Paradise Found
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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The Path to Paradise
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain or any of the characters. (Even though I do own A Blue. I WUV MY PUPPY ^__^)
Summary:
At the end of the world all a wolf can do is search for Paradise --- but what if they never knew before? When Blue finds out that she is no pet she has to leave everything she ever knew and loved. Left feeling lost, vunerable, and unloved she is certain all happiness is gone from the world. A meeting with one of the wolves she hunted may just be the stress-relief she needs. Can Hige heal her wounds, even if only for one night? And could he be the one to show her the way to Paradise?
The Path to Paradise
{flashback}
Quent walked into the bar, leaving his dog tied to a post. Blue, the dog’s name was Blue. Or so he thought she was a dog…
Then the smell of Lunar flowers drifted in the air…
Blue whimpered, feeling uneasy, but that passed within seconds. A thin, fragile looking girl came into view. Her pale pink hair fluttered in the wind as deep crimson orbs looked into the dark azure eyes of Blue. Blue barely seemed to notice the pack of wolves, the same pack she and Quent had been hunting, standing behind the young girl.
“You are part wolf… You have wolves blood inside of you… You did not know that did you?” Cheza said in her sweet childlike voice.
Her voice was filled with wisdom beyond any human, for sounding so young. After petting the large dog with soft, strong hands Cheza was urged to continue on by the white wolf. He was the leader of the pack.
With all of the excitement in the city, the wild talk of wolves still living, soldiers were everywhere. One young boy, stealing to survive, was caught by two of these soldiers. The sight was so harsh and cruel… Blue couldn’t stand it. Her black-blue fur stood on end as she bared her fangs, growling, daring the soldiers to continue. Scared, the men left the boy and Blue went to check on him. Quent walked outside to see his dog, who always reminded him of a wolf, standing over an injured boy…
“No!” he screamed at Blue, the memories of the wolves that destroyed his life consuming him. “Leave him alone! Get away!”
Quent had never been so cruel to his beloved Blue, it confused her.
After Quent disappeared into the bar again, to help the young thief, the soldiers come back. After threatening Blue, the soldiers become more daring. With a hard, powerful swing one slammed his gun into the overly-large "dog". Blue got up barely phased. In fear the soldier fires his gun, piercing the "dog". Quent ran out but all he saw was a large pool of blood, where his ‘dog’ had been, her collar… and a dead soldier…
Frantically searching for Blue Quent stumbled upon the tan wolf he had been hunting. As he followed the wolf he saw Blue, injured and bleeding. With a loud thud the ‘dog’ hit the dirty street. In a rage Quent chased after the wolves, shooting every bullet he had. Returning to the place he had seen his "dog" fall, now all that was left was a pool of blood…
'He would kill me if he knew… He can never love me anymore…' Blue whimpered into the night as she ran.
{end flashback}
“Why…” Blue said aloud to herself. Her sweet melodious voice drowned into the noise of the crowded bar she had just entered. “Why do I have to be one…”
No one noticed (everyone was too drunk) that trailing behind blue, stiletto-healed, thigh high boots, instead of shoe prints were paw prints… Wolf tracks to be correct… The dirt covered floor only served to remind Blue of her unwanted knowledge. It all still seemed like a dream and nothing felt real anymore.
No, the skin… that felt real…
Furless, human skin…
As Blue walked to a barstool, a little wobbly since she wasn’t used to walking on two feet, she felt sick. All the eyes of drunken men stared at her. They stared at her long, lightly tanned legs… they stared at her perfectly rounded ass, barely covered by her short, blue leather skirt. (that, her boots, a blue leather jacket, and a blood red scarf were all she had) But if those sickening, lust filled eyes weren’t looking waist below they were stuck on her breasts. What was worse was that without her fur she was freezing, which lead to her nipples straining against the tight leather; rock hard.
'Stupid humans,' she thought angrily, 'They wouldn’t care so much for me if they knew the truth like I do…'
As she sat on the rusted, torn barstool a familiar scent drifted to her. Looking towards the door one of the wolves she hunted walked in. He looked around, as if hunting for something himself. The dim light of the bar reflected off of the metal on his leather collar that rested above his yellow sweatshirt. Blue had never cared to notice that his muscles lined the sweatshirt in a sexy way. She had never noticed that even though his pants were slightly baggy his crotch bulged from what was beneath them. Why did he look so good to her now…?
Summary:
At the end of the world all a wolf can do is search for Paradise --- but what if they never knew before? When Blue finds out that she is no pet she has to leave everything she ever knew and loved. Left feeling lost, vunerable, and unloved she is certain all happiness is gone from the world. A meeting with one of the wolves she hunted may just be the stress-relief she needs. Can Hige heal her wounds, even if only for one night? And could he be the one to show her the way to Paradise?
The Path to Paradise
{flashback}
Quent walked into the bar, leaving his dog tied to a post. Blue, the dog’s name was Blue. Or so he thought she was a dog…
Then the smell of Lunar flowers drifted in the air…
Blue whimpered, feeling uneasy, but that passed within seconds. A thin, fragile looking girl came into view. Her pale pink hair fluttered in the wind as deep crimson orbs looked into the dark azure eyes of Blue. Blue barely seemed to notice the pack of wolves, the same pack she and Quent had been hunting, standing behind the young girl.
“You are part wolf… You have wolves blood inside of you… You did not know that did you?” Cheza said in her sweet childlike voice.
Her voice was filled with wisdom beyond any human, for sounding so young. After petting the large dog with soft, strong hands Cheza was urged to continue on by the white wolf. He was the leader of the pack.
With all of the excitement in the city, the wild talk of wolves still living, soldiers were everywhere. One young boy, stealing to survive, was caught by two of these soldiers. The sight was so harsh and cruel… Blue couldn’t stand it. Her black-blue fur stood on end as she bared her fangs, growling, daring the soldiers to continue. Scared, the men left the boy and Blue went to check on him. Quent walked outside to see his dog, who always reminded him of a wolf, standing over an injured boy…
“No!” he screamed at Blue, the memories of the wolves that destroyed his life consuming him. “Leave him alone! Get away!”
Quent had never been so cruel to his beloved Blue, it confused her.
After Quent disappeared into the bar again, to help the young thief, the soldiers come back. After threatening Blue, the soldiers become more daring. With a hard, powerful swing one slammed his gun into the overly-large "dog". Blue got up barely phased. In fear the soldier fires his gun, piercing the "dog". Quent ran out but all he saw was a large pool of blood, where his ‘dog’ had been, her collar… and a dead soldier…
Frantically searching for Blue Quent stumbled upon the tan wolf he had been hunting. As he followed the wolf he saw Blue, injured and bleeding. With a loud thud the ‘dog’ hit the dirty street. In a rage Quent chased after the wolves, shooting every bullet he had. Returning to the place he had seen his "dog" fall, now all that was left was a pool of blood…
'He would kill me if he knew… He can never love me anymore…' Blue whimpered into the night as she ran.
{end flashback}
“Why…” Blue said aloud to herself. Her sweet melodious voice drowned into the noise of the crowded bar she had just entered. “Why do I have to be one…”
No one noticed (everyone was too drunk) that trailing behind blue, stiletto-healed, thigh high boots, instead of shoe prints were paw prints… Wolf tracks to be correct… The dirt covered floor only served to remind Blue of her unwanted knowledge. It all still seemed like a dream and nothing felt real anymore.
No, the skin… that felt real…
Furless, human skin…
As Blue walked to a barstool, a little wobbly since she wasn’t used to walking on two feet, she felt sick. All the eyes of drunken men stared at her. They stared at her long, lightly tanned legs… they stared at her perfectly rounded ass, barely covered by her short, blue leather skirt. (that, her boots, a blue leather jacket, and a blood red scarf were all she had) But if those sickening, lust filled eyes weren’t looking waist below they were stuck on her breasts. What was worse was that without her fur she was freezing, which lead to her nipples straining against the tight leather; rock hard.
'Stupid humans,' she thought angrily, 'They wouldn’t care so much for me if they knew the truth like I do…'
As she sat on the rusted, torn barstool a familiar scent drifted to her. Looking towards the door one of the wolves she hunted walked in. He looked around, as if hunting for something himself. The dim light of the bar reflected off of the metal on his leather collar that rested above his yellow sweatshirt. Blue had never cared to notice that his muscles lined the sweatshirt in a sexy way. She had never noticed that even though his pants were slightly baggy his crotch bulged from what was beneath them. Why did he look so good to her now…?