I wake naturally to the soft sound of the fantails nesting outside my small cabin. I get to my feet, pull my short damaged brown hair into a high pony tail then splash my face with river water from the tap attached to a makeshift sink. With my mind freshened it strikes me.
I'm leaving today.
Just the thought completely crashes my already dull mood. Only four days ago I was sprinting around happily with my tongue lazily hanging out making squirrels run for their lives in the snow blanketed meadow, I came back to my cabin in human form only to have it drenched in their scent. A red note was hammered into my front door.
'CONSTRUCTION SITE
To whom it may concern,
This forest will be closed for cutting in four days. Any items left behind will be demolished.
-Timber Woods Industries.'
By now that letters burnt to ashes. We've decided that I should move to the city, live in the streets and learn more about the human side of me. Pulling my thoughts back into the present I dress into the bits and pieces I've either stolen or made.
For the base I have some sort of slim yet flexible jet black jumpsuit, for pants are a old pair of light camouflage army pants with many pockets. A dark green cloak is draped over my shoulders with the large hood dangling midway across my forehead. After lacing up the black running boots meant for the male species I tie a raven black bandana that's actually ripped cloth around my face to cover from the bridge of my nose down to a bit below my chin, an extra one is tied around my wrist after slipping on black leather gloves. Taking one last look around the only home I've ever know I head for the door, once outside I effortlessly shift into her sprit, A large light grey coated wolf, the legend of Wolviea.
She was only ever worshiped by the animal kingdom, from hares to buffalo saw her as the saviour, the leader that she was. Of course she was noticed by humans as well, but only as the one they 'nearly got' or the 'Wolf Of Jasmine Forest'. One pup from her first litter was chosen to carry her legacy, then one of that pups pups are selected and so on so on.
It was only luck, or Fate that I was there that dark night. Soothing a young dying wolf clawed to near death, laying, waiting for its last breath. And as soon as that final heart beat thumped I was knocked breathless, Wolviea had become one with me.
I had become one with her.
And from then on I had a true meaning in life, I wasn't just the orphaned child that couldn't talk.
I.
Was.
Wolviea.
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(Yes future posts will be longer than this)
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Her Spirt|Wolviea
ActionI've spent my whole life with no one. Living in the mountains take a tole on you. But I've had to stay there, no one can know about me. No one can know my secret. But I'm moving to the city tomorrow. My territory is getting ripped down, every last p...
