The female wolf led a comfortable life. She didn't have friends or family to keep her confined to one place, so she never had to worry about getting caught or in a conflict with a snobbish person. So during her journey to one of the few neighboring Twain villages, where humans and beasts coexist. She came across a desperate cry, scouting the woods, she didn’t seem to notice anyone.
“Hello?” She called out, unsure if she simply imagined it. She waited until the wailing sound got louder. Running towards the sound, she stopped and spotted a wounded human at the bottom of the muddy slope. He must have fallen due to the heavy rain a few nights ago. She thought.
Even though she isn’t cold-blooded to those who are in need of help, she felt an ambivalent ambiance from that man. As if it’s telling her that she should just leave the wailing human to the wild beast that dwells in the forest. His screams though made her want to aid the poor weakling.
She was caught in a cloud of persuasion, wondering whether she should just leave him to die or help him. She’s a good wolf, but she has her reasons to not help humans outside the beast's borders or any of the Twain villages. “What to do. What to do.” She caught herself pacing around in a circle.
As if – it – was fate, a tree stump appeared from nowhere as she was hastily ruffling her fur between her ears, thinking of just leaving the man behind out in the woods. She lost her footing after tripping on uneven gravel, causing her to plummet down.
She tried to find her balance, grabbing anything she could, twigs. Gravel. Dirt, she had no tight grip, she used her claws, yet something was making her unable to grab anything. Telling her to let herself continue to fall. So that’s what she did, she yielded her body to whatever it was that was telling her to listen. As she felt the bumps of the ground within each roll, it might be possible, that she was going to get bumps herself.
Finally, after what felt like forever, she opened her eyes. It felt kinda squishy and soft, but smelly as a wet dog. She was on top of a pile of natures trash, that seemed to be howling in pain. It was the human that was crying like a feline beast in heat. She just fell on this human.
Raising her head, she looked as far as her minor injuries could allow. She has always crossed this path to get to this Twain village. It was strange how that stump randomly got there. It must have been due to the rain. She imagined to herself.
Now she was forced to aid both herself and the human that sounds like he was in heat. Tossing him over her shoulder, she brought him to a little vacated hut she rarely used and helped the human onto the bed. There she was able to tend to his injuries. With the items she had on hand, the human was able to make several paper talismans, which he had her gather its power source from the morning sun, to charge them up.
Although her injuries were minor, the human, on the other hand, seemed to have a swollen leg and also a broken rib, that she caused, but that wasn't the first thing the wolf noticed; it was his eyes. They didn’t seem as if he was human, but that’s only if you paid close attention to it.
Left or right, no matter where she went around the hut, he hasn’t seemed to avert his gaze from the wolf. He never spoke to her, besides to ask for the items he needed, or when he was hungry.
When he first saw the wolf, he looked more stunned, then terrified of her. She was of course a purple wolf, with not much of her kind left. If only her wristband and cloak hadn't torn, she wouldn’t be exposing bits of her fur right now.
“I noticed you weren't equipped with much. You were headed to the Twain village nearby, right?” She noticed that he was taking his time to answer a simple question, even though she had pressed the empowered paper to his body. The paper doesn’t have the ability to make him muted. “Even if there are no wild beasts in this area, the landscape will be unstable during the harsh rainy season.” Again, he didn’t speak to her.
After helping him to the bed, she assumed he was also heading to the village, as she was, before his fall. Now, fearing he might be one of those assholes, that stalks the ones that want harmony between human and beast around any Twain village.
They’re the ones who follow their noses where they believe they can make a profit from the souls they capture. Even if they’re hurt, or they lost everything, it doesn’t matter to them if you are a beast or human or a rare wolf in general, they will hunt to sell. Solely for pleasure and fortune.
Not willing to take any risks. She hastily burned all the meager magic talismans she was forced to spend all morning gathering, and then headed for the door. With her possessions in her bag and a foot out the entrance door, she felt a yank in her white silk scarf, nearly causing her to choke and get her foot stuck onto something.
A brazen voice, resembling that of a sexually-excited feline, cried out, followed by another tug on her scarf, this time with more delicacy. With her throat in pain, she twisted her torso before her lower body. Ready to punch him, a groan came out from the weak human's mouth as he hugged his everything, causing him to drop to the ground from the pain. He was already weeping when she didn't have a chance to beat his face.
She cautiously kneeled above him. What’s wrong with this person? She observed him, pleading with her to stay and keep aiding him until he fully recovered. She had been trying to keep a neutral expression around him for some time now. She wanted to beat the crap out of him, but she’s a sucker for weak humans.
Just hearing a grown man cub groan on the floor while crying like a child, all because he wanted her to stay, she couldn’t help but giggle; it was all too sweet in her eyes. She didn't sense any malicious intentions from him. He seemed spoiled and didn't know how to ask properly.
Upon observing the sky, it was obvious that rain was about to come, and that it would be heavier than before. She was desperate to reach the village before the monsoon arrived; if she left now, she wouldn't make it. Initially, she agreed to stay until he was fully recovered, and until the monsoon season was over. They then planned to go their separate ways.
She was careful to keep her guard up during the early days she spent with him, caring for his injuries and rationing her supplies for both of them, but life was too cruel. She remained longer than she had anticipated. Although he was fully recovered and the season was calming again.
They became friends in just a few weeks, and within a year they had become intimate lovers in the hut. Everything was simply the result of an unfortunate encounter planned by none other than the human king of the eastern temple.
The same human who shares the same blood as the man she fell in love with. How did this happen, she repeated those words over and over again in her head. After hearing this, she avoided the hut and her lover, who concealed the truth from her. Her entire family has been persecuted, all because the king's younger sister wanted to wear their purple fur. The same king has also sought out war and wishes to exterminate all beast folk.
The prince still comes to visit the hut, he waited until dusk for the return of the wolf, yearning to be reunited once again. For an entire month, she stayed put in the village, never leaving. The prince would occasionally come to the village to gather food and supplies, and she would hide from him.
She cried herself to sleep that night when she discovered she was pregnant, unsure if she was happy or sad. When she was just a young pup, her family was taken from her. She scouted the lands with no pack, it was a difficult life for her; living alone in the woods or in empty huts was the only safest choice.
When a greedy bastard spots an egg-laying wolf, they will strive to capture it and sell it in the slave market for an entire bag of tokens. She was left with no other choice but to search for a new place to hide.
She now has one option: To travel to the city of the beast and search for a pack willing to accept her and her child. It was amusing how she, and the prince, fantasized about a life with no problems, a life with only harmony. If anyone discovered who the father of her developing fetus was, the war would come sooner if she lived in the beast territory. It was a choice she was willing to make because the child and herself might have already just become the king's property.