Lost and Forgotten

[scotsman]

Where am I? the white wolf asked himself. He had been traveling for what seemed like days trying to get away from what was left of his pack. When his father, the alpha, was killed while hunting the argument arose as to who would take his place, in the end the argument only led to bloodshed. Before he could be pulled into the engagement he ran knowing all too well what would happen should he fight.


He stopped at the bank of the large river he had been following, remembering the last time he had fought. He shook his head as trying to rid himself of the memories. His white colored eyes darted over to the slow moving water next to him. As soon as he really noticed the water he realized he had not had any water since the morning and realized how thirsty he really was.


I really should stop getting lost in my thoughts. He said to himself half chuckling at the thought. He took the few steps between him and the river then began lapping up the cool water. As the water rushed to his empty stomach it made a cold tingling sensation go down his spine. After drinking his fill he dipped his paws in the water. With all the walking he had done it felt nice to finally relax and soak his paws. The cool waters felt good against his worn paws.


As the waters slowly rushed by he began to feel happy again if only for a bit. As the happiness returned to him he felt his fur began to change. What was once white now shifted into a bright golden yellow. As the fur change it felt as if his body was energized. He closed his eyes and as he opened them they turned the same bright golden yellow that his fur had turned to.I forgot what this felt like. He smiled to himself as he thought this, it had been a long time since he had felt happy. He stayed there for a while enjoying the water and the energy he now felt.

[The Kitten Gavroche]

Large calico wings carried the smallish male through the pale blue skies above a river. How long had it been since he left the lands of Caelum? There was a bit of a saddened look on the brute's face as he remembered the lands of his birth.

Since Gavroche was young his life had been one of distance and loneliness. His mother, Keno, favored his older brother over him... as well as shunned him for the mutation he was born with. To the she-wolf Gavroche reminded her of her father, Krishna, a cold hearted brute whom had raped her mother.

But it wasn't like Gavroche had chosen to be born with wings... to have his mother leave him and his brother... The brute let out a soft sigh. Rust had drowned shortly after their mother left them. He had been born weak and was unable to cross the river safely. Gav tried to save him but the current was simply too strong for the calico brute.

After that, at barely eight months old, the young male began to wander the lands of his birth. He met many strange wolves... as well as some with wings like himself. But these wolves were not as light hearted as he was... no... their hearts were full of the cruelest of intentions.

Light green eyes of the wolf scanned the river below, searching for the first sign of another wolf. He had been traveling for days now and had no idea what land he had crossed into. His heart was growing weary of this constant travel... and Gavroche was determined to find a pack here, or at least another wolf to live with for company.

Soon Gavroche spotted such a wolf. He was brightly colored, though that wasn't unusual for Gavroche to see. Wolves of Caelum often had odd colors so this was nothing new to the male. He banked to his left, easing down towards the river. The other wolf was only about ankle deep within it so it wouldn't be too hard to land.

As usual though Gavroche's landing wasn't the greatest. He was a self taught flyer and often stumbled whenever he came in for a landing. He was a few wolf lengths away from the stranger as he lifted his head, a gentle smile on his face. "Hello there. Sorry if I startled you... could you please tell me the name of this land?"