Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Depression ❯ Kawauso ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Lobowolfen 
Twenty years into the future...if one could look that far into the future, what do you think they'd see? Money? Fame? Youth? Well, in one beasts case, there is death, hate and sorrow. Care to journey into the life of another? Here, a life is explained...death, hate and sorrow...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.27.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 878 | Visits: 383 | Status: Completed
Twenty years into the future...if one could look that far into the future, what do you think they'd see? Money? Fame? Youth? Well, in one beasts case, there is death, hate and sorrow. Care to journey into the life of another? Here, a life is explained...death, hate and sorrow...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.27.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 878 | Visits: 383 | Status: Completed
Kawauso
Berg was dashing through the wooded area, ears flicking and eyes pinching closed everytime something scrapped against her. The mahogany furred otter would skid to a halt as she left the woods and came upon a steep incline of earth, sharp rocks littering the bottem. Her tight sports bra-looking shirt fit her greatly, though it had been cut by twigs and branches and such. Unlike her youngerself, the older otter was now thin and slightly resembled a ferret. Baggy black cargo pants drapped down from her hips down, then tied off around her ankels. Her thick, dangerous rudder tail was coming through a hole that was cut in the top of her pants and swaying an inch from the ground. The barking of dogs caused her completely black eyes to swivle and look back at the woods. Humans. They were being led by eight German Shepards towards her.
"Damn.." she hissed. She was caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Don't Move!" came the voice of a man from the foliage. "You have the right to remain silent on the accounts of first degree murder and the obduction of one mithril dagger from the museum of Ancient Weaponry! Return the obducted item or I shall be forced to use aggression."
Berg grins at this statement. She holds up a dagger and examines it. The hilt was just a modern leather hilt, nothing special, but the blade was something different. A glimering, silver colored sharpened stone was fastened securly onto the hilt. It shone in the light as the otter examined it. Some blood stains were evident.
"I repeat! Return the dagger and turn yourself in, or we shell need to use unnessisary force!" he was surprised to hear insane laughter greeting his order.
"You males...alla same. Think you can order a beast around..hahaaa! Pathetic!" That is the reason she had killed her husband. Murdered him. Slit his throat while he was doing what men do for pleasure. He had hurt her, and in return she gave him a quick and painless death. She still could remember the wonderful look of a shocked pain that was frozen on his face, the the sudden faltering of his grip..and the inevitably thud of when his warm body hit the cold wooden floor all brought a sly, sadistic smirk to her face. Her smirk was replaced by a frown when she heard human footsteps come closer. She tossed the daager in the air and caught it deftly by the blade and stared at the foliage.
"Miss Berg.."a female voice cooed soothingly from inside the foliage. "Come over here and we'll sort this out..there is no need to become hostile..." A trick, Berg though immidiatly. She backed up even further, causing small pebbles to break from the main wall and tumble down. Suddenly there was a snap of tight fabric and a German Shepard is rushing at her. She holds up her claws, attempting to fend it off, but only comes to the inevitable conclusion.
The last the the otter would remember is falling off the cliff...backwards at that. Falling...falling..eyes closing and dagger held loosly...thoughts of death entered her at that moment.Her death would be a lingering one..excrutiating...unlike the one she gave her mate..She would imagine it now. Her broken and bruised body laying strewn over the sharp rocks at the bottem of the canyon-like thing..looking dead, but living...oh, not as close to death as somewould think..a few moments later she would be impaled and broken along the rocks..but that never came. The pain had never come. Maybe she had died painlessly...? No...She felt claws..powerful claws...she felt the warm, muscled arms of a creature circling her and holding her tight. The familiar grasp that belonged to a beast that the otter had thought long dead...
Lobowolf....
The grip began to release the otter. "No!" she cried, not wanting her childhood companion to leave her in the clutches of those..those..humans.
"Lobo! Don't leave!..Please..." but the pleads fell upon deaf ears, for the learge beast had been swallowed by the shadows once more. the otter opened her eyes slowly a few minutes later. She was sitting on a flat, sun warmed rock about nine feet off the ground. Only then did she notice that she was crying. Only then did she notice the strange mark left on her left hand...and only then did she relise..that..after a long sleep...the visious man hater of her childhood imagination...the most fierce of the nine Oblivion gods...the mother to so many, but none at all...had returned.
Lobowolf Silvermoon had returned.
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Berg: Whoa O.o strange. so..thats what I am going to be like when I grow up?! Wiered.....O.O
Lobowolf: Wiered fer you maybe..but even more for me. O.o Whoa...
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Berg was dashing through the wooded area, ears flicking and eyes pinching closed everytime something scrapped against her. The mahogany furred otter would skid to a halt as she left the woods and came upon a steep incline of earth, sharp rocks littering the bottem. Her tight sports bra-looking shirt fit her greatly, though it had been cut by twigs and branches and such. Unlike her youngerself, the older otter was now thin and slightly resembled a ferret. Baggy black cargo pants drapped down from her hips down, then tied off around her ankels. Her thick, dangerous rudder tail was coming through a hole that was cut in the top of her pants and swaying an inch from the ground. The barking of dogs caused her completely black eyes to swivle and look back at the woods. Humans. They were being led by eight German Shepards towards her.
"Damn.." she hissed. She was caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Don't Move!" came the voice of a man from the foliage. "You have the right to remain silent on the accounts of first degree murder and the obduction of one mithril dagger from the museum of Ancient Weaponry! Return the obducted item or I shall be forced to use aggression."
Berg grins at this statement. She holds up a dagger and examines it. The hilt was just a modern leather hilt, nothing special, but the blade was something different. A glimering, silver colored sharpened stone was fastened securly onto the hilt. It shone in the light as the otter examined it. Some blood stains were evident.
"I repeat! Return the dagger and turn yourself in, or we shell need to use unnessisary force!" he was surprised to hear insane laughter greeting his order.
"You males...alla same. Think you can order a beast around..hahaaa! Pathetic!" That is the reason she had killed her husband. Murdered him. Slit his throat while he was doing what men do for pleasure. He had hurt her, and in return she gave him a quick and painless death. She still could remember the wonderful look of a shocked pain that was frozen on his face, the the sudden faltering of his grip..and the inevitably thud of when his warm body hit the cold wooden floor all brought a sly, sadistic smirk to her face. Her smirk was replaced by a frown when she heard human footsteps come closer. She tossed the daager in the air and caught it deftly by the blade and stared at the foliage.
"Miss Berg.."a female voice cooed soothingly from inside the foliage. "Come over here and we'll sort this out..there is no need to become hostile..." A trick, Berg though immidiatly. She backed up even further, causing small pebbles to break from the main wall and tumble down. Suddenly there was a snap of tight fabric and a German Shepard is rushing at her. She holds up her claws, attempting to fend it off, but only comes to the inevitable conclusion.
The last the the otter would remember is falling off the cliff...backwards at that. Falling...falling..eyes closing and dagger held loosly...thoughts of death entered her at that moment.Her death would be a lingering one..excrutiating...unlike the one she gave her mate..She would imagine it now. Her broken and bruised body laying strewn over the sharp rocks at the bottem of the canyon-like thing..looking dead, but living...oh, not as close to death as somewould think..a few moments later she would be impaled and broken along the rocks..but that never came. The pain had never come. Maybe she had died painlessly...? No...She felt claws..powerful claws...she felt the warm, muscled arms of a creature circling her and holding her tight. The familiar grasp that belonged to a beast that the otter had thought long dead...
Lobowolf....
The grip began to release the otter. "No!" she cried, not wanting her childhood companion to leave her in the clutches of those..those..humans.
"Lobo! Don't leave!..Please..." but the pleads fell upon deaf ears, for the learge beast had been swallowed by the shadows once more. the otter opened her eyes slowly a few minutes later. She was sitting on a flat, sun warmed rock about nine feet off the ground. Only then did she notice that she was crying. Only then did she notice the strange mark left on her left hand...and only then did she relise..that..after a long sleep...the visious man hater of her childhood imagination...the most fierce of the nine Oblivion gods...the mother to so many, but none at all...had returned.
Lobowolf Silvermoon had returned.
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Berg: Whoa O.o strange. so..thats what I am going to be like when I grow up?! Wiered.....O.O
Lobowolf: Wiered fer you maybe..but even more for me. O.o Whoa...
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