The Cold (part 1)

Note: Okay, while I am waiting for entries, I will start posting something I and some other people have been working on. On the fan site for "The Chronicles of Ancient Darkness" series, many (if not most) of us participate in Role Playing stories. These are stories where everyone has a character (sometimes more than one) that they play. They write the parts for their characters and everyone plays off of each other until a story begins to build. Sometimes they have planned out plots, sometimes they don't; mine usually do. In the one that I started, named The Cold we have several good writers and a story line that has remained solid and has continued to make it's way along for some time now. It is an ongoing RP, but I have taken the liberty to go through what has been written so far, and edit it. I tried my best to organize it the best way I could and it could still use work, but we decided it was a story worthy of other audiences as well. The writers are:

Kiona Luko (me) as Luko
Mistress as Asmeen
Demon Soul as Airek
wolveseyeswatching as Cyrun
Sonic J as Jakar
Recan as Sayth
chloewolf as Taiga

I will post it bit by bit (in little chapters) as I work on it. Hopefully it will flow as easily as I would like it too, but I mostly just want you to enjoy it. This first post is short, but I thought it was the best way to begin our journey together. Please, have fun and thank you for reading :)


The Cold

Luko was making his way through the thick branches of the Juniper trees. The white berries were spilling to the ground as his fur, which was normally white with reddish brown, black, and gray flecked in–but was now covered in a thick red mud–brushed the tree limbs. His long, stalky legs covered a good amount of ground, but he wasn't a very strong wolf yet. He was not a cub anymore, but not yet full grown either. Despite the howlings of his pack mates, he had decided to strike out on his own. Life as a lone wolf was hard, but he could run more often now without having to sit by the den to watch the cubs.

He was following a scent, a strange one that was both familiar and frightening. It was the smell of a tailless, but it also smelled of demon. Luko didn't like the idea of demons in the forest and decided he would go and get rid of it on his own. Stalking through the underbrush, he finally found the tailless he sought. He had a dark pelt and his eyes were a demon red! This struck fear in Luko and he suddenly wanted to be far away. Backing slowly into the underbrush, he hid himself in shadow.

Airek watched the wolf back away. He grinned as it slipped into the shadows. The smell of fear delighted him.

"Come out, little wolf. I won't hurt you. Much." He called, crouching down on his knees.

He took his hood off, allowing him to see much more. He had once had a bad experience with wolves, and now he hated them a lot. Lucky for him, though, the Soul Eaters said they needed any hunter he could find. Now, a wolf had appeared, as if fate had brought it to Airek. As it was there, it wouldn't hurt to take it; at least, it wouldn’t hurt him. Airek laughed at the thought, and realized he was laughing aloud. He stopped, and slowly took his bow. It was a simple one, but one that always managed to hit it's target. He stood up, and aimed an arrow in the wolf's direction.