More than a piece of earth

chapter 9: Блядь

( _ _ _ _ ) = translation/clarification
<< _ _ _ _ >> = dialogue
{ _ _ _ _ } = thought
<{ _ _ _ _ }> = extraneous voice that is not the character's thought but hears it as his thought even if it is not
* _ _ _ _ * = onomatopoeia/ word that describes a sound
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POV of (\_/)

Is it bad to say I'm getting used to electric shocks?

Probably...

But how could I not, these idiots give me one with every single movement I do!
I know it doesn't look like it but...damn I'm a living thing too!

But leaving out. I think today is one of those special days where humans get together to eat exorbitant amounts of food and exchange cheap items they've taken at the last minute. Humans things, which Deus loved so much...

We always spent these days together, me, Deus, my and his children...

It was all so beautiful...

Before...

No... I don't want to think about it...

But getting back to us.
I think it's one of those days because there aren't many humans today.
Few guards, few scientists... it's so nice to have a break from those tortures.

Wait! What are these noises? It seems to come from behind me.

I open one of the eyes on my back leg and see a grid. Light metallic thuds come from in there, the louder they become the more intense a light inside becomes, a...

... yellow light.

Almost golden.

At one point I saw a large hairy shape with two spheres of intense yellow staring at me. In less than a second it opened its jaws and smashed the grate to the floor. The noise attracted some guards who started running in the direction of the black-furred creature.

(\_/) <{ watch out! They are arriving! Quick, climb on me and hide in the trees! }>

I told him in thought.
I can mentally communicate with my creatures, but none have ever answered me back.

<{ thanks }>

He answered before starting to climb onto my side, quickly entering the bush on my back.
As soon as I saw the big animal with one eye on my back I spoke to it.

(\_/) <{ come forward, towards the lake, so I can see you better }>

Wasting no time, the animal approaches and I finally see it clearly.

(\_/) <{ you're a black wolf... I thought there were only in the southern states, what are you doing in Alaska? }> I ask curiously.

(Did you know that black hair is not a simple genetic error?
In fact, it symbolizes a survival capacity superior to that of the gray wolves. Black-furred wolves have much stronger lungs and are able to survive some lung diseases such as distemper. These diseases are more common towards the south, so the further we go down into North America, the gray wolves decrease and the black ones increase.)

<{ I had to leave the forest where I was. A fire devoured it carrying away the pack of this wolf. His soul preferred to be reunited with his loved ones and he gave me his body.
I was sent here by a Goddess now forgotten, but who still watches this world from above. Since I woke up (about two years ago) I've been on the road to come here and make sure you're safe until they're rescued }>