Well this is the first chapter of my untitled story it has a lovely blur to it. I was nice and quick to get into something good and i hope people don't think i rushed it.
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The grass blew under the soft breeze that blew in from the ocean, giving it the salty taste, a smell that left a burn in the back of my throat. I watched the blades of green danced with the wind, allowing the pollen to kick up and getting into my nose, a quick sneeze escaping me, the small herd of goats and sheep lifting their heads at me and I gave a small laugh.
My animals were my everything, I loved them and despite my smell, they liked me. Usually the animals run from a wolf but I'd been human enough to of lost all but a little of my furry animal scent but it still startled them on the odd occasion but I knew it always would.
I moved into the yard with a small barrel of food in my hands, the salty air still irritating my nose and throat. I had been on this property for a little over a month and things were all still new. The animals were my only friends and I was all but miles away fron making friends.
I tossed a few cups of food for the farm animals before heading back inside to prepare for a trip to the city. I had made a habit of trying to make a trip once a week but so far I'd been twice. I was unable to drive and got extremely motion sick so walking was the only way to and from.
I walked up the set of old stairs and into the largest room, pushing my hair back, tucking it neatly behind my ears before I moved into another room, a small ensuite that contained a little shower, a toilet and a small sink.
I looked at the little mirror on top of the sink and groomed back my hair again, the silvery strands twinning around my fingers slightly as I looked at my reflection, my face giving my a cold chill, the glittering scar on my cheek threw me off, knocking me back slightly, not wanting to look at it. I turned from the room and into the large room again, opening a small cupboard draw and pulling out some cloths before tossing them on my bed.
It was a normal outfit for me, a childish attempt at making people laugh. My shirt was black but on the front was a green picture, a human and a few zombies with bold writing 'Zombies always get a head'. This was one of my favourites but I jad a few other funny shirts. I pulled up my new pair of navy blue skinny jeans before putting the shirt on. To top my outfit off I put on a cap with 'I <3 Brains' written on it.
My childish ego pushed her rainbow shoes on and had me out the door in no time flat, had me walking throught the thick forest that I called my 'front yard' it was amazing all the same, over grown trees and shrugs half on the trail. I didn't mind none the less, it had me forever moving, ducking branches or weaving bushes it was all the same.
My feet moved over the rocks and broken sticks as I walked, keeping my eyes on the ground to avoid tripping on something that caught me off guard but as I lifted my head I caught a tree branch, my face meeting the hardwood.
I gave a yelp as the scrapping of bark left my head battered, the feeling of the scratches giving me a shiver that flew down my spine in an unnatural way and i shook my head, the small tinge of my hair moving and the wind hitting my sensitive spots.
My Ears.
I had no idea why they were involved but they were here, on my head and despite my desire to remove them they remained there, unafraid. I grumbled it sometimes happened but never often enough for me to worry but why now?
I glanced at my feet before turning on my heels and heading back home, not sure how long these things would be around for. As I trudged back towards my farm I paid close attention to my surroundings before my eyes tricked me, causing my head to turn, my eyes catching it. The glimmer of a set of golden eyes.
I stared as the set of orbs kept me in a tight gaze.
The Eyes.The glittering set of eyes staring back at me. They belonged to only one thing in this world that i knew about.
A wolf. A Wolf. There was another wolf staring at me.
Subject: Wolf Children Fan Fiction. Titleless.