The Flame of Our Connection

PART ONE- The Wolf Who Let His Instincts Through

Chapter one:

Buzz. Buzz buzz. I find it odd that I'm using my glove as an alarm clock.

I open my eyes, the room coming into view. Some small specks of grey annoyingness (flies) float around me, digging themselves into my fur. I lift my paw, swiping at them. I sit up in my bed, rubbing my crusty eyes and looking around. My room itself is pretty simple compared to almost every other room in this clan. I got my nightstand next to my bed, then my work desk, a shelf for toys and another shelf for clothing. I also have this picture of two angelic kangaroos kissing each other over a city on my wall that I got from my friend Drift like two weeks ago. I didn't want it honestly. I knew I wasn't going to want it but she insisted on giving it to me anyways. Besides, it's too small, barely takes up any room on my blue interior walls and it's nothing I'm used to seeing. A good wolf should always have his walls covered with his or her own tastes. However, I'll never have the courage to give it back.

I get up out of my bed, yawning and stretching. I look down, seeing my PJs over my furry body. For a split second, I become shocked. " WAIT...Oh, right." I forgot that I put clothes on last night. Wearing or not wearing clothing isn't a big deal for me, as is the same with most furple. I see my social clothes prepared neatly on my nightstand next to my bed. I question myself as to why I setup these nice looking wears when I never planned on looking fancy today. I take off my train pajamas, tossing them into my hamper while shivering at how ticklish it is to rub things against my furry body. The humans didn't have this kind of sensation. Today I'm wearing nothing. Yeah, nothing at all. I could wear one of my favorite hoodies, the one with the purple flames, or the ninja-like one. But no, it's too hot out today for all that. I mean I could use the cooling nanites but eh, I ain't feeling up to that right now. I'll just be butt-naked. Although technically no one's REALLY naked. Not compared to how we all used to be, apparently. I finish up my morning routine of bed making, teeth brushing, armpit spraying, and a bit of fur fluffing for good measure. I go down the hallway past my parents' bedroom, the game room, movie room, study room, and the three bathrooms down to the living room and kitchen area.

The sweet aroma of fresh pancakes fill my nostrils. My mom is cooking them up on the stove, singing some sorta song I have no recollection of. Actually, I think I've heard Harlite sing this once. His singing voice is a cheese grater. My Dad greets me as I sit down at the kitchen table. He's reading the news on his holoscreen. An orange projection being produced from a brown and shiny gauntlet on his arm. A hologlove, or hologauntlet as some of us call it. These things have become the dominating norm for pretty much all of the so-far-re-discovered world. The eleven clans who rule over the remaining Earth, now known as fourEarth, have the technological capabilities of only the simplest masterminds of the human era. My Dad begins to ramble on and on about how the leader of the cougar clan have been making deals with the servals to produce more grapes and grape related foods and send them only to each other for the next few weeks. Apparently this is so the cougars can make their grape products 'without delays and easily and quickly do business with an eager audience', despite the out cries of the other clans who also want their grape meals. Is a few weeks really too long to wait? I don't say anything during my parents discussion, as this is the kinda stuff I love to not involve myself with. I'm only sixteen, what do you expect? For me to be worried about the world's issues? That's too much work. I have my own issues. Or desires rather. I dunno what issues I have, and I don't wanna know.

Breakfast is the usual. Burnt pancakes that are too chewy, and some chicken balls from last night that are also a bit chewy but still good enough. Once my plate is empty somehow and my milk bottle is half empty, I get my backpack ready for school. This thing is completely brutal. Kidding it's only two folders and that's it. Yeah, not as bad as how humans used to have it eh? I've heard THEIR packs were like boulders. Not mine. Everything my school needs, for the most part, is stored in the School built software in my hologlove. I just need to sign into the school software before class begins. Once the first period teacher's checked that the class's gloves are in line, they lock our gloves, making it so that we can't switch out of the school's software. The only freedoms they allow during school hours for us is reading and certain games like Tiritis, Dot-Boy, and Range-Offenders, in case we're bored after a test or something. Some of my wolfian classmates find this to be cruel and suffocating. I'm alright with it. Makes sense to me so no one becomes stupid and tries a prank or two that'd hurt more than just them. I mean sure, some furple still use old fashioned ways of getting their vicious desires out. Like that one time some mischievous wolves painted baseball caps with company logos all over the school's outer walls. It was funny as hell. Not to the staff though. They put in too much effort for that to happen.