Post by Wolfe on Apr 22, 2009 10:51:56 GMT -5
Carvahalla City. Corrupt from the greed of the many people who called this place home. Crimes were committed every signal day, things that would chill the bone of outside villages, who, by most, were peaceful. The streets were filled to their breaking point with homeless children, thieves, Soldiers, and the occasional drunk. However, humans were so naive, drunk and otherwise. One other species joined the fray of this 'decaying' city. A race that was thought to be extinct for over two hundred years. The wolf.
If someone had claimed to of seen one, they would probably be thrown in an asylum or get laughed out of the city. 'Wolf' was a term that was not to be used, unless you wanted a beating by the soldiers that walked the broken streets, jeering and pointing at the ones less fortunate then themselves.
Wolves were smart animals. learning to disguise themselves from the very creature who treated to erase them from the world. To most of the people around them, they looked like your average, run-of-the-meal, human being. However, they never actually took on the human form, it was just some sort of magic shield to protect them. They were always a wolf though, nothing could deny them that.
There was also another that drove the wolf. Paradise. It is said, that paradise can only be open by the wolves. However, others have tried their best to open it and failed. Some wolves try to get their, but they end up failing and give up on the idea of seeing or even being a part of paradise. Others, give their lives to try and discover it, to start the world anew. But...what is paradise?
The morning sun peeked over the skeletons of shattered buildings, bringing life to the city. It was like any other day in Carvahalla. People bustling about, getting ready to open shop. Others, bringing large crates full of vegetables, fruit, and fish to stalls to sell, trying to make a better living for themselves. And, like every other morning, it was time for two orphans to make their way into the city's bustling streets to steal their breakfast.
Scurrying as fast as he could up the street, a young ten year old boy bumped passed people, who in turn yelled comments at him.
"Watch it, kid!" an old man yelled at the little boy, who turned backwards, still working his way up the street, a large grin upon his face and waving his hand at the old man, who began to cuss him out.
He quickly dashed to a nearby alcove in one of the buildings. Looking around, his large pale pink eyes scanning for any sort of soldiers before he slipped through the large crack in the side of the brick. Again, he sprinted through the darkness, his combat boots thumping hard against the linoleum that lined the first floor of the deserted building.
Light swept through broken out windows, allowing glimpses of the boy to be seen for only a few seconds. Sliding across the floor, his boots making an awful squelching noise as he stopped, his momentum not allowing him to do it so easily, he ran up the stairs, tripping on the fourth step, quickly catching himself on the scuffed up golden railing.
Light poured in everywhere on the second floor. For you see, there was no roof at all except for a few rooms on the furthest end of the moth eaten and rotting carpet. Again, he began to run towards those few rooms that were still covered by crumbling roof, but he quickly stopped, panting as he knelt down to lace up his left boot.
Pulling up his khaki colored pants leg, his fingers moved diligently as he looped the black stings back to their rightful places, pulling the two strings tightly, which tightened the lips of the leather, gripping tightly to his skinny leg.
Standing straight after a few moments, he stomped his foot, allowing it to fit more comfortably before tucking his right pant leg into his right boot. His messy blue-gray hair jostled about on top of his head as he continued to straighten up his appearance. The white t-shirt that hung tightly to his skinny frame had a few dingy spots where he had fallen or wiped dirt upon himself, but this was something he couldn't fix right now.
Again, looking down at his boots, he nodded, before continuing to jog up the path towards the rooms. His small, slender fingers wrapping around the dingy gold doorknob, allowing it to twist gently under his palm.
The room he entered was completely dark, and the door snapped gently behind him. However, the dark wasn't a problem for him and he quickly found what he was looking for. A small red rubber ball sat on a rickety bedside table.
"There you are." he said to himself, gripping the ball tightly in his hands, "Come on, let's go play!" Pushing back through the door he had entered, he skidded to a halt, tossing the ball, running to go and catch it before it decided to break free and fall to the crowded streets below.
The chatter from the many people was enough to make anyone's ears hurt. The seventeen year old girl who walked up the street was no different. Messy blonde bangs moved gently with every step she took, the right portion was casually pushed behind her right ear allowing her bright green right eye to be seen. The rest of her hair, raven black in color, was left to hang freely down her back.
A length of rope was casually wrapped around her left shoulder, which pulled on the strap of her gray tank top. The straps already rested firmly upon her upper arm, nearing the shoulder and with the rope, it just seemed to want to push it further down her arm. Three large holes had been hacked out of the back of the fabric, allowing you to see her pale skin. Also, the shirt stopped high above her midriff, allowing her athletic build to be seen. Baggy black jeans gripped her hips lightly and upon one of the front belt loops, a pocket knife was strapped firmly. There was something similar to the little boy from earlier, clothing wise, and that was their combat boots. Her's just as noisy as the little ten year old's had been.
She suddenly stopped, her nose taking in the sweet aroma of cooking chicken. Licking her lips a few times, she had found her intended target. Casually making her way along with the crowd, she stopped short when she noticed the man who had a group of people around him. He was yammering on about this new cooker he had invented. The smell of the cooking chicken inciting the girl, who moved closer, acting like this held some interest in her.
"Now, the chicken only takes a short time to cook." the lanky man announced as he removed a whole chicken out of the cooker and placed it on a pan before the crowd, "And it comes out looking just like this. Now, you won't have to slave away for hours at a time to cook a tasty meal."
The girl pushed her way closer to the steaming meat, sniffing at it, her eyes closing. She hadn't smelled something this good in about a week, and it smelled a whole lot better then those rats they had to eat last night.
Again, the man started chatting on, motioning for the congregation of people to follow him. He obviously had something else to show them, but the girl decided to lag behind. Eyes quickly glancing back towards the chicken. It was now or never and she wasn't about to let her little brother eat rats again tonight. In seconds, her hands were wrapped around the steaming hunk of meat, which for a normal human being, it would've burnt their hands badly enough to drop the chicken. However, she kept a firm grip upon the bird, bolting up the street, gasps and yells from the people behind her which had been surprised that she had done something like that.
"Stop! Thief!" the man selling the cooker yelled, "Guards get her! She's stolen something from me!"
She cursed under her breath, now she had soldiers following her. Well, she could lose them quickly. Dashing up an alleyway, she turned around in a full circle. There, she had found the right spot. Just above her was a broken part of the building, which had once been a sort of concrete railing upon the top of the structure. In one great bound, she was up on the roof, turning around to look down at the scene below, crouching closer to the roof when the guards rounded the corner.
"Stop you....huh?"
"She did come down this way...where is she?"
"I don't know. Come on, maybe she rounded back!"
Both men ran back up the street, leaving the girl alone again. A sigh escaped her lips. She was lucky they didn't try shooting her this time. Picking herself up, she headed back towards her home, hopefully, her little brother would be there.
In fact, when her boots hit the tattered carpet, he was there, chewing on the rubber ball he had been playing with earlier. In fact, if you were this girl, you should of been surprised out of your mind to see a canine taking the place of the child who had been playing with the ball.
She shook her head, walking towards the bluish-gray blue who was gnawing rapidly on the ball. His ears perking when he noticed the girl. Innocent pale pink eyes brimmed with excitement as he leap to his paws, bounding towards girl with the chicken still clutched firmly in her hands.
"What have I told you about getting excited." the girl said, "If someone came up here, they would see what you really are...I can't lose you to those humans."
The pup's head cocked to the side and he looked saddened by the fact that he was getting reprimanded. However, the wolf pup wasn't staring at the girl who had been talking to him before, but a larger white wolf. Mismatched eyes, the left one a deep shade of crimson while the right was a brilliant sea foam green, looked down at him warmly. Golden metal armbands were wrapped around her forelegs, which made an odd clanking whenever she moved. In her maw, that large chicken she had stolen before.
"Let's eat!" the pup said excitedly, picking up his rubber ball and lead the way to their 'home', the rooms that still had roof over top of them.
They both entered the room, the girl placing the whole chicken on the floor in front of the little boy. Taking a flashlight from her bedside table, she flicked the switch, letting the man-made light cascade about the floor, making a few cockroaches scurry away to darker hiding places.
"Where did you get this?" the little boy asked.
"Zoma, let's not go there. I'm already ashamed I've had to throw myself in with the common human thieves around these parts. I'll probably have a wanted sign up for me before the day is out." she replied, ripping one of the legs clean off the body.
"Well, it's a lot better then eating rats." the boy who had been called Zoma laughed, "Miriko, do you think we will ever get out of this place?"
So, the girl's name was Miriko. She sighed, shaking her head, saying nothing. It wasn't like she wanted to stay here, but what could they do. Outside the city walls was a whole different story, the wilderness wasn't something to mess around in. In fact, the two of them had be brought up in this city by their older brother, who had recently left to go explore the outside of the city. It had been almost four months and there was any word from him and she was beginning to fear the worst. This was Zoma's que to drop that conversation all together and so, the two of them continued to eat in silence.
OoC: Tell me if I did anything wrong. I will go back and change it if need be.
If someone had claimed to of seen one, they would probably be thrown in an asylum or get laughed out of the city. 'Wolf' was a term that was not to be used, unless you wanted a beating by the soldiers that walked the broken streets, jeering and pointing at the ones less fortunate then themselves.
Wolves were smart animals. learning to disguise themselves from the very creature who treated to erase them from the world. To most of the people around them, they looked like your average, run-of-the-meal, human being. However, they never actually took on the human form, it was just some sort of magic shield to protect them. They were always a wolf though, nothing could deny them that.
There was also another that drove the wolf. Paradise. It is said, that paradise can only be open by the wolves. However, others have tried their best to open it and failed. Some wolves try to get their, but they end up failing and give up on the idea of seeing or even being a part of paradise. Others, give their lives to try and discover it, to start the world anew. But...what is paradise?
The morning sun peeked over the skeletons of shattered buildings, bringing life to the city. It was like any other day in Carvahalla. People bustling about, getting ready to open shop. Others, bringing large crates full of vegetables, fruit, and fish to stalls to sell, trying to make a better living for themselves. And, like every other morning, it was time for two orphans to make their way into the city's bustling streets to steal their breakfast.
Scurrying as fast as he could up the street, a young ten year old boy bumped passed people, who in turn yelled comments at him.
"Watch it, kid!" an old man yelled at the little boy, who turned backwards, still working his way up the street, a large grin upon his face and waving his hand at the old man, who began to cuss him out.
He quickly dashed to a nearby alcove in one of the buildings. Looking around, his large pale pink eyes scanning for any sort of soldiers before he slipped through the large crack in the side of the brick. Again, he sprinted through the darkness, his combat boots thumping hard against the linoleum that lined the first floor of the deserted building.
Light swept through broken out windows, allowing glimpses of the boy to be seen for only a few seconds. Sliding across the floor, his boots making an awful squelching noise as he stopped, his momentum not allowing him to do it so easily, he ran up the stairs, tripping on the fourth step, quickly catching himself on the scuffed up golden railing.
Light poured in everywhere on the second floor. For you see, there was no roof at all except for a few rooms on the furthest end of the moth eaten and rotting carpet. Again, he began to run towards those few rooms that were still covered by crumbling roof, but he quickly stopped, panting as he knelt down to lace up his left boot.
Pulling up his khaki colored pants leg, his fingers moved diligently as he looped the black stings back to their rightful places, pulling the two strings tightly, which tightened the lips of the leather, gripping tightly to his skinny leg.
Standing straight after a few moments, he stomped his foot, allowing it to fit more comfortably before tucking his right pant leg into his right boot. His messy blue-gray hair jostled about on top of his head as he continued to straighten up his appearance. The white t-shirt that hung tightly to his skinny frame had a few dingy spots where he had fallen or wiped dirt upon himself, but this was something he couldn't fix right now.
Again, looking down at his boots, he nodded, before continuing to jog up the path towards the rooms. His small, slender fingers wrapping around the dingy gold doorknob, allowing it to twist gently under his palm.
The room he entered was completely dark, and the door snapped gently behind him. However, the dark wasn't a problem for him and he quickly found what he was looking for. A small red rubber ball sat on a rickety bedside table.
"There you are." he said to himself, gripping the ball tightly in his hands, "Come on, let's go play!" Pushing back through the door he had entered, he skidded to a halt, tossing the ball, running to go and catch it before it decided to break free and fall to the crowded streets below.
The chatter from the many people was enough to make anyone's ears hurt. The seventeen year old girl who walked up the street was no different. Messy blonde bangs moved gently with every step she took, the right portion was casually pushed behind her right ear allowing her bright green right eye to be seen. The rest of her hair, raven black in color, was left to hang freely down her back.
A length of rope was casually wrapped around her left shoulder, which pulled on the strap of her gray tank top. The straps already rested firmly upon her upper arm, nearing the shoulder and with the rope, it just seemed to want to push it further down her arm. Three large holes had been hacked out of the back of the fabric, allowing you to see her pale skin. Also, the shirt stopped high above her midriff, allowing her athletic build to be seen. Baggy black jeans gripped her hips lightly and upon one of the front belt loops, a pocket knife was strapped firmly. There was something similar to the little boy from earlier, clothing wise, and that was their combat boots. Her's just as noisy as the little ten year old's had been.
She suddenly stopped, her nose taking in the sweet aroma of cooking chicken. Licking her lips a few times, she had found her intended target. Casually making her way along with the crowd, she stopped short when she noticed the man who had a group of people around him. He was yammering on about this new cooker he had invented. The smell of the cooking chicken inciting the girl, who moved closer, acting like this held some interest in her.
"Now, the chicken only takes a short time to cook." the lanky man announced as he removed a whole chicken out of the cooker and placed it on a pan before the crowd, "And it comes out looking just like this. Now, you won't have to slave away for hours at a time to cook a tasty meal."
The girl pushed her way closer to the steaming meat, sniffing at it, her eyes closing. She hadn't smelled something this good in about a week, and it smelled a whole lot better then those rats they had to eat last night.
Again, the man started chatting on, motioning for the congregation of people to follow him. He obviously had something else to show them, but the girl decided to lag behind. Eyes quickly glancing back towards the chicken. It was now or never and she wasn't about to let her little brother eat rats again tonight. In seconds, her hands were wrapped around the steaming hunk of meat, which for a normal human being, it would've burnt their hands badly enough to drop the chicken. However, she kept a firm grip upon the bird, bolting up the street, gasps and yells from the people behind her which had been surprised that she had done something like that.
"Stop! Thief!" the man selling the cooker yelled, "Guards get her! She's stolen something from me!"
She cursed under her breath, now she had soldiers following her. Well, she could lose them quickly. Dashing up an alleyway, she turned around in a full circle. There, she had found the right spot. Just above her was a broken part of the building, which had once been a sort of concrete railing upon the top of the structure. In one great bound, she was up on the roof, turning around to look down at the scene below, crouching closer to the roof when the guards rounded the corner.
"Stop you....huh?"
"She did come down this way...where is she?"
"I don't know. Come on, maybe she rounded back!"
Both men ran back up the street, leaving the girl alone again. A sigh escaped her lips. She was lucky they didn't try shooting her this time. Picking herself up, she headed back towards her home, hopefully, her little brother would be there.
In fact, when her boots hit the tattered carpet, he was there, chewing on the rubber ball he had been playing with earlier. In fact, if you were this girl, you should of been surprised out of your mind to see a canine taking the place of the child who had been playing with the ball.
She shook her head, walking towards the bluish-gray blue who was gnawing rapidly on the ball. His ears perking when he noticed the girl. Innocent pale pink eyes brimmed with excitement as he leap to his paws, bounding towards girl with the chicken still clutched firmly in her hands.
"What have I told you about getting excited." the girl said, "If someone came up here, they would see what you really are...I can't lose you to those humans."
The pup's head cocked to the side and he looked saddened by the fact that he was getting reprimanded. However, the wolf pup wasn't staring at the girl who had been talking to him before, but a larger white wolf. Mismatched eyes, the left one a deep shade of crimson while the right was a brilliant sea foam green, looked down at him warmly. Golden metal armbands were wrapped around her forelegs, which made an odd clanking whenever she moved. In her maw, that large chicken she had stolen before.
"Let's eat!" the pup said excitedly, picking up his rubber ball and lead the way to their 'home', the rooms that still had roof over top of them.
They both entered the room, the girl placing the whole chicken on the floor in front of the little boy. Taking a flashlight from her bedside table, she flicked the switch, letting the man-made light cascade about the floor, making a few cockroaches scurry away to darker hiding places.
"Where did you get this?" the little boy asked.
"Zoma, let's not go there. I'm already ashamed I've had to throw myself in with the common human thieves around these parts. I'll probably have a wanted sign up for me before the day is out." she replied, ripping one of the legs clean off the body.
"Well, it's a lot better then eating rats." the boy who had been called Zoma laughed, "Miriko, do you think we will ever get out of this place?"
So, the girl's name was Miriko. She sighed, shaking her head, saying nothing. It wasn't like she wanted to stay here, but what could they do. Outside the city walls was a whole different story, the wilderness wasn't something to mess around in. In fact, the two of them had be brought up in this city by their older brother, who had recently left to go explore the outside of the city. It had been almost four months and there was any word from him and she was beginning to fear the worst. This was Zoma's que to drop that conversation all together and so, the two of them continued to eat in silence.
OoC: Tell me if I did anything wrong. I will go back and change it if need be.
