling. I didn't like being around so many annoying dogs so often, especially Fox, who always tried to take Thomas's attention from me. But Thomas would always kick him out of the way to pet my head. For that Fox would continue to steal my food.
Early one morning, Thomas hooked all seven of us up to his sled, me being in the lead, of course. Behind me was Fox, then Ashes, then Name, then Buck, then Tobias, and finally Alapa. We were up against many other men and teams of dogs, all barking with excitement. I was excited too, because I was to race and beat every single one of them. I looked into the crowds and seen people whipping out their money. All of this racing was for gambling, but for me it was all fun. There was a gunshot and before Thomas could command me to run, I sprinted off, practically dragging everyone else behind me. I started off in second for a couple of miles, but I passed up whoever was in first and left them in the dust.
We were running for a few miles, with no sign of anyone behind us, until we were passing through a mountain. I smelled a wild scent familiar to my father's. I looked up a mountain slope and seen a large black wolf staring down at me. I halted. The rest of the team looked in the same direction I was and began whimpering in fear. I wasn't afraid, though. The wolf stared at me, and I stared at him. He had no emotion on his face. Then more wolves followed behind him, only they were all grey. They all stared at me and the team. They got to run wild and free with no one to catch them or tell them to stop. They killed what they wanted and were not touched by humans. The black wolf turned to his pack and they disappered over the mountain. They were so beautiful, I wanted to join them. I turned to walk up the slope but Thomas stopped me, "Now, now, Kiona, you can't beat those wolves up, there'd be nothin' left of ya!" He chuckled and commanded me to go. I did.
I ran a few more miles through the mountains to an open plain, until Alapa started limping and Thomas commanded me to stop. I didn't want to stop, so I kept going. Angrily Thomas yelled "Stop!" and I trotted to a halt. Why was Alapa so annoying? He should have watched his footing. I would bite him for it later, but I rather wanted to keep running. Fox continued to bite at my heels, making Ashes nervous. She had every reason to be nervous, because a second later I turned around and bit Fox in the neck. He yelped and Thomas commanded me to stop again. All of this stopping was immensely irritating, so I growled at Thomas when he came near me. He removed me from the front and placed me behind Fox. Which was a complete outrage. I had more right to be the leader than he did. I dealt with it for a while. I was just worried the other teams would catch up to us with Fox leading. Fox wasn't slow, but he wasn't nearly as fast as I was, and it angered me, so I bit at his feet to make him go faster. It didn't work and he slowed down to a halt. "What's wrong boy?" Thomas asked Fox. and Fox just laid in the snow and obviously thought it was his nap time. He enraged me so much! Ashes whimpered at Thomas. Then I bit Fox's neck again, and he ran off in the wrong direction. Thomas tried leading him back on course, but Fox would always wander off. Thomas commanded him to stop. It was almost dark anyway, so he decided to stop for the night.
We were near a wooded area, so Thomas let all of us run free. Tobias stayed near the sled and didn't run with the other ones. I wasn't running with them either, I was looking for Fox so I could teach him a lesson for being stupid. I eventually found him digging at something in the snow. He looked at me and growled, and I attacked him. He yelped loudly and attracted the other dogs' attention. They surrounded us and watched us fight. I grabbed Fox by the scruf of his neck and whipped him into the snow. He tumbled, but recovered and lunged at me. We ended up hurting each other because I bit his face. He bit mine. He attacked low and bit my neck and pulled. He made me bleed. I sprung at him but he bit my leg. Stupidly he left his neck out in the open and I bit down on the back on his neck and ripped. He cried and fell to the ground and I wouldn't stop once his blood fell onto my tongue. It was driving me insane and I couldn't stop biting at him. I then felt large dry hands whip me off Fox. I turned and deeply bit into them. Thomas screamed and grabbed his bleeding right hand. What have I done? He was going to strike me for sure. I growled, but crouched down with my tail between my legs. He looked at me and made a hissing sound through his teeth. He grabbed at my scruff threw me down into the snow and kicked me in the ribs. I cried out and ran deep into the woods. I was tiring from the lack of blood from Fox's bite, lack of sleep, lack of food. And I was running so fast, I tripped in a hole without seeing and fell into the snow. I coughed because my ribs hurt so badly. I closed my eyes. If I died there, I deserved it. I should not have biten Thomas. Before I grew unconscious, there was a familiar scent present. I felt something warm lay next to me. The warmth made me fall into a deep sleep.
I was startled awake. My ribs still hurt, but only a little bit. And my neck wasn't bleeding too much either. I remembered that I ran away from my team. I quickly ran back to where they stopped last, but they weren't there. I seen sled tracks heading south. Why didn't they wait for me? Whatever the reason was, they would not be happy to see me again. So I sat in the snow and wimpered for a few minutes. I wondered why I didn't just die. Why didn't I die? Then I remembered the warmth I felt the previous night. And the scent. That wild scent. Who did it belong to? I went back to where I had collasped and sniffed around. It was the same scent as that wolf I seen. I looked around the area, looking for tracks. They weren't around anymore. But the scent was. So I followed it.
I traveled for two days, doing nothing but running and searching for the scent that belonged to that wolf. He traveled many miles before I found the scent of other wolves. It was near the base of another mountain where I smelled more wolves. This must have been where he met up with them again. I continued following his scent up into the mountains. It snowed one night, but I didn't sleep, because I was afraid to lose track. The sun rose up the next morning, and I still had no sleep. I wasn't tired until the wolf's scent ended at the bottom of a small cliff. I sniffed around looking for more of a trail, but I didn't find one. I sat in the snow, almost losing hope until the scent reappeared. I looked up at the top of the cliff and stood up with my tail erect and my ears perked up. The black wolf walked to the edge and looked around, until finally noticing me. Then he stared with the same stare. "That's...him!" I thought. More wolves appeared behind him and stared at me. "He's the one I was looking for."