Flight to Paradise
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain or it's characters. Just my OC.
Summary: Kiba and the gang find a young she-wolf trying to escape her tortured life. Part of an abusive wolf pack, she wants to be free more than anything. Can they help her?
'I hate them...' Her thoughts were full of hate and rage as was her heart. She had the right to reserve those eternal feelings. 'I hate them all...' Twenty feet away, the wolf pack frenzied around the feast that had been brought to them. Snarling and snapping at each other, they greedily ate the meat placed before them. However, she wasn't allowed to eat with the pack. Worthless. That's what they called her. An outcast. Shunned by everyone and everything she used to love. Only until the pack was finished would she be allowed to eat what was left, and usually that was little.
Everyday was torture. Many times she tried to run away, but everytime she failed. And everytime she was brought back, she was beat unmercifully to the point of death. Yet he let her live. Why? Why didn't he simply kill her? What was the point of living if she had nothing to live for? She hated them. All of them. Her own kind. Wolves.
From a human's point of view, she merely looked like a young teenage girl who'd lived on the streets most her life. Her clothes were ragged, dirty, not fit for any use. A pair of ragged old jeans, a torn short, and a frayed jacket. Her shoes were boots that were brand-new since there were none to be found abandoned anywhere. It didn't matter what condition her clothes were in. All that she cared about was escaping.
"Kiyoi, get your worthless ass over here. It's time for you share." A huge bronze colored wolf called to her. His green eyes stared cooly at her, demanding her to come over. Slowly, she walked towards him and found only half a pound of meat waiting for her. She glared at the meat then shifted her gaze to wolf. "Well, go on. Eat. It's more than you get five days ago." She felt her hatred for the wolf burning inside of her. Instead of eating the meat, she swiped at it with her paw, sending it straight into the wolf's face.
"Burn in hell!" She ran the opposite direction, towards the door of the warehouse, hopefullly to freedom. Almost there. Several wolves jumped in front of her only exit, baring their fangs. They drove her back. A sudden pain shot through her body. The bronze wolf, now in his human state, had kicked as hard as he could in her stomach. He kicked her again and again, breaking several bones, including four ribs. After a moment or so, he walked away, closing the door. Kiyoi laid there, trembling, blood trickling out of her mouth. Once again, he'd causd internal bleeding, but that would heal in a few days. 'I will escape, Gentaru, and when I do, I'll make sure you suffer a slow and painful death.' She fell into blackness, slipping into unconciousness.
(Sorry for it to be so short, but I could think of nothing else to put on it.)