Shadows of the Past

Yi TaeKyung · 07-13-2011, 12:51 PM

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The cool metal was heavy between her teeth, the texture and weight almost uncomfortable. Fine adjustments were made by flexing her jaws in minimal increments until the metal was held more comfortably. She didn’t know what she wanted to do with it. She knew that she couldn’t carry it for long in the natural, four-legged form, for it would wear down the strength of her jaws and teeth. But she could carry it a short distance from the old, concrete structure before contemplating its use. She knew that it was a brand, and that if she liked she could mark herself. But it was strange that she had found such a thing in this Western land. She had not encountered any wolf of the Eastern lands, and the metal was not worn or rusted, suggesting that it was younger than the concrete jungle. It was a curiosity indeed. The white orbs made the awkward angles to focus upon the brand’s image. 무. Nothingness. At times, her soul would sing with a strange nothingness—and yet she could not resist it. It seemed natural, as if it were a part of her.... The Jindo hybrid thought that the path of her life must be following fate.

As the tenebrous female turned to leave, a whine reached her ears. The black auricles became erect, struck by the abrupt presence of another. A warning growl, dark and hostile, clawed the air in response. She must have been deep in thought, she decided, to have missed the entrance. As her body made the full turn, the stranger barked, and the white orbs found a familiar form. The growl subsided. Through the thick, dank scent of the ash-filled building, the Korean found his identity. The dark plume made a single, amiable sweep. The dark crania lowered as the jaws released their metallic treasure. The brand responded with a cold, cry of grating metal, a cry of protest—as if its cold form grew distressed in her absence. The sound struck the Korean’s ears, but she turned from it, raising her eyes to the familiar one. “Beh-rlee,” the alto greeting came, her song smooth and unruffled by her initial display of hostility. “Wah-i here?” Her head cocked to the side. The male was definitely not who she expected to find here. He was a pack wolf, after all. She had not expected to meet him again, although she had considered him and his pack. He had been the only wolf thus far to make a good impression upon the foreigner. And he had hunted with her.

The wild wolf and feral dog within the young female, however, emerged, wondering briefly if he were here to steal her new-found treasure. But the logical domestication of the luperci mind allowed her to understand beyond the simple rules and guidelines of the Wild’s game of survival. He was a friend—perhaps the only friend she had within these still-foreign lands. The martial artist moved past the relinquished brand, approaching the male. Her nose brushed against the fur of his jaw and neck as she moved by, circling him and scenting him in a friendly fashion—the canine greeting. She paused momentarily at the base of his tail before circling around again. The white orbs met the other’s pale gaze, and while a faint warmth moved at their surface, the within the depths of those eyes was an unnerving emptiness. “잘 지냈어?” And she caught herself, her head shaking as if to brush off her natural Korean. “Hah-oo ahrl yoo?” He should be able to better understand.

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