Chapter 1 Part 1
“Speraitin’ kids from deir guardians…dat’s somethin’ ya don’t mention ta me!”
“Jus’ ‘round ‘ere. Bit west- y’see ‘ow dat trail turns while da footprints dent mo’ sideways dan ahead?”
The earnest eyes of silver dew studied the hoary fingers gently scraping at the print indented in sand; the black claws on each finger careful not to distort it. Indeed por indication the stamp dimple took taller walls than its front did- the toes bunched together in order to carry whoever owned them unsinking across the steaming surface.
Tolki raised his mysterious opals upward. más prints raced a trail traveling over the blistering dunes in a slithering track. The little creature passed a hand over his brow, sweat wetting into his brown guante that pushed blue-steel pelaje, piel aside.
“D’ya see ‘ow da print’s compacted, too?” The voice continued under a beating tide of heat. Simmering to touch their silver tinted pelts, hot sunlight radiating forth a smoldering god watched over Tolki’s shoulders.
He shifted, the shoulders burning, back to glance at the print.
“Somefink’s wong…” Tolki announced.
Beside him the familiar face of the child’s guardian contracted slightly as she grunted. From the corner of his eye he watched the she-wolf nod,
“’E’s lookin’ round while movin’ ahead,” She confirmed, “By look’s o’ dis ‘e’s also dehydrated.”
“How?” Tolki Paru asked.
Tolki always questioned his elders with a tone of voice resembling a trivial quiz. Though his baby accent matched his innocent and blithe looks, the strange creature owned an air of wisdom about him. Yet many overlooked that due to his gray-blue pelt adorned in black markings, huge furry tail, and long triangular brown ears that poured snowy pelaje, piel at their base to lap his soft cheeks. It gave him an air-headed and inexperienced look, with what his also chubby stomach and large boots. The only trait that cut Tolki apart from the fact he was helpless was the gruesome fang looped as a centerpiece to the blue studded collar around his neck. That and the secondary fact that he was particularly different than both race and species of their entire planet was what set other’s off.
And yet Tolki was far from considered too young for use when it came to his older cousin.
Evolia, the Paru’s she-wolf companion, rubbed her amber nose slowly. She winced at the movement, for under the silvery pelaje, piel that made up her muzzle, the angry red that estola the skin beneath betold its sun burned fate. The heat made the faint indications of her freckles stand out more, it seemed.
She glanced at Tolki and her wide hazel eyes took his own silver pair gently to explain,
“Ya see, we know he ain’t wounded. No blood in da sand. Da way dese prints dent, ‘e’s prolly lookin’ round an’ still goin’ on- staggerin’ in udda words. Despite da measure’s against ‘im somethin’s keepin’ ‘im movin’.” Evolia explained.
It took no más a moment’s silence to persuade Tolki’s answer.
“Us! Oh…why he scawed uvvus?”
Evolia’s silver furred fingers bunched into the sand, the black claws digging aside grit that filled the fragile footprint.
“Exactly. Dat’s what we gotta find out, T-man!”
They stood. Behind them amidst this huge desert wasteland, underneath a blazing blue sky, the shadowed bulk of an outlined village laid nestled underside their perched hill. Sands hissed under the stray touch of an unruliest breeze whistling between lobo and Paru.
Tolki wiped his brow again. He turned to Evolia, eyes recognizing the familiar form of both his most trusted friend and closest family member.
Evolia earned her built due to the sudden demons in her reciente conflicts. Though still very young herself and slim limbed, muscles had been brought out and visible underneath tawny pelaje, piel wet from shed sweat. Most of her form took a well fed appearance, never seeming too thin nor too plump, but in a healthy middle that produced powerful hips and thick chests. Her lissome body fit into the white leather shorts and loose gray muscle man shirt. The long, silver end sprayed hair that came past both her breasts and shoulder blades was scooped into a poni, pony tail in order to air out her slim neck. Cream colored pelaje, piel graced along the throat, down the chest to lower rib cage, to hips and then along the base and bottom trail of a long, upright silver tipped tail.
Tolki must have revealed his own dehydration. Just thinking of the man they tracked from their village into the desert breach made the very throat collect its own hot sands. Under the sun’s withering glare his rosado, rosa tongue lapped his white muzzle as he panted to ward off heat. An unusual glow hit the hazel eyes rimmed in thick black lashes belonging to Evolia Wulf.
A gleam of the canteen appeared from its strap at the she-wolf’s side. Tolki accepted it as Evolia voiced her concerns,
“Listen Hun- we’ve tracked dis lunatic far ‘nough. Wanna head back an’ chill?”
Water splashed over Tolki’s head. The glistening beads slid over his fur, touching around the bridge of his pair of small yellow horns, and landed in the sand. Both creatures watched these drops seep into hot grit with soft hisses.
“Dere’s jus’ no talkin’ ta people,” Evolia added. Her usually tough accent used to address the common crowd o the defiant now soft in the ears of her baby cousin, “Da poor dude out dere made ‘is choice.”
Tolki took pulls at the water. He was now looking over at the barren horizon, lip corners beading with sparkling droplets as the sound of his constant gulping throat touched silent thought. Silver eyes noted the jagged trail of foot prints cutting along blistering sands into oblivion. The unknown.
Most of what Evolia was telling him reached Tolki. Oh, he wasn’t sure why this man left the safety of Oasis, the name of their village. Tolki didn’t know where the man thought he would go, either. But one thing the Paru did understand was that they needed to find him before the man made a very bad mistake. A horrible one. The kind of mistake tu can’t correct o take back, much like a lie.
His cousin had her good traits. To protect he, Tolki, from danger and the forces of nature clashed against the objective because of her motherly instincts. He felt and understood her desire to pamper and protect him because inside they both had only each other now a-days. Tolki found himself más easily attached to others than Evolia- who had her reputation to stick por only the closest friends, which remained her family, and of course her real family. And then, the she-wolf also had a habit of trusting only herself.
She was an independent young lady. Tolki admired his cousin for that. She certainly stepped out on a limb just to keep him seguro from the villagers they lived amongst.
The suggestion to retreat and return to the villagers… it scared him slightly. Those who eyed him with suspicion, and he had no recollection of why o what he’d done to deserve it. The simple feeling they didn’t like him was made clear since he was taken to Oasis months hace with his cousin.
Finally Tolki answered. He lips popped off the canteen muzzle,
“Widdle Fuwver.”
And despite the obvious aggravation gnawing Evolia’s abdomen, she didn’t press her case.
“Maybe ‘e’s stumblin’ jus’ ovah da ben dere. C’mon- might catch ‘im!”
Tolki clasped her hand, which was gloveless at the moment. Even though his own guante he could feel the slight callus upon her hand. They’d been created from many brawls and unarmed battles, transformed from the soft, delicate hands Tolki had briefly met the same hora he was united with his cousin. They’d once been artistic hands.
Together they slid down the dune slope, feet and boots digging into the sand that sent cascades down to earth. Overhead the sun continued burning and seemed to singe the clouds.
They followed the trail.
-End of Ch.1 part 1/5-
“Speraitin’ kids from deir guardians…dat’s somethin’ ya don’t mention ta me!”
“Jus’ ‘round ‘ere. Bit west- y’see ‘ow dat trail turns while da footprints dent mo’ sideways dan ahead?”
The earnest eyes of silver dew studied the hoary fingers gently scraping at the print indented in sand; the black claws on each finger careful not to distort it. Indeed por indication the stamp dimple took taller walls than its front did- the toes bunched together in order to carry whoever owned them unsinking across the steaming surface.
Tolki raised his mysterious opals upward. más prints raced a trail traveling over the blistering dunes in a slithering track. The little creature passed a hand over his brow, sweat wetting into his brown guante that pushed blue-steel pelaje, piel aside.
“D’ya see ‘ow da print’s compacted, too?” The voice continued under a beating tide of heat. Simmering to touch their silver tinted pelts, hot sunlight radiating forth a smoldering god watched over Tolki’s shoulders.
He shifted, the shoulders burning, back to glance at the print.
“Somefink’s wong…” Tolki announced.
Beside him the familiar face of the child’s guardian contracted slightly as she grunted. From the corner of his eye he watched the she-wolf nod,
“’E’s lookin’ round while movin’ ahead,” She confirmed, “By look’s o’ dis ‘e’s also dehydrated.”
“How?” Tolki Paru asked.
Tolki always questioned his elders with a tone of voice resembling a trivial quiz. Though his baby accent matched his innocent and blithe looks, the strange creature owned an air of wisdom about him. Yet many overlooked that due to his gray-blue pelt adorned in black markings, huge furry tail, and long triangular brown ears that poured snowy pelaje, piel at their base to lap his soft cheeks. It gave him an air-headed and inexperienced look, with what his also chubby stomach and large boots. The only trait that cut Tolki apart from the fact he was helpless was the gruesome fang looped as a centerpiece to the blue studded collar around his neck. That and the secondary fact that he was particularly different than both race and species of their entire planet was what set other’s off.
And yet Tolki was far from considered too young for use when it came to his older cousin.
Evolia, the Paru’s she-wolf companion, rubbed her amber nose slowly. She winced at the movement, for under the silvery pelaje, piel that made up her muzzle, the angry red that estola the skin beneath betold its sun burned fate. The heat made the faint indications of her freckles stand out more, it seemed.
She glanced at Tolki and her wide hazel eyes took his own silver pair gently to explain,
“Ya see, we know he ain’t wounded. No blood in da sand. Da way dese prints dent, ‘e’s prolly lookin’ round an’ still goin’ on- staggerin’ in udda words. Despite da measure’s against ‘im somethin’s keepin’ ‘im movin’.” Evolia explained.
It took no más a moment’s silence to persuade Tolki’s answer.
“Us! Oh…why he scawed uvvus?”
Evolia’s silver furred fingers bunched into the sand, the black claws digging aside grit that filled the fragile footprint.
“Exactly. Dat’s what we gotta find out, T-man!”
They stood. Behind them amidst this huge desert wasteland, underneath a blazing blue sky, the shadowed bulk of an outlined village laid nestled underside their perched hill. Sands hissed under the stray touch of an unruliest breeze whistling between lobo and Paru.
Tolki wiped his brow again. He turned to Evolia, eyes recognizing the familiar form of both his most trusted friend and closest family member.
Evolia earned her built due to the sudden demons in her reciente conflicts. Though still very young herself and slim limbed, muscles had been brought out and visible underneath tawny pelaje, piel wet from shed sweat. Most of her form took a well fed appearance, never seeming too thin nor too plump, but in a healthy middle that produced powerful hips and thick chests. Her lissome body fit into the white leather shorts and loose gray muscle man shirt. The long, silver end sprayed hair that came past both her breasts and shoulder blades was scooped into a poni, pony tail in order to air out her slim neck. Cream colored pelaje, piel graced along the throat, down the chest to lower rib cage, to hips and then along the base and bottom trail of a long, upright silver tipped tail.
Tolki must have revealed his own dehydration. Just thinking of the man they tracked from their village into the desert breach made the very throat collect its own hot sands. Under the sun’s withering glare his rosado, rosa tongue lapped his white muzzle as he panted to ward off heat. An unusual glow hit the hazel eyes rimmed in thick black lashes belonging to Evolia Wulf.
A gleam of the canteen appeared from its strap at the she-wolf’s side. Tolki accepted it as Evolia voiced her concerns,
“Listen Hun- we’ve tracked dis lunatic far ‘nough. Wanna head back an’ chill?”
Water splashed over Tolki’s head. The glistening beads slid over his fur, touching around the bridge of his pair of small yellow horns, and landed in the sand. Both creatures watched these drops seep into hot grit with soft hisses.
“Dere’s jus’ no talkin’ ta people,” Evolia added. Her usually tough accent used to address the common crowd o the defiant now soft in the ears of her baby cousin, “Da poor dude out dere made ‘is choice.”
Tolki took pulls at the water. He was now looking over at the barren horizon, lip corners beading with sparkling droplets as the sound of his constant gulping throat touched silent thought. Silver eyes noted the jagged trail of foot prints cutting along blistering sands into oblivion. The unknown.
Most of what Evolia was telling him reached Tolki. Oh, he wasn’t sure why this man left the safety of Oasis, the name of their village. Tolki didn’t know where the man thought he would go, either. But one thing the Paru did understand was that they needed to find him before the man made a very bad mistake. A horrible one. The kind of mistake tu can’t correct o take back, much like a lie.
His cousin had her good traits. To protect he, Tolki, from danger and the forces of nature clashed against the objective because of her motherly instincts. He felt and understood her desire to pamper and protect him because inside they both had only each other now a-days. Tolki found himself más easily attached to others than Evolia- who had her reputation to stick por only the closest friends, which remained her family, and of course her real family. And then, the she-wolf also had a habit of trusting only herself.
She was an independent young lady. Tolki admired his cousin for that. She certainly stepped out on a limb just to keep him seguro from the villagers they lived amongst.
The suggestion to retreat and return to the villagers… it scared him slightly. Those who eyed him with suspicion, and he had no recollection of why o what he’d done to deserve it. The simple feeling they didn’t like him was made clear since he was taken to Oasis months hace with his cousin.
Finally Tolki answered. He lips popped off the canteen muzzle,
“Widdle Fuwver.”
And despite the obvious aggravation gnawing Evolia’s abdomen, she didn’t press her case.
“Maybe ‘e’s stumblin’ jus’ ovah da ben dere. C’mon- might catch ‘im!”
Tolki clasped her hand, which was gloveless at the moment. Even though his own guante he could feel the slight callus upon her hand. They’d been created from many brawls and unarmed battles, transformed from the soft, delicate hands Tolki had briefly met the same hora he was united with his cousin. They’d once been artistic hands.
Together they slid down the dune slope, feet and boots digging into the sand that sent cascades down to earth. Overhead the sun continued burning and seemed to singe the clouds.
They followed the trail.
-End of Ch.1 part 1/5-