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Rated: · Short Story · Animal · #1238157
A wolf who is outcasted by his pack and finds a new life in a city
"You ungrateful coward!" The gray wolf was sent rolling to the icy ground, blood leaking from his chest. It had appeared to be a mere scratch in the instance it had been struck, but as more blood gushed out of the wound and showered the snow, it was apparent that he was scarred for life. The alpha male, his pelt darker than night walked to the beaten wolf as he lay on his back, chest pointed upwards. Ignoring the painful grunting sounds taht his former companion made, he pressed down hard with his left paw into the center of his chest, the very middle of the "X" he had made. His claw was now soaking in red. "Get out of my presence," snarled the alpha, "You aren't welcome here. After everything this pack has done for you, you turned tail and ran!" He pressed down harder, making the gray wolf wheeze. Blood was spurting from the wound like a water fountain. Slowly, the large alpha removed his paw from the pool of blood. His eyes were glaring with hatred at the motionless gray wolf. After waiting for him to move for nearly a minute, he rolled his paw in the snow to clear it of blood, then began making his way back to the battle field to treat any living wolves.
Now the gray one was the only wolf remaining. He wasn't moving at all, other than the occasional twitch of his paw, but one couldn't be sure if this was simply because of the tornado-like winds that swept across the terrain. Even despite the winds that would normally whistle louder than you could think, the scene was quiet. All was still now. The blood that had pooled so freely from his chest moments ago was now drying with the cold, crusting itself upon the fallen wolf. But no one was there to witness it. Everyone was simply gone.
Everyone except Tsume.
The silence was broken in a quickness that would frighten a grizzly bear. The gray wolf sat himself up in one swift motion and hacked out more of the red mess that drenched his body. He vomitted once more and then began gasping for breath. He was amazed he hadn't passed out. He knew what he had to do now... Leave. He had already disgraced his pack to no ammends. If he were to still be there in the morning, half a corpse or not, they would inflict upon him something worse than death. As it was though, a mark branded into your chest of your disloyalty was a horrible punishment to get off with.
He moved forward. A pain welled up in his mid-section that nearly made him vomit again. He cringed momentarily, then took another step forward. Slowly, he began to build up an immunity to his injuries. A small one, but it was enough to get him walking. His limbs now ached, as well as every part of his body. He wasn't any normal wolf though. There was no strength without pain. This whole situation may not be completely in spite for him either. There was no need for a pack. He could see this now as he dragged himself away with contempt from the wolves he had called his family. He was strong enough to survive on his own without anyone to take care of him. As his head grew hotter, he began to run faster.
Yes... The alpha he had lived under for so long was a liar. He didn't really care about the wolves. He just wanted to win this battle so much he was willing to kill every wolf in existance. He didn't need a leader like that. He was his own leader. Tsume began running at normal pace. He was blinded from the pain it was causing in his chest, but he would have ignored it even if he hadn't been in such a temper. He needed to get away from the deceit he'd been given with these wolves. Deceit. That's what it was. Everything had been a lie, including the legend of Paradise. There was no such place.
He was disabled a second later. It had been small and feint, but he had caught it. A small crack came from his chest, and the dries and bloody scab was broken, allowing fresh blood to leak from his body. Groaning, he fell to the ground. his body layed out perfectly in the white snow. More was beginning to fall now, as if someone from above had seen his blood and wished to dispose of it. Tsume twitched once, then attempted to get up. A sharp pang went through out his body and he fell unconcious.
Whe Tsume opened his eyes again, everything was just as blurry as when he had shut them. A door, the same color as the walls opened. Tsume turned around as quickly as he could manuver. He was facing a human, one with gigantic round glasses and crazy white hair. Tsume snarled and barked at the man. "Whoa, simmer down now! Ya've got nothing to worry about, pal. I'll just do a quick check up on you to make sure everything's fine and then we'll get you out of here and see what we can do about finding you a home."
tsume wasn't going to let anyone take him anywhere. It was bad enough to be here, but now they wanted more with him. They weren't just going to let him go back to... Whereever he came from. He didn't like that. With a definining bark, he leapt into the air and landed on top of the doctor, a crack sounding from his body as Tsume jumped off and began running down the hallway. The man didn't say anything from his position on the floor. His eyes were wide open and he did not move whatsoever. He was dead.
Tsume did not go unnoticed. Several of the animal doctors heard his heavy paws fall upon the floor, and those who were not busy made an attempt to stop him. Tsume soon found himself being stalked by five vets. He could only hope that the way he was heading was the right way out. If not, he wasn't all against simply tearing out their throats.
His head rammed against a door. It opened without hesitation to reveal a room filled with...humans. There were also a large amount of cats and dogs, two birds, and a rat. Tsume assessed this situation as quickly as he could, not stopping to let his followers catch up to him. He rushed across the room towards a glass door. He wasn't about to stop now. It was this or nothing. Tsume reared up as he reached the door and jumped straight at it. the glass shattered and he down the stairs. He could see the day light at the bottom. There was nothing stopping him now from the freedom which he sought after. No idea of where to go from here, he rushed forward into the onslaught of the big city.
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