Dark Kingdom and Lost Wolf [18+] (private for Sexylover x Wolf)

[WolfDog12]

This is our Rpg!!! Yep so others keep back! Lol I love messing with people!

 

Basics are a half dragon king, who travels a lot, in a distant and dark kingdom finds a wolf boy in his garden one day and decides to show him some kindness, both in and out of the bed.

 

This is my character (before we get started):

 

 

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Rushing through the forest was a small boy with shaggy, brown hair, clothes, and wolf ears as well as a large brown tail. He was trying to run from some hunters he'd slipped in front of and nearly run into. They took one look at his ears and tail and began to chase him down in an attempt to kill him. They shot at him multiple times as the wolf just barely dodged the bullets ducking under and around trees, and bushes. He whimpered in fear until finally, the wolf saw a High wall. The wall was too hard to climb and to high to jump over. The hunters shot again which made the wolf jump and run at the wall scratching at it to get up.

 

Eventually as the hunters got close again the wolf got an idea and began climbing a nearby tree. Just as the boy jumped at the wall, one hunter made one good shot and it scraped the boy's outer thigh as he made it over the wall. The boy came down and tried landing on his feet but he flopped and rolled a bit yelping in pain. He became covered in even more dirt since he just rolled through a garden and toppled a whole bunch of flowers. The boy stayed for a moment before he jolted up and grabbed his leg in absolute pain. He yelped and whined loudly too blinded by pain to even see what was around him.

[SexyLover]

The basics of the story have now changed.

 

In a world lost in hatred, caused by nothing more than human fear, there exist few truly innocent souls. The Ancient Ones saw the corruption, fear, hatred, and they grew wary of the war they knew was to come. Those with magic in their blood were being hunted like cattle and soon they would rise up and destroy their captors. Not wanting to be a part of such pointless death and suffering, the Ancient Ones hid themselves away, in a land no one has found, despite the search that has carried on through many centuries. The King of the Ancient Ones, Drakon, has lived through many wars and had no desire to see another one begin. He had tried to make peace with the humans. He tried to calm their fear and assure them that he could handle the rare user of black magic. But the humans had come to believe that black magic had overrun the community of magic users. They called them witches. And then, the witch hunt began.

 

My character, Drakon, in his human form (with a dragon friend named Kin):

 

Drakon's Dragon form:

 

Drakon is sitting in his garden, slightly hidden by a bush. He often found himself left alone with his thoughts and he quite disliked it. There's a value to spending time being thoughtful, but too much time spent with dark thoughts leads you to nothing but misery. At least, that's how it is for Drakon.

 

Although, what else but silence could one expect in a land of the old with nothing new to distract from solemn memories. Perhaps it's time to open our gates to those with magic in their blood, Drakon muses to himself. They need a safe place and we can offer that better than most. Of course, doing so would result in the beginning of a war. A war that has been verging on our world for too long. Maybe it's best to start it, so that it may end sooner.

 

As Drakon thinks these things over, he becomes aware of scratching coming from the wall around his garden. The wall was infused with a magic barrier, courtesy of Drakon, and very rarely did people pass through. In this case, the creature did get through, perhaps due to Drakon's previous desire for something or someone new to appear.

 

Drakon watches as a rather small, but cute, boy tumbles into the garden. The boy had ears and a tail that no human would have, and judging from his panicked entrance, he was being chased. Probably by humans. Though, no human would be able to go through the barrier, they could pass over the wall. To send the boy back to the other of the barrier would surely result in his capture. Drakon decides that unless the boy proved to be dangerous, there would be no harm in letting him stay.

 

So, Drakon approached the injured boy, careful not to go too close so as not to scare the poor boy anymore than he was. Drakon knelt down hoping to convey his wish to aid the boy rather than harm him.

 

“Hello there. My name is Drakon. What is your name, young one?”

[SexyLover]

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[WolfDog12]

The Boy continued to howl in agony, still unaware of his surroundings until a voice pierced his ear, calm and strong. The little wolf jolted back into the world around him and in that instant he jumped onto all fours and began growling and snarling purely out of fear. He saw, what he first thought to be human, and clearly wasn't. The man Had eyes as gold as a wolf's but he couldn't have been a werewolf, his ears made him look more like an elf then a werewolf. THe boy also found his hair strange. It wasn't rare to find humans with white hair but they all had wrinkles and were so old, the male that stood here now was young and actually quite beautiful.

 

After observing the male, and being consumed by his thoughts, the wolf finally realized that somewhere in his ogling over this stranger, he'd stopped growling. He picked it up again for a moment before looking at the outstretched hand. His snarling turned into a low rumble before turning to a small whimper. The boy sniffed the air trying to catch the scent of the hand, this being his only way to tell if someone was a good person, by scent. Sadly as the small wolf sniffed he was still too far away to catch the scent with his fading senses.

 

The loss of blood had caused the boy to begin feeling dizzy and he fell to his side grabbing he leg again. The wolf knew he needed help and soon came to realize, what he thought grazed him, hand lodged itself pretty far in and out the other side. The wound just missed the bone but the boy still had a hole straight through his thigh. He looked up at the stranger that knelt before him and was whimpering for help. The wolf never did seem to hear what the stranger had originally said and even now the boy couldn't have a nice conversation. Instead the only word he seemed to force out of him was:

 

"Help" in a weak and quiet tone.

[SexyLover]

Drakon watched as the boy pushed himself onto all fours and growled. He was well aware that this little wolf was afraid, and therefore, Drakon was not surprised at the show of aggression. In fact, the only reason he didn’t think he’d be attacked by the wolf is the painful looking injury on his leg. It was bleeding quite a bit and the king suspected that the wolf would pass out soon.

 

Drakon met the wolf-boy’s eyes, the unique color almost enchanting the king. He quietly waits, staying as still as possible, hoping the little wolf would calm down. As the wolf’s growling calms, Drakon extends his hand towards the little wolf. Rather abruptly, the growling resumes full force before fading off again.

 

The king studies the wound in concern, hoping that there was enough time to save the wolf. At the rate the wound was bleeding, Drakon knew that it was a matter of time till the wolf bled to death.

 

Drakon’s hearing picked up on the wolf’s attempts to sniff him. Of course, it’s unlikely the wolf would be able to smell anything without a breeze to blow the scent in his direction. At least, not in his current condition.

 

Almost as if to prove the point, the wolf collapsed and whimpered as he clutched at his injured leg. When the wolf looked back at him, the king knew he was running on limited time.

 

“Help”

 

That one word held all the power. The voice was weak and faint, but the impact it had on Drakon was tremendous. He had lived for a long time and has faced the loss of many, many people that were close to him. He did not want to see this young wolf fade from this life, to die because of a human’s fear of the unknown. Drakon wanted to save the wolf-boy.

 

The little wolf had passed out, probably from stress, pain and blood loss. The king gathered the small body into his arms and carried him towards the kingdom, which was quite some ways away. Fearing that they would not make it, even at the fast pace he had adopted, the king decided to take the wolf to the home of a friend who hopefully could and would save the wolf.

 

When he arrived there, he knocked at the door loudly. As soon as the door opened, he strode in with the wolf and set him down on the table in the middle of the room. The friend looked at him, looked at the wolf, and sighed, rolling her eyes.

 

“My king, you are too kind towards outsiders. But don’t bother saying anything. We both know I will help, so what is the point?”

 

Drakon grants her a half smile and stands back, out of the way. While he was capable of healing, he has most of his magic sealed and there was a chance the injury required more magic to heal than what he had available to him. Plus, there was a chance the hunter who shot him had poisoned the bullet. If that was the case, he would be very glad that he brought the wolf to one of the strongest healers he had met in his life, considering she would know how to heal him quickly and with as little pain as possible. It helped that she lived in a rather humble cottage in the middle of the forest that cut between his garden and the actual castle. It was not only closer, but more peaceful and would be less likely to stress the wounded wolf.

 

Now, the only thing left to do was to wait.

[WolfDog12]

The small wolf's consciousness had faded almost immediately after he'd spoken his single word. It was his first time being completely unaware of what was happening both around him and to him. When he slept this kid still had his senses up and was fully aware if anyone approached him. The difference this time was that, the boy had lost so much blood it was hard for him to sniff anything even a foot away from his nose and his hearing had completely faded making everything sound jumbled and lost. Had this kid been any kind of werewolf, then he'd have reverted to either a wolf form or a human form. This only helped this king as well as his friend to prove this kid was no werewolf.

 

It took 2 days for the boy to regain his consciousness and at first he didn't even open his eyes. He took a deep breath and scents of the woods filled his nostrils and he felt completely at ease. The boy could also feel the sun peering down through the trees and the window as the rays of light touches his face warming him throughout. The boy wanted to stay there forever until he began separating different scents. The had been one, no two others here at one point and that concerned the wolf because they didn't share the same scent as him.

 

Slowly the boy opened his eyes trying to let them come into focus. He blinked several times before he suddenly remembered that he'd been injured. The boy sat up quickly and grabbed his leg and cringed, however, there was no pain. In fact he'd grabbed the wrong leg entirely. The small boy looked around the room seeing it was a simple and warm cottage that gave off a very gentle air that, despite having strangers in it, made the boy feel safe. He glanced around the room towards the window and could see the forest outside. That must have been why he felt so safe. He turned to look towards the nearest door and shifted his ears to try and listen for anyone.

[SexyLover]

It has been two days since Drakon brought the wolf-boy to his friend, Moriko. She had inspected the wound, ensured there were no pieces of the bullet inside and rinsed the little amount of poison that had gotten into the wound. Drakon was right in that the hunters had used poison. They put it inside the bullet, though. It was supposed to leak out of the bullet as it was inside their victim, but, fortunately, the bullet had passed through the young wolf's leg so only a little bit had come out. She had then rubbed a salve over and around the wound and bandaged it properly. She also gave him a concoction of herbs to drink so that he might rest easy with as little pain as possible. One of the side effects being that it kept him asleep through the worst of the healing process.

 

Moriko could have just infused magic into the wound and hoped it healed properly, but there were a lot of risks to using that method. The younger healers of the world didn't realize it, but there are some things magic cannot do as well as time, natural medications and the body itself. Moriko believed that magic should be used simply to aid the process of healing, with the only exception being when in an emergency. This mindset has led her to be the best at what she does and she was damn proud of it. She openly expressed her opinion that young healers were foolish to ignore what time has taught their predecessors. If the Witch Hunt hadn't begun, she would have gone off on most of the foolish young healer-wanna-be's and taught them how it's done.

 

As it is, she just lived quietly in the forest that she loved. Well, until she went to the castle where she could be found yelling at whichever poor soul irritated her.

 

As it is, she was being quiet now, finding peace in the forest just as Drakon is. They're sitting outside, looking up at the blue sky, knowing that neither had to say anything because everything was already said.

 

They could hear small sounds coming from inside the cottage and they turned towards it, but made no move to go inside. They both knew that going in now would most likely scare the little wolf, so, instead, they waited, keeping their senses open so that they would know if the wolf tried to leave. He wouldn't be able to get away as he would still be pretty weak from being shot and there were two Ancient One's sitting right outside of the cottage on high alert in case he tried to leave or caused further injury to himself.

 

As the noises died off from inside the cottage, Drakon decides that it's time to announce his presence.

 

"Hello, Little Wolf. I know that you are probably afraid, but I have no intention of laying harm to you as long as you show the same respect. If you need anything, feel free to say so. If you wish to, you may come out here as long as your careful of your leg. Or I could go inside, if that is preferred."

[WolfDog12]

At first no sounds came so the wolf wondered if the people had ventured off into the woods or perhaps had traveled to the wall he'd leapt over. It was still fuzzy with what really happened with the hunters but the boy knew he was chased and was injured.

 

His ears quickly perked towards the sound of the man beyond the wall. He knew this voice or the sound of it, though, it seemed like so long ago and as if coming from some far off dream. It took a while for the wolf to regain enough of himself to really understand what was being asked of him since he hadn't expected someone to suddenly start talking.

 

The boy opened his mouth to speak but no words came out so he closed his mouth again before sliding his feet off the edge of the bed so he was sitting up properly. He looked back at the bed he'd been moved to and wanted to just roll over and sleep on it forever but that wouldn't be right. The kid slowly shifted his weight onto his feet and he cringed as a sudden pain shot through his whole body before it centralized in his leg. The pain may have been gone when he'd first woken up but it seemed like, though his brain was awake, his nerves had been asleep until just then.

 

Despite the pain the kid forced himself upward onto his legs, unaware of how long it had been since he last used them. The wolf managed to take half a step before his legs gave out from under him and he came crashing to the ground with a loud thud and a quick yelp. It only caused a little more pain but he was already so hurt that it wasn't too bad. The wolf tried to get up but even his arms gave out and he hit his jaw against the ground.

[SexyLover]

Drakon blinked as a loud thud was heard from inside, followed by a second, although quieter, thud. He got to his feet quickly, thinking that perhaps suggesting the wolf come outside was not the smartest move. Drakon rushes to the door but then freezes, wondering if the little wolf would be scared if he suddenly came barging in...

 

"Little Wolf? Are you okay? I'm coming in", he calls loudly, worried for the injured little wolf.

 

He pushed the door open and saw the alarming, but kinda cute, sight of the poor wolf sprawled on the ground. The young wolf was sprawled kind of like a starfish with his tail lying in between his legs. Drakon has to bite his lip lightly so that he wouldn't smile at how cute the little wolf was. It wouldn't be appropriate at all, considering how scared the little wolf was, not to mention injured. His eyes darken in concern for the wolf-boy who was tense and obviously afraid, with wide eyes watching the king's movement. Sighing, Drakon slowly approaches the wolf, careful not to go so close that he'd feel much more threatened than he already did.

 

Drakon knew this would turn out badly if he wasn't more careful. For one, he couldn't afford to grow attatched to the cute little stranger as it would be dangerous for both of them. And for another, the wolf could be faking, though it didn't seem likely, Drakon has dealt with enough scheemers to be cautious of everyone he meets. Of course, even if it wasn't another scam, there was still the fact that the wolf was injured and scared to consider, as that would be more than enough reason for the wolf to attack Drakon. But Drakon was still worried and he wanted to help, especially since he knew that he could, so he spoke to the wolf, quietly and calmly trying to let the wolf-boy know that he wasn't in danger from Drakon, at least, not at the moment. Not unless he became a danger to Drakon and/or the kingdom and the peace that they had found.

 

"Little Wolf, will you let me lift you back onto the bed so that I can check your wound?"

[WolfDog12]

The wolf who was whimpering at his pain suddenly lifted his ears.

"Little Wolf? Are you okay? I'm coming in"

he heard that cool voice layered with worry and waited with his mouth gaped a little in surprise. The poor wolf was unaware of his situation or just how he looked when this stranger came in. Rather then fear there was no doubt something about this man that seemed so elegant and beautiful. The wolf was shocked and seemed to recognize the color of his hair and eyes as well as those pointy ears. Was he the one that saved the wolf when he'd jumped the wall?

 

The boy had no time to think about that as listened to the Male ask if it were ok to lift him to the bed. The wolf couldn't smell anything too vicious about him so after a long and painful silence, he nodded needing all the help he could get. This would also give him the chance to get a closer smell of this man to see if he was a danger or if he really just wanted to help.

 

As the small wolf was being reached towards, he sniffed at the male's hand. It really did just mean well it seemed. So the boy let himself be lifted, stressed and tight muscles all the while but without putting up a fight. He was placed back on the soft bed and for a moment that was all he could think about before his attention turned once again towards the stranger. The wolf was finally able to get his voice to work again and he spoke another couple words that formed into a nice and simple question

 

"Who are you." His voice was raspy like a low growl

[SexyLover]

After a long silence that made Drakon worry that his offer would be rejected, which would pose a problem on how to aid the adorable little wolf, he saw the wolf nod and moved, slowly but steadily, to pick the wolf up. He heard the wolf sniff at him as he got closer and supressed a smile. This was an innocent wolf who probably didn't meet many of those with magic in their blood. Some, like himself, were very good at masking emotions when it was neccessary, and that includes altering one's scent. It's actually a complex process and requires constant attention otherwise the magic used to alter one's scent could be scented out and usually that would result in being caught.

 

However, Drakon was not altering his scent, he really did wish to help the wolf. He knows that the wolf doesn't trust him in the slightest - he has been tense the whole time he was in the room with Drakon - but this didn't anger the king. He understood it, although it did make him a bit sad. This is what humans were doing to those with magic in their blood and he was allowing it to happen in order to avoid an inevitable war. He sighs, feeling stressed out all of a sudden, but he didn't want to upset the poor wolf any more than neccessary, so he put a soft smile on his face as he looked at the wolf and slowly moved away, hoping this would make the wolf feel better. Not that he seemed to be paying attention, he looked pretty happy on the bed and Drakon's smile became genuine, if still a bit sad.

 

With some effort the little wolf finally managed to say something, although his voice was rough.

 

"Who are you."

 

"Who am I? You may call me Drakon as that is what I go by. I will get you some water, so please, stay still." Before saying anything else, he went to Moriko's kitchen and got a glass of water. It was good, clear water, from the nearby spring, but this was Moriko's house. Even her water wasn't normal. Fortunately, Drakon had been friends with her long enough to not only know that nothing about her is normal, but how she is abnormal. Such as the water, he knew, were separated by what she'd put in it. He got the water from the section that was mixed with a couple of herbs that would promote good health and got himself a small glass, too, so that he could confirm that's what it was. His advisor would surely want to strangle him right now for being a taste-tester, which was a very risky job, and doing it for a stranger. Not that Drakon minded much, he understood where his advisor came from, but he wasn't about to pay much mind to him when it came to things like this. It would be like letting him dictate whether or not he went to the garden in his spare time (his advisor had actually said that he should not because it was too close to the wall, to the barrier between their kingdom and the humans).

 

Shaking thoughts of his advisor out of his mind, Drakon sighed and carried the glass of water over to the little wolf and stood a small distance away quietly waiting for something.

 

"Now, may I ask who you are? Surely you can at least tell me what to call you?"

[WolfDog12]

Feeling a touch more at ease when Drakon took a step back from the bed, The wolf wanted to talk more even after the male had said he'd go and get this boy some water. The kid opened his mouth to say something as the King turned his back, but once more the words got caught in his throat. So the wolf simply waited for the strange male to return. He glanced out the window towards the forest, slowly closing his eyes to feel the sun on his face and to smell the woods. These were definitely different from the ones he'd traveled through. They were laced with a scent he'd never known before, but one he'd grow accustom to very soon.

 

The wolf waited what seemed like an hour before Drakon came back. He was still on edge when his savior came back but the wolf had no intention to run away unless Drakon decided to pull a knife or a gun or something on him. In fact, the wolf's tail began to wag a little when Drakon reached out and handed him the water. The wolf was so thirsty he didn't hesitate for a second and began to down the glass with both hands on the glass making him look like a small child guzzling down a glass of milk.

 

His ear closest to Drakon lifted to the sound of his question, however, the wolf was too busy drinking down the water to respond. This water just tasted so refreshing, it was like nothing he'd ever drank before. At that moment he didn't care if it had poison in it, it tasted just so damn good. When the water was gone he pulled the glass from his lips and began thinking about the question asked of him. He thought for what seemed like hours. This wolf either forgot his name or was just searching for something to call himself for now. It took a while but he finally came up with something to call himself.

 

"Okami" It was a simple word in his rough and growlish voice. He glanced down as if afraid of the name not being good enough. It was humans that had given him that name so he didn't even know the meaning of it, only that those that hated him, would scream it when he was spotted.

 

The wolf quickly became lost in his thoughts and his eyes, that had been filled with fear, now filled with great sadness. He thought about the humans that hated him and hunted him, the animals that shunned him for being different. The boy was swirling the tip of his index finger around the rip of the cup he'd drank out of, staring into it.

[SexyLover]

It took some time for the little wolf to respond, but Drakon didn't mind. He thought that the boy was adorable, guzzling the water like a child who was given a glass that was too big for him. But even after the cup was empty, a silence filled the room. The King tilted his head, wondering if the boy would not respond. If he did, he had to wonder if it would be his true name. Well, it didn't bother Drakon much as he never told anyone the name he was given at birth. It was not a pleasant memory, but more than that, it was the same as giving a part of yourself to whoever was listening. Besides, he constantly changed his name when going undercover, as that is part of going undercover, and he could understand why, even if the little wolf wasn't undercover, he'd want to hide the name he usually goes by.

 

He mentally shakes the thoughts away, wanting to focus properly on the little wolf in front of him.

 

"Okami"

 

That was what the wolf wanted to be called and Drakon smiled lightly. That was a name that spoke of good things to him, but he knew well, it could just as easily mean bad things. It depended on who used the name. As Drakon watched, Okami started to look more sad than afraid even as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass.

 

He bit his lip, unsure of what should be done now. Drakon was a good King, but he was more a fighter than a diplomat, although he could do both equally well. It was just that he preferred to be honest and straight forward when he could. Sighing, he seated himself on the floor (another thing a King should never do, as his advisor would tell him had he been there) and looked up towards the little wolf. He was a small distance away, hoping that as long as he didn't go too close or move too quickly, the wolf wouldn't feel anymore threatened.

 

"Okami, huh. I like your name," he smiles gently. "It means wolf, I believe. I have known werewolves and I have known wild wolves, as well as they can be known. It is a name that may mean bad things to certain people, but to me and most of the people around here, it is a great name that expresses a true beauty that most cannot truly comprehend."

 

Images flickered through Drakon's mind, of wolves that have aided him in the past. He'd always felt at peace with wild creatures, perhaps because he was technically one himself, so he found peace amongst them and they recognized one of their own. Or maybe it was that he admired them and they could somehow sense that. Perhaps it was a bit of both. Who knows? Some things are best left as a mystery and Drakon felt that this was one of those things.

 

"Okami. I wont ask that you tell me anything you're not comfortable with as long as it is unneccessary that I know. If it becomes a matter of safety to myself, my kingdom or you, then I will ask. But right now, I don't feel there is any need beyond my own curiousity. However, it is important to our safety that we know for sure what is in the area. I don't think you came here just for the hell of it, you were scared and injured when you came over the wall. So please, can you tell me why you did?"

[WolfDog12]

Okami listened to the meaning of the name he'd chosen and he glanced down sadly wondering, no, knowing that was why the humans called him that, because that's what he was. The wolf knew that humans hated him and apparently feared him but he was always more afraid of them no matter what they did. Okami hated humans, no, he wanted to hate them but he couldn't really find it in him to hate anything. He was always too kind to other creatures that even those that wanted to kill him weren't hated. The fact that he had any relation to the humans at all was probably due to his species. He wasn't some wolf that could turn and look human, rather, his father had been a human. His mother was a wolf with the power to make herself look human.

 

Okami's thoughts began to drift more until Drakon sat on the floor. This seemed odd even to Okami. There was something royal and elegant about this stranger which made him seem out of place sitting on the ground. Okami almost wanted to reach down and pull him onto his feet but there was a reason the man would chose to sit on the ground away from the wolf and that was because of how scared he'd been. Okami brushed the back of the fingers of his right hand down his injured leg feeling it tingle. Finally the wolf turned back to Drakon, listening to what he had to say about the world beyond the walls. He closed his eyes trying to remember what happened before he'd jumped the wall. It was a hazy memory no doubt, however, there was something he remembered. With the memory, Okami turned his head away more afraid of the thought and his grip around the cup tightened.

 

"I tripped in front of some hunters….. They thought I was some evil spirit called on by a witch. They wanted to…………………… kill me." Okami's thoughts raced and the fear returned. He could feel himself running even though he wasn't moving at all. He dropped the glass onto his lap and covered both ears with his hands. He whimpered loudly.

 

Colors of red flashed before his eyes and He could remember voices calling out. The gun shots ripping at his ears with their noise. He suddenly remembered when he'd actually been caught by humans once when he was just a little pup. He would look to be about 6 in human years, humans rushing into the shed he'd taken cover in, and ripping him away from where he could rest. They dragged him by the hair and collar of his shirt, Okami kicking and screaming all the while. As he was bound and to be killed a single human screamed out in protest. The people around seemed like a blur but when the human who saved him bent down, her face was perfectly in view. She asked if he were all right but Okami never remembered if he had responded to her. She managed to cut the ropes and screamed for him to run. He was frozen at the time but managed to escape. He heard them attack the nice lady and even now had no idea if she were alive or not. It was this act that made it easy for Okami to trust women faster then men. He could still come to trust men, but it was a little harder.

[SexyLover]

Drakon frowns, upset by the wolf's obvious discomfort with whatever memory he's reliving. As he watches, the cup is squeezed between Okami's hands.

 

"I tripped in front of some hunters….. They thought I was some evil spirit called on by a witch. They wanted to…………………… kill me."

 

Drakon growls silently, unable to express his anger at the humans in case it scared Okami, which was undesirable to say the least. Okami drops the glass into his lap, covering his ears and Drakon bites his lip, wanting to comfort the boy. The King's heart hurts at the sound of Okami's whimpering.

 

"Humans." Even though his voice was gruff, there wasn't any hatred in it. He quietly waits as Okami slowly comes back to the present. Multiple times, he would lift his hand or move as if to go closer to the boy, then freeze, and retract any movements he made. He was worried that going closer, even if it was just to comfort the little wolf, would scare him.

 

"They are fearful beings. They are so lost in their fear, they have forgotten to look at what is. They don't know how to see beauty anymore. I know it may seem like humankind is a hateful race, but they are just afraid. Fortunately, there are humans who have not forgotten what true beauty is. They are the ones not run by fear because they know, fear leads people to destruction if it's allowed to. A little fear can be good, keep a person modest and aware of the possibilty of death, or worse, but if it is allowed to take control it multiplies on itself and controls its victim."

 

Shaking his head, he lets out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, Okami. I'm sorry you had to go through this. And I know that maybe you don't want me to explain, well, sort of explain, why the humans do what they do, but I want you to know, all the same. I want you to keep it in mind, no matter what they do. Otherwise, a cycle of hatred and fear will begin and if that happens, it may never end. Not until one, or even both, sides are destroyed by it."

 

Drakon runs a hand through his hair, still feeling very agitated. "I'm not trying to upset you or anything. It's just that the ridiculous Witch Hunt the humans are pulling is... distressing to say the least. Believe it or not, humans used to live alongside those with magic in their blood, and they did it peacefully. There had been more than peace, there had been friendship. But one human controlled by fear, spread the contagious feeling around and soon, the majority of the population was contaminated. Now look at what it has done. We are hiding from humans, and there is an anger rising, a fury. Magic cannot be contained or surpressed and it's going to burst out one day, and one day soon."

 

Drakon studies the boy from where he sits and his brow furrows in concern. "... I don't suppose you'll allow me to check you're wound?" He bites his lip as he watches Okami's reaction.

[WolfDog12]

Okami was lost in his thoughts for a while and never heard Drakon repeat the word "humans", however, he did come back into reality when the king began to talk more about them. Okami gently moved his hands about half a foot from his ears but kept them parallel. He was listening, though, now he wanted nothing more then for the conversation to end. To think a creature as strong as a human would be afraid of Okami himself, it just wasn't right. It made Okami feel even weaker then he already knew he was. His eyes widened for a moment before welling up with tears. He shook his head only slightly wanting Drakon to just stop talking about it.

 

"I'm not trying to upset you?"

was that really what Drakon was saying? Okami had only known humans to be the strongest and the thought of them being afraid? What did Drakon know about what was going on anyway? He only knew what Okami had just told him. This little wolf was more aware of what was going on in the outside world.

 

He shoved his hands back over his ears and shook his head far more violently this time. He just wanted it to stop. He had his eyes shut tight and the little wolf was shaking in fear and what seemed like pain. His leg was quickly getting worse from him not relaxing and constantly having his muscles tight. The small wolf even began kicking his legs back and forth throwing a silent fit.

 

Just then, Okami's nerves shot and his eyes widened from the absolute pain. It was like he'd been hit with a bullet all over again. His nerves couldn't take much more of this high stress level and everything in him just collapsed. Okami fell backwards onto his back with his head hitting the pillow with a quiet and muffled thud. He felt so weak suddenly and didn't even have the strength to stay on edge. When Drakon asked him if it were ok to check his wound, Okami nodded feeling completely lost and hopeless now. He just needed some time and he closed his eyes, sleep taking over and dragging his now unconscious mind out of that house and into the woods he loved to be in.

[SexyLover]

Drakon hated himself. He really did. He knew that Okami was stressed, upset and injured but he still pushed the little wolf. Why the fuck did he have to talk without thinking? Shaking his head at his own stupidity, he quickly goes up to the unconscious boy and checks the wound. He puts on more of the salve that Moriko had left out and rebandages the wound. He decides against giving him the concoction that Moriko had made for Okami, which could result in his body being weak again. Instead, he goes to get some of the water with herbs that he had given Okami earlier. Unfortunately, after Drakon had spoken to Okami through the door, Moriko left to find more herbs (not that she needed them). She kinda forgot that Drakon wasn't the best with talking to people one-on-one.

 

He gently lifted the still unconscious Okami into a sitting position and slowly poured a little bit of the water into his mouth. Then he set down the glass so that he could use his thumb to rub away what dribbled out. He repeats this process quite a few times, until half the glass was gone. Then he laid the sleeping boy back on the bed and leaned against the wall farthest from the bed that was in the back corner of the small cottage. Pulling his knees close to him, he rests his elbows on them and hides his face in his hands. He knew he was stressed out right now. Dealing with people should've been second nature to him, but it wasn't. He still had a hard time being near people, one of the side affects of his past. He disliked getting too close and as a result, he didn't know how to deal with people on an one-on-one basis. His friends had realized this and accepted it long ago so it didn't usually cause problems. But right now, it had caused something really serious. It could be a danger to the little wolf's health, especially if it happened a second time while he's still recovering.

 

"Perhaps it's time for me to take my leave...?" Drakon whispers soundlessly to himself. He knew very well that he wouldn't leave until the boy had woken up and been introduced to Moriko. But he could get the two introduced and they'd hopefully get along and be able to be friends. Or at least be able to stand each other long enough to get the little wolf recovered and to somewhere safe. Naturally, he would watch over the whole process, but he could do it from a distance. That way the wolf wouldn't have to deal with him again. That would probably make him pretty happy, Drakon wouldn't be at all surprised if Okami hated him at this point. No one likes having what they know challenged and to do that to the distressed boy was incredibly cruel.

 

Drakon bangs his head back against the wall, sighing in frustration. He lets his arm fall, crossed into an X across his knees. He's upset but all that shows on his face is an exhaustion that goes beyond sleep. He has been alive a long time and sometimes he thinks that he's been alive for too long. He bangs his head against the wall again. And again. And again. It begins to from a rhythm in the room. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Eventually, he hits his head back one last time, harder than before, and he sighs and leans his head down. His white hair is just long enough to cover his face and as always, no one saw the pain that his eyes sometimes showed. He didn't let anyone see it and usually was in his dark room, alone, when this hit. It was just bad luck that all the stress was hitting him now.

 

The only sounds in the cottage were Okami's steady, even breathing and Drakon's harsh pants. The only reason he wasn't crying was that he'd forgotten how to cry when he was still a little boy. The closest he had come was a tear drop here and there. To him, that he couldn't seem to cry, this was the greatest weakness one could have.

 

He drags his hands through his hair, tugging at it harshly, forcing himself to focus on what to do now. Trying to figure out what the best course of action is to get the little wolf back on his feet and in a safe, and preferrably, happy, place. To start with, he needed to get Moriko back to the cottage so that introductions could be made. Depending on how Okami reacts to her, he'd start trying to find a place for him to go that would be safe from the more idiotic humans. He could think of a few humans that would help, or if the wolf would prefer, there were many kingdoms for those with magic in their blood. With the exception of a couple visits (some to check on him and some because he usually made rounds to visit allies and friends) the little wolf wouldn't have to deal with him...

 

For the first time, Drakon realized that at some point, he had assumed that Okami hated him. He shook his head, knowing it was possibly true, but also possibly just his own mind attacking him. He gave another harsh tug at his hair and sighed. Start with step one, he reminded himself, step one. Get Moriko and Okami introduced to one another.

[WolfDog12]

Okami could feel himself back in the woods, on his feet again. He may have been dreaming, but, how would he have known that. Everything felt so natural, the way it should. The wolf stretched feeling really good. He was younger now but never really noticed as he ran through the woods chasing a bunny. He wasn't looking for a meal and since no one else would play with him, this was his only pass time.

 

When Okami lifted his head to look around again, it had already been night and he knew it was time to leave the bunnies alone. He could see strange lights in the distance. Curiosity made him wonder what was going on, his insides however were telling him to run. The little wolf lost to his curiosity and hurried closer. The boy watched from a distance and saw a group of humans sitting around a fire. They had fish from a nearby river cooking over the flames. It made Okami's mouth fill with saliva and he licked his lips hungrily. Then men were laughing and yelling to each other about random things. Okami wanted to go closer to ask for a fish but was able to hold himself back. Finally, Okami found it in him to turn around and leave. He hurried through a bush not expecting for anyone to hear him.

 

Of course, the humans did hear him and they all went quiet. The silence made the wolf freeze up and wait, just standing there, his eyes glowing in the dark. He could hear the men moving towards him and they called out to him. Okami turned and ran away. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. That rhythm came at him and coursed his dream into a nightmare. Each time the wall outside his dream was hit, a gunshot went off aimed to kill the little wolf. He ran and ran until one shot hit him in the back straight through the heart.

 

Just then Okami sat up in bed quickly with a scream. His claws gripped the bed and his eyes were glowing. Realizing it had been a dream, he shivered uncomfortably and removed his claws from the bed. He glanced to the side and made eye contact with Drakon. Okami's eyes widened again and he gasped a little but then the thought of someone actually being there when he woke from a nightmare felt too good. Okami had been scared and there was someone here for him… At least he thought he was. The little wolf closed his eyes and for the first time in years he actually smiled towards Drakon.

[SexyLover]

Suddenly Drakon jumped at the sound of a scream. He leapt to his feet and quickly, but cautiously, approached Okami. His eyes were glowing and the King could see his claws that were digging into the bed, likely shredding it. He paused a couple feet away from the bed as Okami shivered a bit and removed the claws. The sheets had holes in it now, but it wasn’t all that big of a deal. Moriko was constantly changing her sheets, and she had just recently been considering getting a new pair, but she disliked wasting perfectly good sheets.

 

Drakon locks eyes with Okami and watches as the little wolf's eyes widen. At first, Drakon thinks that Okami is about to run, or at least, try to run, but then the little wolf smiles towards him. It’s a small smile but a big sign. A good sign. Drakon relaxes a bit and returns the smile feeling a bit of peace mix in with the guilt.

 

He now knew to be more careful with his words and he would try to do so. But for someone not used to it, it would be a challenge. Well, Drakon didn’t mind a challenge as long as he could keep anyone from getting hurt.

 

“Do you feel okay? Do you need, or want, for anything?” He speaks quietly, but that’s not abnormal for him. Not to say that he can’t be loud, but he’s not a yeller by nature. He yells when he needs to but his usual volumes is relatively soft, especially when he’s angry. One knows when he’s angry if he wants them to, but not by volume. His tone and his aura seem to change completely, and it’s a terrifying thing. Fortunately, he doesn’t have all that short of a temper. But when he is angry, you can tell he’s a wild beast, a hunter at the top of the chain. You can tell by the deadly stillness that seems to come with his rage. Of course, all this is assuming he’s letting you know he’s angry. He can hide the fury behind a warm smile and you would never know.

 

Not that he’s angry at the moment. Well, at himself, he is, but not at the wolf. His desire to protect the wolf is there and he’s still making plans in his mind for how to do it. It was easier now that the darkness had been pushed back once more. It has hit him harder, a lot harder, many times before, which had made it all the more easy to suppress this time.

 

He pushes unhappy thoughts away and puts his focus back on the young wolf.

[WolfDog12]

The little wolf had his unusual, purple-pink, eyes on Drakon, watching his every move. When he saw Drakon smile it made Okami feel more reassured that he was in a safe environment. Okami knew something was troubling this king but also could see that he was separating his anger towards something or someone, away from the boy. He continued to watch but his ears were the first to respond to the questions when they were asked. He simply shook his head not really in the need for anything though.

 

Okami soon reached out his hand towards Drakon wanting him to come closer and place their hands together. The small wolf could see Drakon's hesitation, blinking in surprise, but reluctantly shifted forward. When Okami finally got his hand around Drakon's he drew the hand up to his face, palm up, and sniffed long and even sniffs of it. After the third sniff, Okami placed his whole face into the palm of Drakon's hand gently breathing in his scent. The wolf really loved this scent, he didn't understand what it was at all but he knew that he liked it. He was still unaware of a dragon's scent or that of magic so this mixture of smells would undoubtedly be a strange and foreign one.

 

Okami suddenly perked up to the sound of someone coming in. He still knew nothing of the friend, since he'd been unconscious when they first "met". Okami grew defensive, but, for the first time ever, he was hoping to be protected. With that he tightened his grip on Drakon and even added a second hand around his wrist. Okami held tight, careful not to claw his savior. He listened as someone drew closer towards the bedroom, not once letting up on his grip in hopes that Drakon would once again save the day. By this point Okami wasn't even aware that it was a female at the door. He would calm down immediately once she came in, however, it was up to Drakon on whether she entered or he told her to back away. Drakon wouldn't know anything about his feeling of security towards females, only that right now he was scared for his life at an unknown coming towards the door.

[SexyLover]

Drakon watched amused, and a bit confused, as Okami sniffed his hand rather intently. He had been very bewildered when the little wolf had reached his hand out towards Drakon, and now he was just completely lost. Okami suddenly buried his face into the King's hand and he blinked, then smiled as he got an idea of what might be happening. He held a foreign scent to the boy, he knew. Perhaps the wolf liked his scent?

 

He didn't get much of a chance to think about this as he suddenly heard Moriko returning. He slightly turned his head towards the door, listening, just as Okami was, to the small sounds she made during her approach. Okami's grip on the King's hand had tightened and he had also grabbed his wrist. Drakon knew that the little wolf was scared, but he also knew that the wolf would have to meet the owner of the home at some point. He was well aware that by having brought the wolf to Moriko he had not only made her work for free, but now he was keeping her outside of her own home.

 

He sighs in exhaustion. With things like this, there usually wasn't a 'correct' choice. You choose to do something, you deal with the consequences and then you repeat. That's just how most of life decisions work. Different choices have different consequences, though, and now he had to quickly measure the consequences of the choices he had; tell Moriko to go away or tell her to come in.

 

He bites his lip as he looks down at the scared boy who was clinging onto him. He made his choice.

 

"Moriko, don't come in just yet, but don't go far, either," he calls towards the door, praying to whatever god is out there that he just made the right decision. "Okami? The person out there, she's a friend. She is the one who healed you after you came over the wall. I brought you to her because she is a very talented healer and she probably saved your life."

 

He then took a deep breath and sealed his fate with whatever consequences would follow his decision.

 

"Moriko? Please come into the room now."

[WolfDog12]

Moriko? that sounded like a very unusual name. Okami only had a couple seconds the think about it before Drakon had turned to him and began to speak again. Her, that was something Drakon kept repeating and something he understood well. So this man's friend was a girl? She also seemed to be the person that helped save Okami when he was hurt. His grip was already loosening up and Okami watched the door intensely waiting for the female to walk in. When she did walk in, and the little wolf could see for himself that it was a girl, he relaxed more and took his hands away from Drakon's wrist.

 

Her scent was strange but he already seemed use to it since he'd been sleeping in a house and a bed full of her scent. He could tell from her scent that she was a strange person but also could tell she meant no harm and really did just want to help. The small wolf looked at her for a long while trying to understand her more even without talking. It was plain to see that he was very relaxed around this stranger, so what was the difference? One was more of forest child then the other, one definitely crazier then the other, one was female. To Drakon, any of these could be the key factor to why Okami was more comfortable around Moriko then himself.

 

Okami give a tiny wave but placed his hand back down after. He finally remembered the sheets and quickly looked down nervously.

[SexyLover]

The King watched as Okami relaxed quite a bit and even gave Moriko a tiny wave. He blinks, startled, and more than a little confused. It hurt him a little, but mostly, he was glad that there was someone that the boy could be relatively comfortable with.

 

Okami suddenly looked nervous and after a moment, Drakon understood why. The sheets were a bit torn up from the boy's claws and of course, he didn't know Moriko well enough to know that she wouldn't be angry with him for that. She'd be more likely to thank him for giving her an excuse to change them.

 

Moriko was a bit confused why the boy had gone from giving her a tiny wave then looking down with a nervous expression on his cute face. Moriko always did like cute faces... Besides the point. “Hey, I'm Moriko. What's your name?” She asks softly, gently, hoping that she wouldn't scare the poor boy.

 

The King cocks his head slightly, but also waits for the boy to respond however he pleased.

[WolfDog12]

The wolf backed up a little more, lowering himself on the bed and wrapping his tail around himself defensively. She still hadn't said anything about the sheets and that made him a little more nervous waiting to be yelled at. The self introduction was nice but it said to Okami that she wasn't shy enough not to say something. He glanced at the sheets again then back at Drakon with a low wine. He whimpered quietly before he fell silent again trying to find an answer to Moriko's question.

 

It took a long time but the small wolf replied with a choked, "Okami." He seemed to be taking in deep breaths through his nose to pick up more scents of the room, Moriko, and even Drakon who was right next to him. The anticipation of waiting to be yelled at was killing him so Okami decided to apologize as quickly as possible and change the subject. He took a deep breath in and before exhaling he said, "s-sorry…" in the same breath he looked towards the window and whispered "Where?"