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He crawls on all fours like the wolf he is, into the middle of the cement room. He stretches out his furry legs, his tail still tucked up between them.\n\n\tHe brings his hands up to his beaten and bloody muzzle; He lets out his held breath in a whimper that pains his mouth. He feels his lips over his chipped teeth; the flesh is scratched and cut in a thousand different places. He could taste his blood on his tongue; smell the metallic iron aroma in his pained nostrils. \n\n\tHe lets go of his muzzle, and rolls onto his belly with a painful grunt. He braces his hands on the ground and began raising himself up, the muscles quivering under his fur. He gets to his hands and knees, shivering from the effort, and begins to crawl to one of the walls. Each movement sends pain shooting up his small spine.\n\n\tHe reaches the wall, sobbing from the pain. Raising an arm he catches the end of a sink. Slowly he begins to raise himself to his hind legs. Bracing his arms against the sink edge, he looks into the mirror, and what he sees, makes him begin to cry.\n\n\tLooking back from the mirror is what used to be a cute wolf puppy. Now his once cute, furry ears are now torn and bleeding. One eye is swollen shut, while the other has a stream of tears spilling over the edge. The hazel brown eye is glazed over, and lifeless. All down his small muzzle are scars crisscrossing over scars, from years of abuse and beating from his mother.\n\n\tHe lets his jaw open just enough to see into, all the little canine teeth are chipped, and broken. His lips are torn and oozing blood. He runs his tongue along them, wincing every time his rough tongue drags over an open wound. He whimpers at the long slash in his nose, blood still dripping from it. \n\n\tThe child licks his nose, hoping his saliva will help it from getting infected. He takes a deep painful breath.\n\n\t“What is wrong with me?” he asks defiantly to the reflection in the mirror. “What did I do wrong to deserve this?”\n\n\t“You were borne!” his mother screams form the top of he stairs. With a yelp the child falls back from the sink, his legs still too weak to hold his weight. In a thunder of steps, she crashes down the stairs. The child cries and crawls to his corner whimpering, knowing what was coming next. His mother rushes up to him, punching his small form with everything she had, His howls of pain only adding to her anger. “Why couldn’t you have been normal!?” he yells over and over.\n\n\t The child’s whimpers of pain grow to growls of anger, his muscles tensing in apprehension. His mother pauses to take a breath, and that’s when he strikes, aiming strait for her neck. There is a tearing sound and gurgling, a thud as her body hits the floor.\n\n\tHe watches in fear and amazement as the blood begins to pool around her form. Her head looks at him, shock in her dying eyes. Something changes about her expression, it softens, almost lovingly.\n\n\t“Ryuunosuke, I’m sorry” his mother whispers as her body goes lifeless.\n\nRyuunosuke listens to his mother final breath as it leaves her dead body. He looks down at his paws; her bright red blood is soaking into his fur. He stands on wobbly legs, the adrenaline in his blood fueling his energy. Limping to the sink he turns the old cracked handles, brown, murky, rancid smelling water sprayed out of the faucet. He runs the disgusting water through his ragged and matted fur, trying to get the red stains out. Finally, giving up, he returns to his mother’s body. \n\nBeing careful to step around the ever growing pool of red liquid, he kneels at her side. Slowly and delicately he pulls down the neck of her shirt slightly, there hanging from her neck is the object he seeks. The old looking style house key is gleaming on a silver chain. He tugs on the metal, it doesn’t come off, and he tugs again, nothing. Finally with a ferocious tug he breaks the slim metal chain, metal rings roll away with tinkling sounds like laughing spirits. \n\nWith the key in hand Ryuunosuke bolts for the basement door, not understanding where the energy came from. He dashes up the stairs, each wooden board creaking under his slim weight. Reaching the door, he slams the key into the key hole and twists, pressing down the handle. He steps into a small room with tiled flooring that is cold under paw. The room was once a kitchen, now it’s a trash dump filled to the ceiling with bags. \n\nRyuunosuke walks the small 3 foot path out of the kitchen, and into an even worse room. Trash littered the floor, was piled high on the tables, and the couches. The worst part was the smell, rancid food lay everywhere. The pungent smell of molding bread, mixed with rotting meat, and fruit filled the air. The smell was too much for him, he ran for the front door, the glass in it was cracked and taped in places; the house was falling apart around him.\n\nWhen he opened the front door, he nearly tripped over his own two foot paws. The bright rays of the sun nearly blinded him as he left the house, being kept locked up in the basement, this was the first time in years he had ever seen the sun. Squinting and holding up a paw, he gazes at the sky. With a gasp he sees a black winged shadow pass over the sun, blocking it out for the briefest of moments. The bird passes, and the suns rays return to his fur, warming it. Infatuated with the feeling he looks at his fur, even with the matted mess it was in, it still gleamed beautifully, the brown gray color reflected the sun and glowed. \n\nHe smiles slightly and looks around; the air smells clean, much better than the moldy smell in the basement. He lets out a laugh of joy, jumping in the air he takes in everything. The trees are rustling in the distance, calling to him to join their dark protecting world. Ryuunosuke rushes towards the forest of ever swaying trees, the smell of the lush pines rising to his nose. His paws sink into the loose soil, and listening closely he can hear the distant movements of animals in the underbrush.\n\nExcited, Ryuunosuke steps cautiously into the forest, the dry leaves crackling under each step. The smell of moss and decaying plants, rose sharply to his nose. He continued walk into the forest, the sounds of the birds chirping, the little animals running around in the summer heat. A rabbit skittered out of the brush and into Ryuunosuke’s path, confused he looked at the small creature. The rabbit jumped towards him in a swift leap. With a yelp Ryuunosuke falls back frightened, and scrambles to a tree.\n\n“Go away!” he yells at the small creature. The rabbit gives him a confused look and jumps back into the underbrush. 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Block 2
Wolf Child
\tAs he cringes in the corner, his furry brown grey ears twitch as the wooden door to the basement slams shut. His body relaxes slightly, his furry brown grey arms unwrapping from around his legs. He crawls on all fours like the wolf he is, into the middle of the cement room. He stretches out his furry legs, his tail still tucked up between them.
\tHe brings his hands up to his beaten and bloody muzzle; He lets out his held breath in a whimper that pains his mouth. He feels his lips over his chipped teeth; the flesh is scratched and cut in a thousand different places. He could taste his blood on his tongue; smell the metallic iron aroma in his pained nostrils.
\tHe lets go of his muzzle, and rolls onto his belly with a painful grunt. He braces his hands on the ground and began raising himself up, the muscles quivering under his fur. He gets to his hands and knees, shivering from the effort, and begins to crawl to one of the walls. Each movement sends pain shooting up his small spine.
\tHe reaches the wall, sobbing from the pain. Raising an arm he catches the end of a sink. Slowly he begins to raise himself to his hind legs. Bracing his arms against the sink edge, he looks into the mirror, and what he sees, makes him begin to cry.
\tLooking back from the mirror is what used to be a cute wolf puppy. Now his once cute, furry ears are now torn and bleeding. One eye is swollen shut, while the other has a stream of tears spilling over the edge. The hazel brown eye is glazed over, and lifeless. All down his small muzzle are scars crisscrossing over scars, from years of abuse and beating from his mother.
\tHe lets his jaw open just enough to see into, all the little canine teeth are chipped, and broken. His lips are torn and oozing blood. He runs his tongue along them, wincing every time his rough tongue drags over an open wound. He whimpers at the long slash in his nose, blood still dripping from it.
\tThe child licks his nose, hoping his saliva will help it from getting infected. He takes a deep painful breath.
\t“What is wrong with me?” he asks defiantly to the reflection in the mirror. “What did I do wrong to deserve this?”
\t“You were borne!” his mother screams form the top of he stairs. With a yelp the child falls back from the sink, his legs still too weak to hold his weight. In a thunder of steps, she crashes down the stairs. The child cries and crawls to his corner whimpering, knowing what was coming next. His mother rushes up to him, punching his small form with everything she had, His howls of pain only adding to her anger. “Why couldn’t you have been normal!?” he yells over and over.
\t The child’s whimpers of pain grow to growls of anger, his muscles tensing in apprehension. His mother pauses to take a breath, and that’s when he strikes, aiming strait for her neck. There is a tearing sound and gurgling, a thud as her body hits the floor.
\tHe watches in fear and amazement as the blood begins to pool around her form. Her head looks at him, shock in her dying eyes. Something changes about her expression, it softens, almost lovingly.
\t“Ryuunosuke, I’m sorry” his mother whispers as her body goes lifeless.
Ryuunosuke listens to his mother final breath as it leaves her dead body. He looks down at his paws; her bright red blood is soaking into his fur. He stands on wobbly legs, the adrenaline in his blood fueling his energy. Limping to the sink he turns the old cracked handles, brown, murky, rancid smelling water sprayed out of the faucet. He runs the disgusting water through his ragged and matted fur, trying to get the red stains out. Finally, giving up, he returns to his mother’s body.
Being careful to step around the ever growing pool of red liquid, he kneels at her side. Slowly and delicately he pulls down the neck of her shirt slightly, there hanging from her neck is the object he seeks. The old looking style house key is gleaming on a silver chain. He tugs on the metal, it doesn’t come off, and he tugs again, nothing. Finally with a ferocious tug he breaks the slim metal chain, metal rings roll away with tinkling sounds like laughing spirits.
With the key in hand Ryuunosuke bolts for the basement door, not understanding where the energy came from. He dashes up the stairs, each wooden board creaking under his slim weight. Reaching the door, he slams the key into the key hole and twists, pressing down the handle. He steps into a small room with tiled flooring that is cold under paw. The room was once a kitchen, now it’s a trash dump filled to the ceiling with bags.
Ryuunosuke walks the small 3 foot path out of the kitchen, and into an even worse room. Trash littered the floor, was piled high on the tables, and the couches. The worst part was the smell, rancid food lay everywhere. The pungent smell of molding bread, mixed with rotting meat, and fruit filled the air. The smell was too much for him, he ran for the front door, the glass in it was cracked and taped in places; the house was falling apart around him.
When he opened the front door, he nearly tripped over his own two foot paws. The bright rays of the sun nearly blinded him as he left the house, being kept locked up in the basement, this was the first time in years he had ever seen the sun. Squinting and holding up a paw, he gazes at the sky. With a gasp he sees a black winged shadow pass over the sun, blocking it out for the briefest of moments. The bird passes, and the suns rays return to his fur, warming it. Infatuated with the feeling he looks at his fur, even with the matted mess it was in, it still gleamed beautifully, the brown gray color reflected the sun and glowed.
He smiles slightly and looks around; the air smells clean, much better than the moldy smell in the basement. He lets out a laugh of joy, jumping in the air he takes in everything. The trees are rustling in the distance, calling to him to join their dark protecting world. Ryuunosuke rushes towards the forest of ever swaying trees, the smell of the lush pines rising to his nose. His paws sink into the loose soil, and listening closely he can hear the distant movements of animals in the underbrush.
Excited, Ryuunosuke steps cautiously into the forest, the dry leaves crackling under each step. The smell of moss and decaying plants, rose sharply to his nose. He continued walk into the forest, the sounds of the birds chirping, the little animals running around in the summer heat. A rabbit skittered out of the brush and into Ryuunosuke’s path, confused he looked at the small creature. The rabbit jumped towards him in a swift leap. With a yelp Ryuunosuke falls back frightened, and scrambles to a tree.
“Go away!” he yells at the small creature. The rabbit gives him a confused look and jumps back into the underbrush. With a sigh Ryuunosuke, uncurls his legs, stretching out the tight muscles. He didn’t realize how tired he was. He lays back along the ground enjoying the feel of the leaves, and in moments he’s asleep.
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