A Rogue's Way of Life

Chapter 1

Not everyone can see the beauty of nature like she can. The soft colours that fit together like a puzzle and the fluffy white clouds that decorate the noticeable bright blue sky. The light breeze sings as animals communicate through their language, not a single sign of wrath to be found.

That is until a light blur races by causing the surrounding animals to scatter, all noise cut off. Followed by more blurs who threatened the lighter toned blur, they raced about not caring about who's territory they're in, if any. The sounding of paws resonates throughout the large covered forest, all other animals not daring to leave their hiding places.

The various blurs soon become raging wolves, five chasing a single female who dared not to look back. Her body pumping adrenaline through her veins making her mindset push her faster. She didn't want to be here with five raging wolves chasing after her, for only a misunderstanding. She was young when this life was thrown at her and she's barely survived up until this point where she could possibly die.

She didn't want to die. Not until she met her mate but that goal has become a far-off dream of her's which may never come true. She continues to push herself, thorns and tree limbs pushing past her fur and cutting into her skin. The sounds of feral growls push her to go even faster before a tree limb cuts her off causing her legs to tangle themselves and push her down a steep hill, pointed rocks digging into her flesh.

Various thorny vines wrap around her small wolf as she continues to tumble down the hill. The five wolves stop at the top of the hill watching as her form continues to take a beating from the rough nature. They watch as her form rolls a bit from the hill before stopping, the iron scent filling the air.

They watch her for a few more seconds before letting out satisfied growls and walk away from the she-wolf. The she-wolf's form lays unmoving, hardly even breathing from the fall. This definitely wasn't what she planned. All she wanted was some meat but apparently the deer she wanted was already claimed by those five wolves.

This was the life of a rogue. All it takes is one mistake that could leave you dead in seconds. The adrenaline leaves her body causing the nullifying pain to erupt from her entire form. She wants to whimper and whine but even breathing seems like to much work. Vines are wrapped around her form with branches sticking out from some parts of her body.

Leaves and mud cover her fur making her look like a dirty brown, her eyes blurred with tears and dirt. Her body shifts slightly only for her to yelp in pain as a cemented rock pokes out from her flesh, blood pouring out little by little. Her tongue pokes out allowing the taste of dirt to filter through. She knows it won't be any use since she's slowly dying but she figures if she's dying, she can die trying.

Gathering as much air as she could, she lifts her head up slightly and howls as loud as she can. Birds scatter due to the sudden noise, allowing frightened chirps to leave their beaks. She stops when her lungs begin burning but gathers air and howls again.

Heads turn as they hear the pained filled howl, one man running to gather help and another shifting to howl back. She stops when she realizes that she can hardly breath, the two howls taking everything out of her. Black dots fill her vision as her ears shift slightly.

She closes her eyes just as a howl rings back. Her ear twitches when she barely catches the howl, ringing filling her ears. Her breathing become softer and quieter signaling death is near. Once again a howl rings out of but it seems different in tone, and closer.

Knowing it's now or never, she howls like she never howled before. The group of wolves that were gathered by a higher-ranking wolf waits for a response, their eyes drifting everywhere as they attempt to take in an unusual smell. A few seconds pass before they hear it, the loud and pained filled howled which becomes quieter very quickly.