Just a random thing I felt like doing for fun!
This is another set of multiple stories but only for my top ten favourite anime images, so once they're all written, it'll be completed.
However, if anyone wishes for one of these characters to have the...
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It was a good day, good morning, to still be alive. The feeling of places needing to be adventured grew and fled my nose as I could smell those places.
However, my dad would always, or try to, stop me as he would always say it was dangerous. But how can it be dangerous when I can form deadly claws to fight back with?
No matter what argument I threw at him, he would remind me of my mum, who was killed when I was young because we had to adventure for shelter.
"You can't keep me here! I'm eighteen, I want to look around and crave my need for adventure!" I'd yell at him.
But today, he gave in "Fine... but if you're lost, or gone forever, as much as it would upset me to lose you too, I won't be searching for you. It'll be your battle to fight, your battle to learn, that adventuring out into the unknown is the worse idea you could've ever thought of to do!" he words rang in my ears, but I ignored it and continued out the door to wherever my nose would take me, already dressed and prepared for the day ahead of me.
My nose was strong, powerful, able to convince me to risk my life for the thrill of the adventure, even when dad was always isolating us - completing ignoring that staying in any pack is safer - making the two of us lone wolves. Because the thrill filled me with more adrenaline than the words he would force me to repeat everyday:
No matter what, listen to the cries of the lost and submit ourselves to permanent isolation. The less we socialise, the more we survive.
But I never followed his words. I had friends, though he never trusted them, and I convinced him to let his guard down a little so I could go to school; learn how to hunt prey, wash ourselves effectively, nurture children if we ever had any, and, most importantly, turn into our forms as werewolves. Every wolf had a power, no matter how strong or weak it was, and mine was having the sharpest claws, so sharp that I could slice a whole being in half if I wished.
But my nose is gifted. I can smell locations I haven't searched yet. It truly is a strange gift to have but I don't complain about it either.
