The sun rose ambitiously over the snowy horizon, casting light on everything in its path in an instant. A brown wolf with what seemed to be a deformity on her back lifted her head from its resting place, and stared angrily into the sun. She seemed to have wanted more sleep. She rose slowly and stiffly, her body somewhat laden with snow. She stretched, the front of her body moving down, while the other half moved in the opposite direction. The deformity on her back opened up to reveal large wings; they stretched out, then up.
Roro returned to her normal standing position, her wings folded upon her body, and twisted her head around to the side, almost behind her, to stare at slender, pale-purple form which the wolves had centered themselves around. She noticed the guard, Sanctum, lying awake, watching over everything. She padded quietly over to him. "I relieve you of your duties, dearest Guard. You may sleep," she whispered, cocking her head slightly and smiling playfully. Roro was often known for her friendly personality, and she often liked to joke around with the other wolves; especially with Sanctum, since she found him absolutely fascinating.
She sat down next to their remaining flower maiden, Feyth, and looked at the rest of the wolves, who were sleeping. Roro was always the first to awake; it was her duty, as protector.
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It was cold. Extremely cold. Kohaku found himself running around in a brightly lit meadow that would otherwise be warm, except that it was freezing. Kohaku found that his muzzle was the coldest part, almost to the point of freezing. His body was a tad bit warmer, but his nose was nearly unbearable.
If you were watching from far away, the scene would have looked peculiar to you. A band of about five wolves and a human sat sleeping in the snow. One seemed to be watching over while the rest slept; typical of wild animals. A few of the wolves had wings, while another black one had red markings. There was one, who seemed utterly normal; by his fur color and body shape, he would have resembled a Mexican wolf. The wolf seemed to have his nose buried deep in the snow.
The Mexican wolf woke with a start, his head placed a little too far back. He sneezed a couple of times, rubbed his nose with his paws, and stood. He shook snow from his body, and padded over to the brown wolf with wings, whom was already awake.
The Mexican wolf, known as Kohaku, was padding over to Roro. The she-wolf bowed her head in respect for her alpha, the rose to greet him. "Do you need anything, Kohaku?" she asked with a polite air to her voice.
"Just a nose warming up. Do you think you could help me?" Kohaku was known as the flirt of the group. Roro suspected that this was just another one of his flirting sessions.
"Oh sure, Kohaku. You could go curl up against another wolf over there, and put your tail over your nose. Always helps me." Roro smiled; it was a sweet smile, with a sour undercoating. She knew that this wasn't the help Kohaku wanted, but it was indeed help.
Kohaku didn't say anything, but followed her advice. He chuckled to himself; rejection didn't faze him anymore. He lie awake, listening to the sounds of early morning, thinking about other ways he could flirt his way into some action with another female.
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A red blur dashed in between shabby houses; its step had a bouncy feel to it, making it appear to spring like an antelope. It sped p*censored*ed everything, not at all stopping until it had reached a dark alley. In its still form, the blur appeared to be a red Shiba Inu, a fluffy type of dog with a curled and bushy tail.
It only stayed there for a moment, and in the next, there stood a man with chest-length red hair, and two differently colored eyes. He wore no shirt, which would be insane in Freeze City's weather conditions. He walked over to a tired-looking cardboard box and lifted it, revealing a black, long sleeved shirt and a dark fluffy coat. He placed these two items on his torso, and walked out of the alley with the same spring in his step.
"'Ey there, Satoshi!" called a nearby hotdog salesman. "Where ya been?" He was obviously talking to the man who we had recently seen change from a dog into a human; Satoshi merely waved and mumbled something about not having the time, and walked onward.
I wonder how our little guide is doing, Satoshi wondered smugly to himself. By 'guide', he was referring to a flower maiden that they had recently captured from the wicked wolves. The wolves don't deserve her. They already have one to lead them to paradise, why can't they let us half-breeds have the other one? Rage was beginning to build up inside of him, but he calmed it by what they, the half-breeds, were doing to them; the wolves were going in complete agony without their little flower, and Satoshi savored every moment of it.
(( sorry, it's a little long. i half-heartedly wrote satoshi's. ))
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