Feral Heart

Hey everyone, I'm an old member from the years of Yore. I'm coming back to say hello and I'm sad to see that Kovu still hasnt returned.Yet an update has rolled out, im honestly interested in coming back.

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Kazuma was staring out the window from his seat at the back of the class as he often does with his music in his ears drowning out the world outside. He was staring at a butterfly that lands on the windowsill every so often. Inside his classrom the students were chatting with one another happily, but he wasnt much of a talkative PERSON. Out of the corner of his vision he noticed the other students packing up their bags, so he decided to do the same. When he bent over to pick up his bag from underneath his chair one of his earbuds fell out and he heard the teacher speaking
"-doesn't show up gets an F!" She said in a cheerful voice. He starts searching teh board to see if anything on there could explain what she is talking about, but it had just recently been erased. So he decided to ask his classmate instead
"Hey Tomoki." Tomoki is one of the few PEOPLE that Kazuma can call his friend he was short with blond hair and green eyes
"Yah man?" his voice was a little higher than average "Need something?" Kazuma leans in a bit closer so his teacher wont hear him
"I wasn't paying attention," he explains with a puzzled look on his face, "what are we showing up to?" Tomoki gives him a wide smirk and teases
"Thinking about Kurumi again!?" Kurumi had been Kazuma's childhood friend since kindergarden.
"As if man!" he flicks Tomoki upside the head, "But seriously, I have no idea where we are supposed to go"
"Oh right, the teacher is taking us to Kyoto tomorrow, were supposed to meet up by the track." It's right about then that the school bell rang and the class errupted into chaos, those with clubs were out the door at mach speed, everyone else was just trying to not get trampled. Since they were on the first floor Kazuma decided to just go out the WINDOW
"Later Tomoki!" He gave is friend a half-hearted wave and then started off towards the front of the school, it was a long walk home and he had to use the rest-room.
As he was washing his hands he took a look in the mirror, Kazuma is slightly taller than average with dirty blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Upon closer inspection he noticed that there was something carved on the wall behind him "H T A E D" death. As part of the student COUNSEL it is his job to keep the campus clean.
"Why couldn't they have just used sharpie like a normal person?" he groaned as he pulls out his cell phone and dials the custodian. After four rings the other end picks up
"Hello?" his voice was raspy and worn out. It must be the old night janator. I can't make the old man fix a wall he thought to himself.
"Oh sorry, wrong number!" he swiftly hit the end button and put away his cell phone and began walking out of the bathroom, but he didnt reach to door before his cellphone rang agin. He picked up on the third tine "Hello?"
"Hello sir, is this Kazuma Atsushi?" his voice sounded sad and very worn down
"Yes sir it is, may I ask who is calling?" his response was swift, making his next words all the more believable
"I'm detective Tachibana. I'm afraid theres been a murder.... Your parents are dead." The words cut into him like blades of ice, his whole body went numb, the phone dropped from his hand. And he couldn't help but look at the words carved into wall. After gathering his phone he ran as fast as he could, bringing himself to exahstion.
When he finally arived at his home the entire building was a smoldering pile of rubble. A man he assumed was detective Tachibana approached him and began speaking, but none of the words were reaching them, all he could do was stare at the building and the body bags. There were two of them, one for his father and one for his mother....
"Wait, where's my sister!?" he looked back and forth, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"You have a sister?" the man looked at him as if he had gone mad but instead of arguing he pull out his wallet and grabbed the photo of his familly on it was a picture of his younger sister, her hair a firey red tied in twintails with white ribbons her eyes a reddish brown to match her hair
"That's my sister, is she okay?!" the detective looked at him and just shook his head
"These are the only two we found, I'm sorry." the detective grabbed ahold of his shoulder and said, "But dont worry, we have a place for you to live. From now on you will be living at Blue Cross Orphanage!"

Please note that this is a character design for a HUMAN story that i am writing, but please feel free to use her as a wolf character if you see fit. And if you liked my character please be sure to smash that +Floof button for me!  

Reiko is a 16 year old High school student who lives alone after watching her parents brutal death. she has dark blue hair silverey eyes and an A-Cup chest. Since being exposed to such a dark reality Reiko tends to stay isolated, she locks herself away in the art room when ever it isnt being used and she paints many beautiful paintings, one of her most famous is a drawing of a dark black butterfly with bright blue bottom wings  and blue circles on the upper wings (is a real butterfly) which is held in the schools trophy case. Most students avoid the art room and Reiko because many claim that she is a ghost. she has a tendancy to walk in the rain without an umbrella and thus she sometimes walks around with wet clothing. she harbers a brutal hatred for most of man kind, but she hates adults most of all, she sees them as "Tainted people who find joy in bringing others misery". She rarely speaks to anyone, and when she does it is usually just to tell them to leave her alone, her voice is beautiful almost hypnotic to the ear, deep for a womans yet seductive in tone. She has been living all on her own for three years now and sleeps at a local Orphanage, though she only goes there from midnight to 8 AM the rest is spent on school grounds (they dont lock the gates because the headmaster would hate to leave her stranded outside the school) She often pushes people away becasue she doesnt want to be hurt ever again, even if that means that she has shout. but if one insists on being in the art room she cannot bring herself to say no. She is very mature for her age and acts like a 30 year old.

Karnon, the "Master of the Earth". what a joke, he was no hero, he was no savior, he was a monster! He has the power to completely manipulate the earth, vines, any type of plantlife, but the one catch, is that his powers drive him to the brink of insanity. I've seen him use it, my mother, my father, they were being assaulted, nearly murdered, when suddenly a dark vine impaled the assailants..... but then... instead of asking if we were alright, he opened a rift below my parents and murdered them. His fur was a dark black, with radiant green eyes, and when his powers were unleashed, green celtic symbols glow upon his fur. No one but I have seen his face and survived, he is a monster, and does not want to socialize, he will Kill you, do not trust him.

Prologue (So before we start, if you haven't read the character bios for the listed names please do so.) Within the dark forests of An'teros, there are seven packs of pure sin, each just as terrible as the one before. They all fight for one creature, an immortal being that has nearly no fighting power within him but has been known to heal any wound simply by touching them. For many years they have fought, seeking immortality, but such a gift does not come free! Since he was bestowed his power, Decay has felt nothing but pure wretchedness from all of those who surround him. The story begins in the pride pack, one of the most powerful packs of them all, mainly due to Decay's power.


Chapter OneIt was dark, that was all he could think of through the unbearable pain. He could remember strange thing about his life, he remembered hymns that his mother used to sing to him as a child, but most else was a blank. but he could remember one thing, one thing that was very important My name...... what is it? He racked his brain, constantly on the tip of his tongue. He looked up, or at least, what he thought was up, and he could see little sparkling dots upon the horizon, he realized that it was night, which explains why he couldn't see. He attempted to walk, and found that his legs would hold him, but were very weak. Where am I? was all that he could think at the moment, he was in a completely new place, so different from the strangely twisted landscape of his home. He heard a rustling, and noticed that he was no longer alone. Three wolves emerged from the brush, two of them dragging a wolf who was badly wounded, his throat  gashing blood, the mark of a Gnasher. How do I know what that is? He had so many questions, and no answer to accompany them. Without thinking he approached the wolves, and the immediately rose their hackles.
"S-stay back!" the wolf who spoke seemed young, much younger than him, and he seemed scared.
Forgetting that he had the ability to speak he spoke up "I do not seek to harm you, I just want to help." his voice was rough, almost painful to hear, like he wasn't used to talking.
The other wolf spoke up this time "Yea'? And Whaht can Ye' do fer him eh!?" his voice had a thick accent to it and was smooth on the ears.
He couldn't really explain it himself, but he felt like he HAD to save him, and that he had the power to do so "I-I Don't really know, but I feel like I could help" he paused for a moment. "Please?"
It was the foreign wolf that spoke up, obviously the one respected more "A'ight, Ye' have tree minutes, if Ye' don't save him, I'mma skin you live!" He said this with a grin, knowing full well that the wolf was long dead, and only allowing this to feed his own blood lust.
He walked up to the dead wolf's corpse, and touched his wet nose to the corpse's dry one. What happened next cannot be truly explained; the spilled blood began to literally flow backing into his throat, then the neck began to seal back up, but as this was happening, the brave wolf who offered to save him began to have his own throat opening, as if by magic, then when the dead wolf finally was whole again, he began to stir, just as the blood began to flow out of the courageous wolf. He convulsed on the floor for about twenty minutes, then his own would healed, and he returned to consciousness.
The formerly dead wolf was looking over him, not one emotion shown by his face. "What is your name?" His voice was cold steel, betraying no emotion.
This was a question he had asked himself many times, but a single word floated in his mind, and he chose that for his name. "My name is Decay" His scratchy voice making the name sound almost sinister.
"Well 'Decay'" began the wolf "My name is Ska'lun and you shall be our honored guest!"
The two wolves from before grabbed him and dragged him for what seemed to be miles, then he was thrown into a stone cage, in which he gave up on the life he lived, and fell into a deep sleep that lasted for five days.

Thank you all for your support on reading this, this is only a chapter for my first character Decay, I already have two other coming soon (Guardian and Agony) and plan on releasing many in the future, this is only chapter one of Decay's story, it will continue. Please leave your comments bellow!