Wolfdanes' Mask (2)

Chapter 2: A Wolf's Soul

The oldest Wolfdane Guardian stood at ready, waiting for the afternoon bells to ring off the walls. Signaling that the next Wolfdane Guardian would come soon to relieve him of his morning duty. Since his other siblings didn't exactly get up in the morning without their mother barking at them to get up, but to no vain would they.

Except him, Vance Wolfdane. One who woke to sounds as easily as any wolf would. His siblings would make fun of him, but then he would make jokes and growl and then snap at them like a wolf pup would to his other wolf siblings.

They would always make jokes about having the last name with 'Wolf' in it, but they were proud of it none the less. It was said that a Wolfdane had a mean bite, and a rather loud and very deep bark. That is one of the things that made a Wolfdane a 'Wolf' in some people's eyes. Especially those who have seen their fighting abilities come to life when they went against a Creature or worse a Demon. The Wolfdanes were truly a scary bunch amongst the human kind, but that didn't stop others coming for them from all over the Under-cities.

Vance cleared his throat and reached for his bottle of water, trying to give satisfaction to his rather dry throat. Tapping his foot, he gulped what was left of the clear bottle, and tossed the plastic into a nearby trash can. A sudden noise interrupted his thoughts, making him missing his shot. The plastic toppled to the side and rolled across the room, until it came in contact with a bare foot. The bare foot tapped the bottle, and tipped it up and with quick movements flicked the bottle into the trash can with ease.

Vance frowned, his eyes rolling up to meet a deep red, and a mischievous smile plastered on his tan face. Sighing with uneasiness, Vance walked up to the taller man and without a second thought rammed his foots into Carion's left shin. Causing the man to hold his leg, acting as if it actually hurt him. But Vance knew that he really didn't hurt the Demon, just wanted to blow some steam off, and Carion was in the way.

"You know Vance, you don't always have to take your anger out on me."  

Carion cradled his leg a little longer, trying to prove to Vance his point. When this didn't faze the boy, Carion dropped his leg and skipped over to the younger male. Draping himself over Vance's shoulders, he yawned and 'poof' into his smaller Demon form.

A ball of fluff appeared on Vance's shoulders, and bat like wings that seemed too big for the little guy, sagged over the boys' shoulders; reaching to where his necklace laid in the middle of his chest. Vance reached up and softly petted the Demons head, who returned with a gurgling sound of chirrs. Vance gave the Demon a contempt look, and continued down the stairs that lead to the main wall office.

This was the South Wall, so he knew it would take whichever sibling a little longer to get too. So he took his time, calmly trending down the stairs, and every now and then petting Carion. Who soon feel asleep and somehow wrapped himself in the boys' hair. Maybe it was time to get a haircut, he could ask the barber in town but then again it was lunch time. So then that would mean he would have to ask his mother. He gulped at that horrid thought, and shook with tremor, remembering what his mother did to his hair the last time she had scissors in her hands.

Never, ever again, would he trust scissors in her evil hands.