tears of the wolf (original version)

Tears of the Wolf

Shinigamiinochi

Author’s Note: Lately, I’ve been going through all of my old
fanfiction and I came across this one that I wrote
three years ago. It’s an AU, so you don’t have to be at all familiar with Roar
to get what’s going on. Werewolves have always been my favorite monsters and,
if anyone’s interested, I have a Gundam Wing version
of this fic around here somewhere. Tears of the Wolf
will probably be made into an original fiction as that’s what I had in mind
when I wrote it. This fic contains rape and angst and
I’ll throw in some lemon when I get around to writing more. This version is a
work in progress while the Gundam Wing one is
finished, but I have written a bit of this one.

Pairings: Okami x class=SpellE>Toura, Sen x
Toura (NCS)

Warnings: Werewolves, blood, NCS, language, angst, AU,
fantasy, switching POV.

Rating: NC-17, some of the chapters are tame, but others not
so much, so I’m just going to rate it this way

Prologue (Toura’s POV)

            I have
always loved to run, even as a human. IT isn’t about the speed, it’s about
escape. Because, when I run as fast as I can now, nothing can touch me, not
even the pain of memory. As the wind whips through my fur, even tears are long
forgotten. The forest around me fades into subtle tones of green and brown. I
run so fast, my feet cannot feel the chill of the snow, nor
the light scratches of branches against my flank. It is lonely, but freedom
often is. I run alone, but soon the fear of it leaves me. I wonder, am I truly ‘free’?
The forest and wind sing around me, and I forget all of myself. But, I can’t
run forever, and as soon as I stop, it is impossible to keep on pretending.

            As I stop,
I look up at the sky above me, but only the moon shines down, even the stars
refuse to grace me with their light. The moon, heaven’s graveyard, shines its
cold light upon the forest. I am alone, yet when I look at this moon, somehow,
I don’t feel quite so lonely…

End Prologue