storm within my mind

[shay]

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone sins
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold


-All American Rejects

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The sky above churned mightily, angered by the strong winds and dark clouds. The air itself was tense, nervous, waiting upon edge for the coming storm. The animals knew it was coming, for they had all jumped into there many hiding places, knowing that if they did not move, they would get wet. The storm that had been building all day was almost upon them, and it was a big one.

But Shay ignored this all. No storm upon the earth could match the one raging within her own soul. It reached deep down within her, churning her emotions, medaling with her senses, blurring her mind, till she could barely keep anything straight. She wanted it out, how badly she had wanted it gone. She had ran herself senseless, had not slept, ate, or drank in days. And yet it was still there, slowly killing her inside.

Shay moved one small, pale hand to the edge of the pillar she was perched upon, and gripped it tightly. The edge was sharp and jagged, so the stone easily cut through her skin, causing blood to spill upon the white stone. But Shay did not feel the pain, or at least recognize the new pain. She was so filled with pain, she could barely remember any other senses.

So much pain. A small voice said inside her head. What could possibly cause such a storm within a once happy child's heart? Shay gritted her teeth, and moved her other hand to her forehead, resting her elbow on her knee as she sat Indian stile. Her blue eyes churned with the the storm above her and within her. They were filled with so many emotions, but none of them happy. That voice, it had come with the storm. For days it had been mocking her. It fed on her now many angers and fears, it was growing ever stronger.

You know who caused such pain, dear girl. The voice said within her head. Don't deny it. Shay let out a growl, her hand on her head forming into a fist, clutching a handful of her shiny silver hair. "Shut up." She whispered to herself, a habit she had formed for the last couple of days. Talking to yourself again, I see. The voice said. Clearly you are going insane. But it does not matter, you know that.

The hand on the pillar clutched tighter, making more blood pour from the wound. It trickled down the stone, leaving a deep red mark. It does not matter because he is no longer looking for you. The voice continued inside Shay's head. Why would he, anyways. The only reason he was brought into you life was to rip up the happiness you had created with that mutt and his mate. He was the one who ruined it all, isn't it.

"I said shut up." Shay growled, but her voice was shaky, she was once again falling into the trap her mind had set for her. Or maybe it was that mutt who ruined it all. He was the one who kept all those secrets from you, murder. He was the one who did not tell you about killing all those men, woman and children. He was the one who then told the boy.

A whimper escaped Shay's lips, and she brought her other hand to clutch her head, getting blood all over her face and in her hair. But we both know who is really to blame here. Its you. Its all your fault. All your fault your like this. Its all your fault your parents are dead, and anyone who meets you can never be happy. All your fault, all your fault.

"Stop it." Shay cried, as the first of the thunder rumbled up above. A second later, a bolt of lighting cracked, illuminating the area like a eerie beacon. The rain started, coming down in great sheets, and soon everything was wet. Shay sat through it all, her hands on her head, blood covering her face, lost in her own misery. It was her fault, all her fault.

[stray]

Both man and wolf sprinted through the all four territories. He had left the two surrogate parents to fend for themselves, knowing with their old age came great wisdom. Being recently healed, he found new energy, along with a new emotion to be his inspiration. He hadn't stopped running unless to search for her scent. Stray felt something burning inside of him, a fury, that kept on building. It wasn't the sort of fury that made him want to scream or attack, but the same feeling he felt when he had seen that eskimo girl get hurt. It was his duty, his calling, he had to do something.

Jumping over a large log he noticed the lightning in the sky. This was bad, her scent would surely be washed away if he didn't hurry. Picking up the speed, his claws dug into the ground and continued to launch his body forward, so fast, it looked like he was soaring along the grass.

"Will my voice reach you?
I couldn't say those overflowing feelings for you
I want to be the sky for you
even enveloping all of your pains
whenever I look up, I want to feel
that I'm not alone even if I'm far away
let there be a place I can return to"[/b]

They could not run away from their pasts, no, they could not. With no past there was no hope for a future. Stray had made his mistakes, and she had made hers. Blood, his wolf senses picked it up. It was fresh, extremely fresh, and belonged to a female. His heart sank, it was his Shay's, he could feel it in his trembling heart. Then the rain came down.

'No! I have to find her, I have to find her!'

"SHAY! SHAY WHERE ARE YOU?"

Then he found her, sitting atop a pillar, with her hands against her head. The blood was screaming from her wound on her right hand. His eyes widened, pupils dilating. Something down, in his very essence, was screaming to help her. The pillar wasn't big enough for the two of them to sit on, no, he couldn't get remotely close. Switching into a human, he found a pillar knocked over beside hers. He ran to it and jumped up, cuffing his hands around his pale lips, "Shay, please! I'm right here! I want to help you Shay! I'll do ANYTHING!"

She wouldn't be able to sniff it out in the rain, but he had miserable tears in his eyes. He felt so helpless, he couldn't help her, the one he...the one he loved. There, he had said it. "Shay! Let me help you Shay!" His voice was being drowned out by the wind but he continued to fight it, "Please Shay, I love you, please let me help!"

When he thought all was helpless he tilted his head back and howled into the night, and promised himself he would not stop until his body died.

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[shay]

Shay barley noticed anything. She didn't notice the lightening, the thunder, the rain. It was so easy to ignore it all, and become lost in her own misery. Its all your fault. The voice said, mocking her. Shay tensed, small shivers passing up and down her body. Why would he ever come looking for you?

Why would he ever come looking for her? She had caused him nothing but trouble. The rain poured down upon her, drenching her, making her long, silver hair cling to her face and body. Her clothes did little to protect her, and she found herself shivering from the coldness and her own emotions. He would never come looking for her, he probably wanted nothing to do with her....

"Shay, please! I'm right here! I want to help you Shay! I'll do ANYTHING!"

The voice broke through Shay's pain, making her open her eyes and glance up. No, no it couldn't be. What the hell. The voice said, just as surprised. He actually came, but why? Why would he come looking for her. No good will come of it. The voice said. He will just hurt you. Or worse, you'll hurt him. Shay pulled back farther into herself. If she went to him, she would only hurt him. Shay couldn't hurt someone again.

"Please Shay, I love you, please let me help!"

What? What?! Love, he loved her, after all this, he still loved her. Slowly Shay lifted her head to look at him, a disbelieving look traced across her face. She could no see the pain on his face, the worry in his eyes. He had been worried about her. He just scared because he is so close to a murder. The voice said, but Shay ignored it this time.

A look of desperation crossed his face, and he turned his head to the sky, letting out a howl. The sound was eerie, flowing through Shay like a great wave. It seemed to carry all her feelings away for one minute, enough time for her to make a choice. She could leave, or stay, with him. Shay did not move from her pillar, she just sat there, staring at him.

Then, she found herself jumping off the pillar, landing amazingly easily on the wet ground below. Her body swayed a little with fatigue, but she was able to keep her feet and straighten up. She placed one hand on the pillar for support, and turned her head toward were he was sitting. Her emotions were still racing inside her, but Shay did know one thing. She could not be away from him, she needed him.

"Stray?" Shay said quietly, suddenly unsure of what to call him. She had never really checked to see if he like being called the name she gave him. He had once told her that he was not Alan, not yet at least. But the name felt strange on her tongue. He had never really been Stray to her. He had always been a kind, brave, sensitive person to Shay that she had needed in her life.

Finally, louder this time, she shouted. "Alan!"

[stray]

Shay had called his name, well, both of them, but is was Alan that he had heard. She had called to him over the storm, he tilting his muzzle down from the sky, to look at her. He was drenched in water, the beads dripping off of his face and his chocolate locks. Jumping from the pillar he ran up to her and encompassed her in an embrace. His right hand cuffed the back of her head, weaving into the silver locks, the other hand wrapping around her waist bringing their bodies as close as they could be.

At first he couldn't say anything, he just wanted to feel her. Shay was so cold and wet, but he wanted to keep her close to him. STray had decided that he'd never let her out of his sight, he'd protect her. He wanted to protect her and take care of her, not let someone be hurt like that little girl had been. His face was buried in the arc of her neck, his warm breath tickling the sensative skin. Maybe it was like a whimper, but he was stifling back his overwhelmed feelings, panting slightly, with a cough, mixed together might've sounded like a muffled sob.

"Oh god, I thought I had lost you," he told her sweetly, rubbing her back with his hand. "I'm sorry Shay, I'm really sorry. I thought that...knowing the truth...would've been better than living in a world of lies. I'd give anything to know what happened in my past, I thought you would've too. I'm sorry, I really am."

Stray squeezed her gently and inhaled her beautiful scent. The blood was all but being ignored for a little while, she still had her beautiful essence. Even if it was being drowned by tears and pain, it still existed. His pale lips pecked at the arc, he being so overwhelmed and relieved to see her. Stray knew Shay was strong, but had assumed the worse, his greatest fear of being abandoned, especially by someone he had given his heart to.

"I know your hand's injured, and I promise I'll fix it in a minute," Stray whispered in her ear. "But I just want to hold you, for a little while longer." His hand around her head slipped to her back and he squeezed her again gently, "How funny, I just saved my beautiful savior."

[shay]

As Alan embraced her she felt her arms go around his waist, to grip tightly behind him, pressing her body closely to hers. She rested her head on his shoulder, finding warmth in his mere touch of his skin. His whole body was warming her, Shay had not realized how cold and wet she was, how good it felt to be held. She clutched him tightly to her, loving the feeling of his fingers in her hair, and his hand stroking her back.

"Oh god, I thought I had lost you,"

Shay couldn't help but be surprised. He had been worried about her, terrified at the thought of losing her. She then heard something in her ear, was he crying? Sobbing at the thought of them being separated. After she had kissed him, Shay was sure that he did not want her like that. Friends maybe, as strong as a bond that she, Firestorm and Brakenfur had. But not love, surely no one could love her like Shay felt tears come to her own eyes, mixing with the rain on her face as they poured silently from her eyes.

"I'm sorry Shay, I'm really sorry. I thought that...knowing the truth...would've been better than living in a world of lies. I'd give anything to know what happened in my past, I thought you would've too. I'm sorry, I really am."

At those words Shay let out a sob as she buried her face in his face. "Oh Alan." She sobbed. "Its not your fault, it was never your fault. You are right, I should have known the truth a long time ago. But, I was so scared of the past, and I was just so worried what you would think of me. I...I killed people. I'm a murder. And I just didn't kill those men. I killed there families; there wives, there sons, there daughters. One had a little baby, so young it couldn't even crawl. But I killed her to."

Shay could keep talking, she was sobbing to hard. Her legs were so shaky, she was having trouble standing. She had ran from those thoughts for so long, to long, and now she was so tired.

[stray]

Stray didn't ask her to stop crying, no, she could cry for all eternity if she needed it. He'd stay here, and just be with her. His own eyes were tired and now red, he squeezed her gently as she continued to cry and rant. He could feel her legs weakening, unable to support her light weight. Though he had very little energy left, the hand on her back dipped down to the back of her knees, and in one quick twist, she was in her arms like a bride. He ruffled her a little, just trying to make sure she would be comfortable.

"Let's get you a place to stay warm, okay?"

Stray took off down a muddy path, his legs sinking in the mud from time to time. There was a new determination in his eyes, something in his beast demanding he get her to safety, and watch over her continuously. The rain was still pouring, but lightening up with each moment that went by. "You know, the last master I had, he was chief of this Eskimo village. They never saw rain, only snow."

He climbed over a rock and looked around for a cave. "There was a young little girl, my little Eskimo girl. When I was leaving the village, she came after me. She called me Mister Doggy, because when I walk, I leave two sets of footprints. Not many people can see me as the wolf, because they have given up their connections with nature. But this little girl could see me. I was so afraid she'd expose me I ran away from her."

A frown fell onto his face as beads of sweat started to appear on his face, only to be washed away by the rain. "And then, I heard a scream." Stray saw an opening up ahead, and let a sigh of relief wash over him. "This little girl, she had been attacked by a panther demon. I was so furious, so angry, that I ran and killed that panther, that's where my wound came from. Still, I looked down at that little Eskimo girl, and she told me I was pretty. Holding up a tattered white glove, she cried, not in pain, but because her gift from her father had been ruined. She died."

He bent down, still carrying her, crouching and shuffling underneath a fallen pillar. "Shay, I have to believe that, we've all made our mistakes. You feel guilty for your actions, and I feel guilty for not taking action. I could have protected that girl, and I chose to be a coward and run away. That place was a home, and I left only because of my fear."

Stray scurried deep into the cave he had found and sighed, and leaned up against the cave wall. He was panting heavily, the long run and carrying her took a tole on the wolf who had only just been healed. His mouth was dry, and he took slow breathes. When he felt a little better, he tilted his eyes down to meet hers. He spread his legs so his knee so her weight was not on his chest. He pulled off his wet brown jacket, unzipping and casting it to the side. Next he pulled off his white t-shirt, which was dry, it had been hidden beneath the jacket.

"Here," he held the shirt out for her. "You take those wet clothes off and put this dry one on." Stray shifted his weight to the side and slid down toward the mouth of the cave, but not before grabbing his jacket, and then sat facing outside and watching the storm. It was an understanding that he wouldn't look at her, blush already on his cheeks thinking of the cruel accusations she might tease. He shook his head much like a dog, getting the extra water of of him. His hair fell back onto his face and neck and he sighed. His azure eyes gazed out at the scenery. It might take a while for Brakenfur and Firestorm to find them. His emaciated frame might seem pathetic to her, in this light.

Stray sat Indian-style and closed his eyes to re-cooperate. With the jacket in his hand, he started to rip off the left sleeve. She was going to need a cloth to take care of her hand. Even if he had no medicinal herbs, he could at least make a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

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[shay]

Shay felt herself being lifted off the feet and into his arms. He was careful, as always, to make sure she was comfortable, before starting off thought the rain. Shay was content enough to simply sit in his arms, pulling herself close to his chest, hearing his heart beat.

His story. It was so sad, just like her story. To not be able to protect the ones you love, Shay knew how that felt. It must have eaten him up inside for so long. That was why he was always blaming himself, saying he was a coward, weak, when Shay knew he was not. Shay knew from experience how easy it was to drown in those feelings of sorrow, anger and hate. How easy it was to let them take over. She pulled herself closer to Alan, feeling something she felt the first time she had seen him injured. She needed to help him, somehow, she would find a way.

When they reached shelter, Alan put her down, and offered her his dry shirt. He was right, she needed to get out of these wet clothes, she was going to get sick. He slipped over to the entrance of there shelter, and Shay quickly stripped from her clothing and into the shirt. She trusted Alan not to look, he was better then that. When she had the shirt on, she found that it covered he well enough, though it came right about to the middle of her thigh, showing off long, slender legs. But that did not matter, it would do for now.

She walked over to Alan and sat down next to him. Her silver white hair covered her face slightly, covering it partly in shadow as she stared intently at him. Her blue eyes no longer held the look of pain or anger they had, but they were not yet that crystal blue they had once been. Slowly she reached out and brushed his bangs from his face, letting her fingers trail lightly over his skin. You should keep your hair back more. She said quietly. I like to be able to see your eyes. She crept closer to him until she was leaning on his shoulder, still staring at his face. Her hand was still brushing his face lightly, outlining the curve of his face, his neck, collar bone, till cupping his cheek like he had sometimes done to her.

"Alan, I am happy that you trusted me with your story." She said quietly. "But there is still one thing I do not get. You seem to have it in you head that you are a coward, weak, whatever you want to call it. But I know your not, just like that little girl did. I was not there myself, but by the sounds of it, the girl did not blame you for her death, she knew it was not your fault. There was nothing that could be done, it was fate, as Midnight and Firestorm say. And even if that does not help you, if you think you are still a coward, then think about this. You fought the panther demon, when you could have run. You helped me when I was ill, when you should have been worried about yourself. You came to find me, when I need you most."

She smiled softly at him, a small spark coming to her eyes, like they used to when she smiled. "That does not sound like a coward to me."

[stray]

Stray wrapped his arm around Shay's petite frame and tugged her close to him. His bare chest rose and fell gently, his body finally falling back into a calm disposition, except for the excitement Shay stirred in him. As much as what she said held truth, Stray couldn't help but shake his head lightly.

His cerulean eyes looked back out into the storm, lost in peaceful thought, not noticing his fingers stroking her side lightly through his thin white shirt. It tugged at her curves, accentuating her already marvelous figure. Stray tried not to look at her, afraid she'd hold him spellbound. There was a faint line of blush on his cheeks, her caresses always did that to him. He whimpered lightly at her touch, wanting her to explore every inch of his exposed skin. Shay's touch sent little shocks through his body, and he nuzzled her hand lightly while still watching the storm outside.

"I hope your parents are all right. I'm sure they are...." Stray wandered off in thought. "I left Firestorm at the lake, calling upon the moon to help him out. A lady told me that I was running from my fate, but I never knew what it was, so I felt like, I was a coward. I'm not sure."

He smirked and tilted his head to stare at her with fond eyes, not lustful. "You know why I'm a coward?" He turned and pulled Shay onto his lap so she faced him, "Because when you kissed me I panicked and didn't know what to do. THen you ran off before I could do a darn thing." Stray stroked the side of her face with the back of his hand. "All I wanted to do was this---" he pressed his lips against her's gently, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close so she was practically straddling him. Stray pulled away and pecked her forehead kindly, then dipped his head down to whisper in her ear after nibbling on the lobe experimentally, "I wanted to do that, forever."

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[shay]

Shay felt her senses go crazy as Alan brought his lips to hers. The feeling sent warmth from his mouth though out her entire body, making her breath go short. She found herself wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to her as she kissed him back. When he broke the kiss, Shay let out a small whimper of disappointment, wanting him to continue. She smiled at him, the smile she only gave to him. Her blue eyes glittered slightly, like the first rays of sun peaking through the clouds of a bad sun.

"I have been waiting forever for you to do that." Shay said playfully, lightly stroking the back of Alan's neck. "And don't worry about my parents. I am more worried about whatever messes with them then anything else. They will find us after the storm is done, and then we will all be together again." The thought of her wolf father brought a slight pang of sadness, the memory of what had happened between her and Firestorm was still fresh in her mind. She was worried about him, worried about what he thought about her. But with Alan right there, and the warmth of the kiss flooding through her pushed it out of the way. She would think about it later.

Slowly she brought one of her hands to Alan's chest, and began to trace the exposed muscles. "I see someone is well toned." She said, the playfulness still in her voice. Her touch was feather light as she traced the lines on his chest, moving her way up to the crook of his neck, then along his shoulder and collar bone. The truth was, Shay loved the reaction she got from Alan when she teased him like this, and did it every chance she got.

Outside the storm was drawing to a close. You could still here thunder in the distance, and every now and then a flash of lightening lite the sky, but it was far off in the distance. Shay let out a sigh, and leaned over and gave Alan a quick peck on the lips, easing her lips over his softly to tease him. "Come on." She finally said, standing up slowly. "We need rest, I know your as tired as I am." She grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, happy to know she no longer needed to worry about hurting his shoulder.

[stray]

His wolf tail would've been wagging happily. Stray was happy, very happy, that she was here with him. Her hands were all over him, in a good sort of way, and he couldn't help but moan softly at her stimulating touch. I see someone is well toned

He laughed, "I'll tell you my secrets to getting this toned, run until you fall, and starve yourself." It was cruel, but the honest truth about Stray's life before he met Miss Shay and the others. He was constantly running from one home to the next, and when he wasn't with someone, he was on the streets fending for himself. Her touch sent shivers all over, especially down below, but he tried to surpress it and just gaze into her darling eyes, trying to ignore the blush that was still on his face.

Stray was pulled to his feet, but he didn't let her walk away. Instead, he picked up the piece of his jacket he had ripped off and started to tie it around her wounds. Tying them and making small bows he kissed each of her palms and then took her hand gently. "I don't want those to get infected like my arm did," he told her softly, giving her hand a light squeeze.

Although they needed rest, Stray wrapped her up in a loose hug, with her back to his chest. His hands rested criss-crossed on her waist and he rested his chin against her shoulder. "By the way, you're quite a tease, and I think you're too cruel to me," he whined in a fake voice. "I'll find your weak point soon enough and maybe then I won't be the only one blushing around here!"

Picking her up like a bride once again, he carried her to the back of the cave where it was dry. There was some scattered grass from the last animal who had been here. Stray carefully laid her down on the ground, handing her his jacket, which she could make into a pillow if she chose to. He laid his bare back against the bottom of the cave, his hands behind his head, and stared at the cavern ceiling. "My mind is running, my body however, refuses to move. I'm feeling a little numb," he teased, closing his eyes.

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[shay]

Shay looked down at her hand, she had almost forgotten about the wound there. Heck, she could barely remember getting the cut. It was a deep cut that was still bleeding a little, though not as bad as it had been. She should have known Alan would have noticed it, from now on he would probably notice every cut and scrape she had, it wasn't a big deal to her. "I've had worse." She said simply, her mind flashing with the thought of the long scar on her back. Much worse.

"I'll find your weak point soon enough and maybe then I won't be the only one blushing around here!"

Shay stuck out her tongue playfully, leaning up against Alan, closing the space between them. She placed both her hands on his. "Its not my fault you blush all the time.Nice shade of red by the way." She replied, her tone mocking and playful. She found herself up off her feet, and being set down in some soft grass. As soon as she layed down, she felt much more drowsy, and the idea of closing her eyes sounded like a good idea. Rolling up the offered jacket, she placed underneath her head like a pillow, and layed her head down. She stared over at Alan, and couldn't suppress a small yawn.

"I can walk you know." She said sleepily, trying to glare at him, but she was to tired. "I don't need to be carried all the time." Another yawn, and Shay closed her eyes. "Tomorrow we should go hunting, and start searching for my parents. They will be looking for us to, the storm should be done by tomorrow morning." She wanted to talk some more, but she was way to tired, her mind was shutting down without being told to. As she drifted off, a small smile came over her face. "And if you want a weakness of mine. *yawn* Try a kiss." And with that she drifted off to sleep, her legs bent slightly, one hand under her pillow, the other resting by her face. Her hair fell over her like a light sheet, outlining her face and her closed eyes.

It felt good to sleep again.

[stray]

Stray couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he listened to Shay get ready for sleep. It was true, sure the girl could walk, probably even run faster than Stray, but he just loved the feeling of her in his arms. Shay was his angel, and he wanted to take care of her. When she teased him about the kiss, she rolled overly slightly to peck her forehead gently, "Just get some rest."

Soon enough, she was fast asleep. Stray however, was still lost in thought as he stared at the cavern's ceiling. Thunder boomed in the distance, and it was so frequent, it was practically a calming-white noise. He sighed a little and bent one knee, draping the other leg across it. Even though he was happy, something in him, was off. Maybe it was the idea of exposing his healing gift to them, whatever it was, he just wondered a little.

Stray had been alone for so long, maybe finally being with people made him a little nervous. He'd need a new jacket, that much he realized, it was rather off when it only had one sleeve. That jacket....Stray closed his eyes, falling back into a memory.

"Hey! Hey Stray!"

Stray turned around to see a girl, long violet hair, and beautiful violet eyes. "What?"

"Where are you going?" she asked, out of breath, holding her hands against her knees. "You're not leaving are you, you just got here yesterday!"

Stray ran his hand over the top of her head and laughed. "I've got to go, you knew that, Kilana. I told you, I needed a place to stay and a bite to eat for the day, and then I was off."

She pouted, "But where are you going? I mean, what's so important?"

Stray sat down on a bench and let her sit down beside him. There was something under her arms, wrapped up in a brown parchment. He sighed and stared at the sky, "I don't know where I'm going, Kilana. There's something that's telling me I've got to keep going. I know I haven't a clue what I'm searching for, but it just says, to keep searching, this little voice inside of me."

Kilana smiled and ruffled his hair, "You should just be grateful I'm the only psychic in this abandoned city, or your secret would've been out." Stray's eyes widened, staring at the ground. She smiled, "Don't worry Stray, I wouldn't tell on you. But here, you can't travel the world in a t-shirt and slacks." The package landed on his lap.

Opening it, he found the infamous brown jacket. "Wow, you're really too good to me. I mean, how long have you known me?"

"Sixteen hours and thirty four minutes," Kilana teased. She stood up and pecked his cheek, "Be careful Stray, there's a lot in you that has yet to be released."


"......Be careful."

His eyes shot open and he gasped as he sat up. He turned to Shay, finding she was still asleep. Kilana, had never said to be careful. No, he distinctly remembered the girl running off with a wave. Hand over his left eye, he panted lightly, and groaned when he felt an headache forming. Laying back down on the cold rock ground he rolled over and sighed.

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[shay]

Shay was surrounded by flames and smoke, making it difficult to breath. Her breath came short a ragged, her little body unable to take the stress. She could here shouts outside, then a big bang as something was pushed open. Suddenly she felt strong, familiar hands grab her and hold her close. "Don't worry child, I got you." The voice said quietly, his own breath coming short from the smoke. "We need to get out of here." Another voice, calm and soothing even here came to Shay's ears. She felt the man above her moving, and suddenly they were outside.

Shay gasped as the fresh air touched her face, cooling after the heat of the fire. She was thrown to the ground, were she lay coughing and panting. When she had her breath back, she got on her knees and looked around. In the distance, she could here howls, the pack was mourning a death, a very sad death. For a minute, Shay could not figure out who's death it was, then she turned around. There, in the light of the fire, were her parents bodies. Drunken voices shouted, they were coming closer.

They had killed her parents. Killed her parents!!! And they were going to kill her to......

"No!" Shay shouted, struggling to get away from the men in her dreams. Cold sweat drenched her body, making the shirt stick to her skin as she flailed around desperately, trying to get away. She could still smell the smoke, still feel the heat of the flames. They were going to get her, kill her like they had killed her parents. She opened her eyes, but her vision was blurry, all she could see was colors and shapes. The men, they were going to get her.

"Help me!" She shouted. She wanted someone to save her, anyone to save her from those men. Someone was there to help her, but she couldn't remember who. "Someone help, please!" Tears came to her eyes, and she laid on the ground, shaking in terror.

[stray]

Shay started screaming for help, Stray lept out of his skin. He rolled over to face her, watching his poor love struggle and shake with fear. Her eyes were opened, he noticed, but clouded with the haze left from the dream. He crawled over to her, holding his hands by the sides of her face. A sad frown was on his face, watching tears roll down her face. Leaning down lightly he pressed his lips to hers gently, and not for too long.

Putting his weight on one arm, his free hand started to stroke the side of her face, catching the tears. "Shay, I'm here to help you." Stray decided he would play along with her dream, let her ride it out, in case she did not immediately awake from it mentally. He pressed his legs against the sides of her thighs, to keep her from shaking too much.

Burrying his head against her neck, kissing it slowly, he started to whisper comforting words into her ear. He promised that he was here, and no one else. He promised to keep her safe, and stay by her side even when she slept, guaranteeing he'd slay any monster who haunted her. Shay's tremors were starting to slow, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Getting up off of her, he pulled her into his lap. He pushed her head gently to his chest, letting her ear fall to where his heart was. Stray was quiet, breathing slowly, hoping that maybe a steady sound like a heartbeat would calm her. He used to do that, listen to his master's heart, only when he was a tyke. Stray rubbed her back gently, continuing to whisper for her. "I'm right here..."

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Shay felt tremors go through her body as tears poured down her face. Her vision was blurred, half of her was still in her dream, half of her was in the real world. Images of the drunken men swam in front of her face, replaced by Alan kneeling over her, a look of worry on her face. She felt a light kiss on her lips, replaced by the heat of the flames, and the smell of smoke. Shay let out a whimper, she was having trouble escaping the dream again.

She heard someone whisper, like the leaves moving in the wind. For a moment, it blocked out the sounds of shouts and drunken laughter. She knew the voice, it was real, not some memory like this dream. She reached out a hand and clutched his arm, worried that he would leave. She let out another whimper as he picked her up, and cradled her in his arms. She could feel his warmth, hear his heartbeat, sense his calm breathing.

Shay closed her eyes tightly, then opened them again. Her vision was still blurry, but there were no more visions of fire or dead parents. The shouts were fading from her hearing, but they stilled echoed in her mind. She pulled herself close to Alan, trying to focus on his heartbeat. For a long couple of moments, she just simply sat there. Her tears finally came to a stop, and she was no longer shivering, even though she was still really pale and cold.

Finally, she looked up at Alan, her eyes bright from all the tears she had shed. As she stared at him, her eyes were pleading. She hated it, how every time she went to sleep, those dreams haunted her. Her parents, the fire, there deaths, and now those men were added to the dream. Soon everything would come back to her. Every night she would have to see herself kill once more. It was only a matter of time. She wanted them to stop, she wanted it to end, wanted it to be over. "Alan?" She whispered. "I-I can't take much more of this.....I can't."

She bit her lower lip, and laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart beating. Sleep no longer sounded welcoming, sleep sounded like torture...

[stray]

Stray could not help but be sympathetic for Shay. His dreams were the only sanctuary he had as a child, dreams of mythical things, where reality was not as cruel as when he was conscious. Continually running his hand up and down her back, he tilted his head up to stare at the ceiling, sighing inwardly. Stray wasn't sure what he could do to help her with the nightmares.

"When I was little, I lived with an Indian tribe for a while. The old man made me something called a dream catcher, where darkness was caught in the web, and the good dreams passed through. The dream catcher was like a spider's web, made of cow hide and things like that. It was really beauitful," he told her gently. "Maybe I can try and make one for you, I'm sure it won't be as great as an original, but I'll do my best." Stray pecked the crown of her head and hugged her tight. He wanted her to be happy, feel secure, in his less-than manly arms.

"been a long road to follow
been there and gone tomorrow
without saying goodbye to yesterday
are the memories I hold still valid?
or have the tears deluded them?
maybe this time tomorrow
the rain will cease to follow
and the mist will fade into one more today
something somewhere out there keeps calling
am I going home?
will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?
zero gravity what's it like?
am I alone?
is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet
still the road keeps on telling me to go on
something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all"

Once again, he found himself crooning for her. The last time he had, Shay had managed to find some peace within her mind. His cerulean eyes gazed down at her beautiful frame, watching her listen to his heart. Stray genuinely wanted to help this girl he loved so dearly. "I'll stay by your side, and if you have another nightmare I will be right here for you. I hate to say it, but you're going to need sleep. You cannot become an insomniac, Shay. We need our dreams." Stray kissed her head again and sighed, looking out into the storm. Firestorm....Brakenfur....I need your help...


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Shay looked up at Alan, listening to him tell her about this dream catcher thing. It sound interesting, like the magic in stories her mother used to tell her. Maybe it would work, maybe if she had a dream catcher it could catch all those bad dreams she seemed to have.

When Alan started to sing, Shay felt the drowsiness return once more. At first, she didn't want to fall asleep, but she then remembered that not all her dreams were bad, not all her nights were filled with nightmares. So she let her eyes close, her mind only barely aware of the song, in time with Alan's beating heart. Before she knew it, sleep took her.



She was standing near the bank of a large river, in a small clearing surrounded by trees that blocked out the rest of the world. Near the tree line, a large trunk had fallen on top of a boulder, creating a small den. The place smelled pine, old kill, water, and wolves. This place was familiar to Shay, very familiar. It was the place she had denned with Silver and Midnight for many years. But why was she here.

'So, you have been having those dreams again.' Shay swiveled around toward the voice, so kind, gentle, and familiar as the place. The wolf was tall, broad shouldered, and had a fur that was black as the night. His eyes were a dark, brownish green, with a bit silver when the light hit them just right. Sitting next to him was a silver fae, much smaller then her mate. Her own eyes were a icy blue, much lighter then her adopted pups.

"Silver. Midnight." Shay said in surprise. Like a doe she scampered over to both of them and wrapped them in a tight hug. Even there scent was familiar, a mixture of the pine from the forest, and doe, there favorite food. 'Hello daughter.' Silver said softly, when Shay finally let them go. 'We need to have a word with you.' Shay sat on her knees and stared at both of them, a confused look on her face. 'What did we tell about letting these dreams take you over.' Midnight said ruffly, a certain glint in his eye that told Shay that she was going to learn something.

"Don't." Shay said meekly. "But its so hard, not to let them scare me. Especially now with the added part about the men and the killing." Midnight nodded and Silver let out a sigh. 'We know, honey, but you need to fight it, we know you can. Your a strong girl, you always were.' Midnight nodded his head in agreement as his mate finished speaking. Shay let out a sigh, but she knew they were right. 'So,' Silver added, a small smirk appeared on her face. 'Who is this young man holding you in his arms?'

Shay couldn't help but blush as Midnight glared at her. 'I hope he's a good one, or I may just have to come back from the spirit world and give him a piece of my mind.' Shay laughed at this, knowing Midnight was half serous. 'Don't worry Midnight, Firestorm will watch him for you." She smiled at both of them. 'Don't worry honey.' Silver crooned softly to her pup. 'Firestorm and Brakenfur are not mad at you, were sure of that.'



Shay snuggled closer to Alan, a small smile forming on her face from her dream. At the entrance, Firestorm finally poked his head in, staring at the two young ones in the back. She asleep? Brakenfur asked quietly, standing next to her mate. When they saw that it was true, and that there pup was resting, they both crept in. There fur was sopping wet, and both were a little muddy from there run. The cut on Firestorm's face was gone, and he was now starring at Alan with a different look he usually did.

[stray]

Stray looked up when he heard Firestorm and Brakenfur enter. A wave of relief washed over him and he smiled. They were okay. He could even see that the wound on Firestorm's face had been removed. Stray was grateful he could help the surrogate father who had already done far more than he realized for Stray. Stray bowed his head and smiled.

"I'm sorry that I don't have a warm fire or food to welcome you after all you've been through," Stray whispered, trying not to wake up Shay. "She just fell asleep a couple of minutes ago."

Stray glanced down at Shay and smiled, she finally looked peaceful. His fingers stroked the side of her face as he looked back up at the surrogate parents. "I found her outside on one of the pillars. There's a wound on her hand, but with no body of water, I couldn't heal her. Instead I attended to her wound by ripping off my sleeve and wrapping it around it. It's only temporary, I'm sure we can find something later."

"I'm so grateful you both are here, I was afraid Shay would never fall asleep." Stray shook his head, "Let me rephrase that, I was more afraid she'd have another nightmare. By the looks of it she seems alright."

Stray then realized that Shay was wearing his t-shirt that draped at her midtigh. It also dawned on him that he was shirtless, and his love was now curled up against him. His face turned bright red and he shook his head. "Oh! It's not what it looks like! Honest! She's just sleeping. She was so upset when I found her outside, it looked like she was going through such a mental battle."


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Its good just to be out of the rain. Brakenfur whispered, sitting down with a sigh. We had to hide Shay's things when we got here, or else they would have gotten wet. Besides, it was slowing us down, having to carry her bow and pack. She gave a little shake, and bits of droplets fell out of her fur, along with some mud.

Shay has healing supplies, we'll get them in the morning. Firestorm added. He sank right to the floor, resting his head on both paws, staring over at Alan and his pup. Its good to see she is getting some sleep. Usually she just collects some lavender, to help her fall into a deeper sleep. But of course tonight I bet it slipped her mind.

Both wolves watched the boy turn a nice shade of red, and they exchanged knowing glances. They had had a lot of time to talk while they were searching, and the thought in the boys head was the main one they had been discussing. But still, it was pretty funny to watch the pup get all worried. A large smile appeared on Brakenfur's face, and Firestorm had to put a paw over his maw to stop himself from laughing.

Its alright pup, we know you would not take advantage of our daughter. Brakenfur said, for Firestorm was still trying very hard not to laugh. We trust you, Suddenly her face became very fierce, and she pulled back her mouth into a silent snarl, letting him see her razor teeth. And we know you know what would happen if you ever took advantage of our pup.

Firestorm was finally able to talk, and took his paw from his maw. Besides dear boy, we knew you hadn't done anything when we walked into the cave. You two defiantly don't smell like sex to me.

[stray]

Stray felt the color drain from his face. Those two parents were so cruel to the poor lad. He could see Firestorm surpressing his laughs, and Brakenfur taking the role of warning Stray of his actions. But of course, Firestorm's last reply had made him blush all over again. Stray hit his forehead, of course, wolves have extremely powerful noses.

"Gah, I'm so dumb," Stray mumbled under his breath, closing his eyes. "You two are cruel, you must've taken at least a decade from my life."

Stray tried to remind himself about the lavender the next time Shay would have issues sleeping. He felt like he had so many questions to ask them, but his jaw was unable to move. It was as if, in the presence of the two, he had lost the ability to speak. They both seemed rather tired, exhausted even, which was a feat for two parents like them.

"I'm glad to see you're okay Firestorm, I wasn't sure my gift would work if it wasn't my body in need of healing." Stray slowly lifted Shay from his grasp and put her down, head against his pillow/jacket. Dusting off his knees he stretched out his legs. "The rain is stopping, maybe it'd help if I tried to find food. If I'm lucky there will be some wood around to make a fire. I don't know, but I figure I should try."

Stray scratched behind his ear with his paw, having already instantly changing his shape. His white coat glowed against the darkness of the cave. Stretching he popped his spine slightly, wincing at the numb feeling in his shoulder. Do you two need anything?


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Firestorm yawned, stretching slightly to get into a more comfortable position. Yes, that interesting power of yours. I need to have a private word about that, once my mind is clear of fog of sleep. He rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes. I need nothing, nothing but sleep in a bit of peace. Though I think I will only get the first one, knowing my track recordBrakenfur to layed down next to Shay, who did not wake but snuggled closer. Come back soon. Brakenfur whispered. You must be tired as well. I don't want you getting sick or something, Shay would worry to much.

Brakenfur then layed her head down, and found herself closing her eyes. Shay didn't know what made her wake, the sleep had felt so pleasant. Her eyes just opened of her own occurred, meeting the sight of fur and the scent of wolf. For a moment, Shay was sure she was still dreaming. Then the scent made its way to her brain, and clicked something in her head. Firestorm and Brakenfur! She shot up in a instant, sleep suddenly pushed from her mind. She stared down at the two sleeping wolves for a moment, then turned to Alan.

"When did they get here?" She whispered, pushing a few strands of hair away from her face.

(Sorry this is so short)

[stray]

Stray sighed happily, seeing Shay wake up. Though she looked a little confused, at least she wasn't having a nightmare, or waking from one. His tail swished side to side in a happy wag. "They only just got here. They've been searching all night, so I'm letting them rest. He headed towards the mouth of the cave, taking one last look at Shay with a smile.

"You should stay here, and rest too. Just, relax a little, take some ease being in the company of parents that love you so dearly. I'll be back later.

Stray took off into the fields of grass, the storm now just a mere drizzle, that wasn't that annoying. Weaving through the grass, his nose was trying to find a scent. A lot of it was matted down by the storm, the smell of rain clouding everything. Leaping over a rock, his eyes found the fleeting sight of a small doe taking off into the forest. The wolf in him took control, eyes narrowing, bodying lowering into a fast agile run.
The two beasts collided, tumbling to the ground, hooves hitting his face, teeth finding flesh. Warm blood leaked into his mouth, almost startling. STray didn't usually hunt like this, and it shook his nerves as he watched the doe in front of him dying.

The Eskimo Girl took the doe's place, reaching out to touch his face. Yelping, he stumbled back, now a human, chest heaving. Saggy brown bangs covered most of his eyes as he leaned back against the ground, sighing, the smell of blood so fresh. Still shirtless, he stood, and slung the doe over his shoulder. The food would be good for the tired wolves, and his Shay. The blood dripped down his pale chest, making him slightly nauceous.

Trudging back through the forest towards the fields he sighed, turning azure eyes to the sky. "I wonder if I'm like the panther, killing something so innocent. Part of me says, how would I survive without killing, and another part says killing only makes everything worse. Now a mother has lost a child, a being has lost a life, all the hands of me. Am I a coward, or merely a monster?"

Stray continued through the fields, picking up pieces of semi-damp wood along the way.

[shay]

Shay watched Alan leave, then turned her head to the two wolves. She knew she should try to rest some more, but already she felt she had been sitting for to long. For the last couple of weeks, for almost her whole life actually, she had always been moving. And now the idea of staying still felt wrong, unheard of. Shay found she could only sit there for a few minutes until she found herself standing up and walking outside.

The rain was still coming down in a light mist, dampening her slightly, but otherwise was ignored. All around her the land smelled fresh and clean. Everything was renewed after the rain, it gave the earth to start again. Shay didn't want to go far, but she still felt like exploring. She noticed a large pile of rocks very near the entrance of the cave, and raced toward it. With quick movements and graceful strides she made her way easily to the top and sat down. Up here she got a good view of the area, and could see a long distance in all directions. She noticed they weren't to far form where she and Alan had first met, and this had all started.

"The rain renews everything." She whispered to herself. It was a old wolf saying, one Silver had taught to her. "It renews the earth, gives food to the plants, nurtures the prey and strengthens the hunter." But can it renew me? Shay was now looking at the possibility that she could start her life over again, and be happy. But somehow, that didn't yet seem like a option. She felt that her past-the one with the men and the death of her parents- was not finished yet. Somehow, she was not yet done.

For the first time, Shay searched her memory of that night. It was still very foggy, she could only remember bits and pieces, and those seemed like flashes of only a second in time. She remembered going to each house, blood, then running with the pack toward the forest once more. She reached where the house used to be, and buried her parents bodies. There, then she remembered. Pain in her arm, a arrow grazed by her shoulder. She turned around to face a shadowed figure. Her blood lust now gone, she just simply stared at him. He had the greenest eyes Shay had ever seen, greener then even Firestorms.

He shouted something at her, she couldn't remember what. He had a bow in his shaking hand, but seemed to have no other arrows. He turned and ran, and Shay turned away. Shay leaned back and stared up at the sky, the clouds were beginning to disappear, it was dawn. "Who were you?" She whispered. "You were hunting me. I could tell by the look in your eye. Are you still hunting me now?"

[stray]

With an armful of kindling in his arms, the doe's face squeezed under his pit so it wouldn't fall off his shoulder, he made his way back towards camp where his friends were waiting. Stray stopped to look up at the sky for a while. There was something sad in the air. The creature had to wonder if he was going to be permitted the joy of staying with these three. Somehow, things always went wrong for him.

Digging through his pocket with his free hand, he found the torn white mitten. The yarn had started to unweave, the individual strands flaring out into microfibers. He pouted, squeezing the material between his hands. "I failed you, but I'll try not to fail them."

After walking for another fifteen minutes or so, he was back at the mouth of the cave, finding Miss Shay atop a pile of rocks. He put down the doe and the kindling, trying to ignore the blood that had been smeared all along his bare chest. "Despite the storm, it is a lovely view. This place has an undescribable appeal to it, it has to be magical."

There she was, the picture of beauty, sitting the rain with such a sad but beautiful look on her face, dressed in his white t-shirt. Stray had to count himself lucky, to find someone as gentle and accepting as her. "I caught a doe for us, I know I know, it's surprising, but I did. Why don't you come back in, and I'll make a fire. The wood I found isn't nearly as damp as the trees caught in the rain, they were in the underbrush. It might smoke a little, but it'll still light."

Stray looked up at her, with a sort of 'puppy-face' pout, hoping she'd come down for him.

[shay]

She smelled Alan a while off, the scent of blood was giving him away so easily. She chose to ignore it though, and did not turn to look at him until he was by the cave entrance. His words of the bueaty of this place were correct. While the ruins should great saddness of things once lost, the great amount of new life showed that nothing is bad forever. It is bueatiful. Even from such drestruction like this, life can pour.

She turned to look at him at the mention of food. A small smile appeared on her face as she stared down at him, loving the way his chocolate locks fell gracefully to line his face. He was giving her that cute little pout he always did when he wanted her to do something. "You actually caught something." She said, teasing him playfully. "Firestorm is never going to believe this."

With a gracefully leap she landed next to Alan. Straighting up she gave him a half smile. "Of course I will come in. How can I say no to that face." She patted his cheek, then turned round and walked inside. Firestorm lifted his head as soon as she entered. There was a brief moment of silence as both father and daughter stared at each other. Then Firestorm said. I see you are doing better daughter. A big smile formed on Shay's face and she threw her arms around Firestorm, pulling him into a big hug.

Brakenfur had to woken, and was no sniffing the air with curousity. Fresh blood, I see Alan caught something. Firestorm was about to say something sarcastic, but the look Shay gave him made him close his mouth. "Yes, he caught us a doe and brought wood for a fire." She said, a little to hotly to her father and mother. Brakenfur smiled, finding it amazingly cute that she was defending the boy. Firestorm just shrugged then sat up next to his daughter.

[stray]

He loved that smile, and wanted to see it everyday on her face. Never again, a frown. Stray shifted the doe's weight against his shoulderblades and dragged it inside. Firestorm beside his adopted daughter, mother awake as well. He eased the doe onto the ground in front of the wolves. He wandered back towards the front of the cave, putting down the firewood. "I need rocks..." Stray mumbled, bending down and shifting the dirt around with the backs of his hands.

Two dusty rocks in hands, he struck them together quickly. The clicking sound echoed in the cave until the sparks finally began to eat at the kindling. He blew on the wood gently, and slowly he had a small fist sized fire crackling. It would grow with time, and until then he'd wait.

Stray, with shoulders slightly slumped, walked back out into the rain, letting it wash away the still luke-warm blood of the doe. Fur shook, water spraying already satured earth. Coming back inside he eyed his fire to make sure it was all right, then curled up on the cave floor. He was close to the three, but somehow a few inches off, to give that family the time they needed to reflect on the events that just passed.

Closing his eyes he sighed, resting his chin on his paws. Is there anything else you need?

[shay]

Shay rested up against her foster father, closing her eyes in content. She was so happy to be back, she had missed them so much. And she had been so sure Firestorm would be mad, but he too was just happy to be with her. She waited patiently as Alan the rocks and created a , creating flames on the partly damp wood. The scent of wood, smoke, and fresh meat filled the small cave, making Shay think of her life and the daily routine she used to have.

She looked at the doe, then thought of something. "Where did you hide my stuff? She asked . Not to far from here. She replied. There under some rocks about a fifth of a mile east of here. Why do you want them now? Shay just smiled then up and dashed out from the cave before anyone could say anything. She found her stuff easily, and hauled it all back to the cave. She then took out her carving knife, one of the many cooking things she had salvaged and stolen over the years.

With expert hands she cut the hide from the deer. You need a new shirt or coat. She said happily, turning to Alan. There is enough hide to make a shirt, and I have plenty of thread and scrapes left over from my last batch of clothing. So I will make you one! She went to the back of the cave and spread the hide out on a rock. She would soak it and clean it after there meal. After that she moved back to the doe and started to cut it up. Two large chunks of the meat went to Firestorm and , who started to eat at once. The rest Shay quickly chopped into pieces.

She took out some spices she had leftover and hunted out a pretty flat, clean stone. She placed several pieces of meat on the rock, then added the spices. She set the rock by the fire, and let it heat up, cooking the meat. Soon the scent of her cooking mixed with the scent of the fire. Its not much, She said, turning the meat over. But i think it is better then eating the meat raw.

[stray]

Stray blushed when she offered to make him a new shirt. Shay didn't have to do that, he would be fine when he got his white shirt back and jacket. He worn them all throughout his travels, he'd learned how to wash, sew, everything to make sure those articles of clothing stayed entact. His wolf eyes opened, brilliant blue in the misty smoke, but they remained in a daze thought.

Master. The one master who had kept him for, a long time. A woman who was a lot like Shay, passionated and emotional, both in good respects. Stray couldn't save his master that day either, the day she got sick because of him. She had realized he was a wolf, and he had tried to run away in the rain. His master searched all night in a storm, and literally dragged him back home. Then his Master got sick, contracting some illness from being in the rain. Her coughs were ghastly, blood coming up her lungs, and bedridden. She had no husband nor family to take care of her. Just him, that half-wolf have-man beast. Stray realized now he'd failed twice.

A sudden wave of guilt hit his eyes. Now he wanted to curl up in the comfort of the clothes she'd given him, and repent for what he had caused.

Its not much, She said, turning the meat over. But i think it is better then eating the meat raw.

It's been a while.....since I've had a cooked meal....I almost feel human again/

His eyes closed and he sighed lightly. When Stray traveled, his identity varied from place to place. Usually, it was safer to be a wolf, because the fangs and snarls could keep anyone away. There were only choice moments when Stray was a human. Other times, when in cosmopolitan cities, he was a man. Stray didn't know which he was supposed to be.

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Shay busied herself with the food, humming to herself softly as she worked. "Its been a long time for me to, sense I had actual cooked food. I can eat meat raw but," She stuck out her tongue in disgust at the thought. "It taste terrible, the taste is to strong for me." She carefully flipped the pieces over so that the other side could cook.

She glanced over at Alan. She could tell that he was thinking, he had that look in his eyes. Shay to felt her mind going back to the end of that night. It wasn't the fact that her parents that were dead, or that she had killed that night that made her think of it. No, it was after that she kept going over. That arrow, that boy, those eyes. Was he still alive, looking for her. A shiver went down her spine, she was sure it was a yes.

When the food was done she picked up one of the venison stakes and took a big bite. Delicious. "There perfect." She said happily, smiling at Alan. "Come try one." Brakenfur, now done with her own meal, sat cleaning herself. She sniffed the air, then glanced at the cook food. I don't see why you ruin perfectly good meat with herbs and cooking it. When you were young you were satisfied with fresh blood and raw meat. But as soon as you saw those campers, you just had to try cooking. You've been hooked on it ever sense.

Firestorm chuckled as he remembered his daughter first attempts to make a meal. They looked more like the charred wood in the fire then anything else. Shay stuck her tongue out at her foster mother and took another large bite. "Shows what you know. I seem to remember a certain wolf that could not get enough of my rabbit stew. Maybe the next time I make it I shouldn't make any extra." Brakenfur glared at her but kept her mouth shut, not wanting to lose a chance at rabbit stew. Shay smirked at her victory and finished off the stake quickly and taking another one, leaving two for Alan.

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The humans hands took one of the small steaks and he bit of a small chunk. Chewing softly, he listened to the exchange between this family. Something like jealousy and saddness washed over the scrawny human's eyes. The cerulean dampened, to the color of sad sea. The days when children were young, parents watching them, all learning together, learning from each other.

It was a light-hearted moment, compared to all the angst this group had felt. Since the moment they had joined, it seemed they had caused each other pains, emotional ones. Finishing off the steak he stood up slowly, and silently walked to the mouth of the cave. The wolf looked up at the sky. What were his parents like? Stray had always assumed them to be dead, but what if they were alive? What if someone, not even mom or dad, what if someone who knew them was alive? Stray hated being alone, and even with this family, and Shay, he still felt, so alone. Somehow, he was always alone. Was that his destiny?

"It's a wolf! Get him quick! He's got the little girl!"

Stray was running as fast as he could, the little girl latching onto her back and not letting him go. This little girl, who wore a subtle blue dress, had injured her ankle. She clung to him and refused to let go, which was getting Stray into a lot of trouble.

The wolf ran and tripped, the girl falling off with a cry, holding her leg. Scampering up, he ran over to her, and started licking at the wound on her ankle. She was bleeding, the broken bone piercing her skin.

Stray was hit in the back with a large bat and he cried in pain. THe little girl was screaming for her father to stop hurting the wolf. He fell, paws spread out, and took this beating as the girl stared at him. Her eyes, such panic, such horror. The wolf became a man before her eyes, and she screamed louder. "You're killing him! You're killing the man!"

The crowd stared, now seeing a man in a brown jacket, laying there, soaked in his blood. The jacket was ripped, flesh exposed to the world.

"My gods....he's a monster."

"Where are his parents?" A man called out, trying to search the crowd. "Does anyone know this man? What's his name?"

"Keh," Stray laughed from the ground, blood spilling from his lips, "I'm merely a stray."

Stray threw his head back and howled to the sky, completely forgetting that the surrogate family was still behidn him waiting. The cry was raw, like a growl of hatred met the sorrowful call of someone who'd lost a loved one. It echoed through the forest, the sound of a broken....creature.


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