Of my darkest days

Aoi Itou · 03-13-2012, 12:13 PM

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Her first shift had come and gone, and the young girl had spent most of her days dreaming, wondering, watching. For some reason it hurt her more than most when she had shifted; it hadn’t felt natural and she’d thrown up soon afterwards. Spending most of the last month in bed had done nasty things to her body; she was now skinny and gaunt, but she preferred herself that way.

Aoi was so scared when she had first shifted that she hadn’t dared to move back into her lupus form again. Instead she stood constantly in optime. Still being a child she didn’t look much like a woman at all; flat chested, skinny, no curves or shape at all. And very tall, and broad shouldered. All in all she looked quite masculine, the very opposite of her sister who was oh so very feminine. The dark furred jackal wolf growled as she picked herself up that morning…or afternoon, or whatever it was. She honestly had no idea. Firstly because she had no regular time she went to sleep or woke up, and secondly because of the darkness in the caves. One could never tell what time of day it was.

Aoi sniffed around the room she shared with her sister and then followed the door outside, through the training central grounds, and then right up to a scent trail; the place where her father had been recently. Confused as to where he’d gone, Aoi followed the scent, realising it went outside the den and to who knew where. Was it time to finally face the pack outside her little comfort place? Perhaps. The itou sighed and quickly hurried back to the bed she slept in, where clothes lay strewn on the cushions. Since shifting she’d ventured around and nicked them from whoever they belong to previously; and nobody seemed to miss them. Odd as she was, she liked to cover her body up as much as she could when she stood in optime.

Aoi pulled on the baggy grey jogging bottoms with a sigh, along with the black, oversized hoodie. Her dark eyes surveyed the way the clothes hung limp and baggy from her body before shrugging, walking out of the den. Aoi followed her father’s scent for a while and finally found her way twisting along corridors and caves she’d never been in before. The cold stone underfoot turned smooth and almost like marble, and then wet, as puddles scattered all around. The light dancing around, forming patterns on the walls, had Aoi transfixed, and she drove on in wonder. At the edge she saw her father sitting on top of a boulder. He looked alone and peaceful. Should she really go near him?

Aoi flicked her gaze nervously, this way and that, wondering if it had been a bad decision to follow her father’s path. Yet she was bored. Though she felt she wasn’t exactly wanted, she tried her best. Alaki?she still hadn’t the courage to call him dad yet. Her voice was nervous, and quite posh, and well pronounced. She didn’t take any steps closer, just let his name sink into the air as she swayed behind him.

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