The World

Smoke billowed from the chimney of the town, dark blackened smoke that went against nature, not to mention the houses themselves, when he'd been younger these lands were farms and trees but now stood this monstrosity of a town. From atop the hill where Valko stood, watching down over the Humans, the sound of hooves and carriages, Humans bickering among themselves and children squealed, some with delight, others fear, no one paid attention to another. Valko's lip curled in a snarl of disgust, the damage they had done to the land, the senseless need to own and destroy... he was a Djöfull Úlfur, he knew all about the desire to fight, even kill but the Human's did more, they didn't stop, they held no control over themselves, they destroyed more then needed for fruitless reasons. A deep rumble sounded in his chest, Valko's claws retracting from his paws, scratching at the dying soil beneath him he gave a push, turning from the sight that angered him so he pushed his paws forward, strong muscled legs eating up the ground as his paws padded down the path. Wolves were a commonality around these parts and the large Djöfull Úlfur were a scary story to tell their children, Valko often the most common cause of that, he felt cornered by his father's rules and worse was his father's insistence that Human's weren't evil, that the Human form within was a part of the Djöfull Úlfur, Valko saw it only as a weakness.

Running down the dirt road a loud shot rang out a sting streaking over his shoulder blade, ears laid flat against his skull Valko shifted his head, seeing two Human's in the distance; the latest invention in the Western Lands, this gun. The Djöfull Úlfur had learned of the damage enough of these 'guns' could do. With a vicious growl Valko spun, facing the Human's with their contraption. Blood trickled on his shoulder, matting in his snow white fur, it was a small knick of a wound, Valko saw red, his eyes hazing over with anger. Leaping into a run the large wolf darted side to side as he ran at the stunned men who were hurriedly trying to reload their guns, before firing again, but the inhuman strength of the Djöfull Úlfur allowed Valko to push all his strength into his run. As soon as he was within distance Valko leapt, his jaws clamping around the nearest Human as their screams filled him, the other torn between loading his weapon and running away, as Valko's jaw clamped at the Human's throat and shook the other Human turned to run... he barely took two steps before Valko jumped, clamping onto the Human's leg. Throwing the pathetic man like a rag doll, blood welled and dripped from his mouth and stained his fur.
"Valko!" The stern command echoed in Valko's mind but the white wolf paid no heed, jumping upon the crawling, screaming Human. "Leave him!" Tarolf's voice echoed with with order but Valko was lost in his kill until he felt the strong jaw on the back of his neck, tossing him back like a pup.

She has been drifting between the realm of the living and the void of sleep where she had been dreaming of a wolf in her dreams.
In her dream she stood face to face with a young white wolf whose eyes are the colour which she does not see among the local wolves of her forest. It was unusual for her as her first instict would be to run away as wolfs are the predators but all she felt was a sense of calm and recognition in that dream.
However the harsh whisper of her mother, Freya, woke her up from her asleep.
"Wake up Luyu! Much work needs to be done" was all she said before she left the tent allowing sunlight to stream in and forcing Luyu to wake up from her slumber.

She got up stretching herself to allow blood to work on her muscles then she fixed her bed before washing herself. Once she was prepared and ready to venture out for the day's adventure she was already bombarded with the tasks from her mother. To her it seemed as if it was an endless line of chores waiting to be done, whenever she would complain her mother would chastises her by saying "you have come of age, its time to stop being a child and do some womanly duties. You need to train to be a wife, don't forget you are the chief's daughter".
She didn't mind the whole wife training but to remind her about her position within the village wasn't welcomed as she would remember Gunnar, one of the village men and the best warrior of the tribe. He was power thirsty and arrogant, the kind she didn't want to be associated with as she hated how he twisted her tribes ways as well as how he lived his life.

She didn't mind him when both of them were young as he seemed friendly to her but as soon her appearance changed the people in the village,especially the men, changed their attitude towards her as if they were suddenly reminded that she was the daughter of the chief and that if you marry her you'll become the next chief. Gunnar joined that kind of group but he wasn't the pleasing type as these past few days he seemed cold and angry at her.

Discarded on the ground Valko pushed himself up, finding himself face to face with his father's wolf, Valko was tall but his father stood taller, the tallest of all the pack.
"Move! Back home! NOW!" Tarolf ordered and Valko's aqua blue eyes stared down his father's green but then the power of the Alpha was strong and Valko cringed against the power his father imposed. With a grunt Valko gave a shake of his head, trying to dispel the power that lingered in his mind, turning away and running over the field towards their pack lands. It was a justified kill, the Human's deserved it, they all deserved it, they should all be killed... Valko gave a growl and kicked up the speed, a slight limp from the knick on his shoulder, it was small and the skin would fuse back together in his next shift; if he ever shifted again.

Running across the moors away from the town, the pack of Djöfull Úlfur owned the lands and had done for centuries, it was the only thing that saved them from the destruction of Humans. The Djöfull Úlfur had built a small rural village but it was still visited by Humans, worse Tarolf allowed it. Djöfull Úlfur in Human form dotted about near their homes, looking at the blood stained wolf with an almost pitied look, that was a bad sign. A streak of tan blurred passed Valko and spun to face him, his father's large form coming face to face with his son, a strength and power in the wolf that told Valko just how angered his father was. In a rippling movement bones cracked and altered until a tall older gentleman stood, naked, before Valko; a normality in the Djöfull Úlfur world and certainly nothing to become flustered over.
"By the Gods Valko, what were you thinking!" Tarolf's voice was thick with power and anger, his green eyes shone.
"I was attacked!" Valko growled out, taking advantage of the mental link that the Alpha shared with his pack. "I defended myself!
"I heard the shot, I saw that but you are faster Valko, you should of run" Tarolf shot back at his son, his arms crossing over his chest angrily.
"Run from a fight?! Weakness" The white wolf pulled his lips up over his teeth and snarled, blood still dripping from his mouth.
"They were frightened villagers Valko. They were scared of a huge wolf on their lands. You have no one but yourself to blame, their death was unnecessary"
"They are destructive evil creatures"
"They say the same of us" Tarolf countered, easily before he shook his head with a sigh. "Valko we are both wolf AND Human, we are not our strongest until you embrace both"
"I will NEVER accept the Human. They are destructive and weak beings who use trickery to get what they want" Valko's snarl grew into a full out growl.
"Valko you have endangered this pack for the last time..." An eerie power kept into the air and he felt foreboding as he released something big was about to happen. "Until you learn to accept what you are, what a Djöfull Úlfur truly is you are banished from this pack..." Tarolf almost looked saddened for a second before his expression hardened again.
"Banished? No!" Valko stepped back, falling to the ground in shock, banishment. Tarolf's hardened features softened some, his power relenting some but Valko knew it was done, the Alpha's will fulfilled, his link to the pack weakened.
"Son, you must realise who you are. What a Djöfull Úlfur truly is. Until then I suggest you get away, explore lands further east" And with that Tarolf turned away, walking from his kneeling son.

Valko felt numb, he couldn't stand the looks of the pack... his ex-pack, staring at him in pity and shame. The bloodied wolf had run from the village, run away like the devil was on his heels.

'Splash'
She dropped the clothes she was meant to wash out of frustration as she wasn't used to doing this yet, she rested for awhile by the riverside where other women were also doing their washing as well as minding their kids who were playing in a field across from the small river.
Luyu envied the kids, she wished she was young as she would have the freedom to run about with no worries or care. As she mused about these thoughts a mischievous thought came to her head as she quickly glanced left to right then at her barely done washing before running down stream, walking across a loose log which became stuck between the stones and the next thing she knew she was in the woods.
Her favourite, her home and a place where she felt one with herself.
Feeling the giddiness within her she felt a sudden urge to run through the pine forest until she was out of breath. She did so and as she ran she could feel branches scratching her face, mud splattered on her legs, her hair tangling in the wind, she didn't care as she felt so free. Soon enough she stopped slowly and finally halted, she bent down and was gasping for air as she enjoyed the run. However an unexpected masculine voice ruined that peace she was feeling as she was surprised to hear it. She whipped around to see who the intruder was as he gave her a fright.
"What are you doing here?' asked Grunnar furiously,
It was him and she did not like his expression right now.

"What are doing here?" asked Grunnar, this time his voice came out with forced patience.
Luyu hesitantly moved away from him as his appearance wasn't pleasing to see. She stood up straighter to show she wasn't afraid of him and then replied in a 'why-do-you-care- voice,
"Just taking a break" she replied,
"You were slacking off from you're duties" spat Grunnar venomously as he slowly walked towards her,
"I wasn't! There's nothing wrong about taking a rest after doing a hard days work",
He scoffed "What rest requires a run through the forest and you barely did any washing anyway",
She was about to retort back but what Grunnar just said made her pause and re evaluate what he just said...she wondered as to why he knew she was running especially to this place and...how he KNEW about the washing she did.
'He must have followed me' she concluded as she watched his actions like a cautious person afraid to be caught in the act. Then she asked him,
"How did you know I was running? How did you know about the washing?" she demanded as she watched Grunnar inspecting a low hanging branch.
He tutted at her "You ask too many questions, a dutiful wife shouldn't ask too many. She is seen not to be heard"
"I'm nobody's wife-" she began but Grunnar cut across her "YET" he snapped as he broke of the branch. He walked towards her until they were face to face.
"What are you going to do with that branch?" she asked him as she watches him raise it to his eye level'"Oh, I'm just going to help out your future husband" he said offhandedly "By disciplining you first"

Then he hit her.

"Why did Grunnar hit me!?" Asked Luyu to herself in disbelief as she sat there crossed legged on the floor with her back exposed to Saga, her grandmother. Saga hummed to show that she was listening to her granddaughter ranting while she applied a healing paste for her wounds.
"I mean he doesn't have be that sensitive if I just go for a stroll" continued Luyu as she remembered the 'greeting' they both received when they got back to the village camp. The whole tribe were there as they gazed on at them and at the front she could see her parents looking worried for some reason, her mother was holding the laundry basket and the clothes inside were ripped into pieces while her father, the village chief, look glad that she was safe.
Grunnar gently handed her over to the father and Saga then exclaimed out loud "Chief, I have saved your daughter from the vicious beasts that dwell in the forest!".
The tribe let out a war cry and Grunnar was immediately swallowed up by the crowd giving him thanks as well as compliments. Luyu knew they were all lies but still she doesn't understand why he did that.
Saga finished up bandaging the wounds and looked at Luyu who looked grumpy and miffed about the whole affair.
"Why don't you go for a walk dear? That'll clear your head" suggested Saga,
Luyu looked at her gratefully and got up to hug her "Yeah you're right Grandma, maybe a walk will clear my head" said Luyu before she walked out of the tent.

Running that was all Valko could do, his own father had betrayed him, cast him aside without a second thought... no that was not true, even Valko could not deny the flash of pain he'd seen in Tarolf's eyes as he banished Valko; despite that Valko still disagreed with his father's disregard of the Human's and their actions against their kind. Paws padding against the ground, head low his blue eyes fixed on the horizon. Veering around towns he approached to avoid detection and he refused to stop, pushing himself harder and harder. Slowly the distance between towns grew further, until they grew smaller and eventually he only came across the occasional village or hamlet. Fresh green fields darkened and the air chilled until Valko found himself slowly to a stop a top a small hill; looking out he could see the trees thickening before him, mountains standing in the distance and a snow filtered down in the distance. A different world beyond, forests and nature stretched out, no Humans in sight. The perfect world for him.

Throwing himself into a run again Valko weaved his way through trees and over streams, following a small dirt path towards the mountains before him until he found his way to the pass through the mountains, winding rocky paths that were not fit for Humans to travel up. The strong white wolf leapt up the paths, following and climbing his way up over the pass; by the time he reached the the other side Valko was panting with exertion and his muscles were taught. He'd been running for days now and it was starting to catch up with his body at last but the view that greeted him was amazing, mountain seemed to circle around a great forest, tree thick and covered the lands only small clearings seemed visible with rivers cutting their way through. No thick black jets of poisonous smoke or destructive Human's tearing things apart. Snow covered the grounds and the cold bristled through his fur.

After working his way down the mountain side Valko walked through the dense trees, his paws crunched in the snow softly as he took in a deep breath, the scents in the air new and crisp to him, fresh and natural. The large white wolf walked until he came across a slow flowing river, stopping he stared down into the crystal blue waters that reflected back the image of a large wolf, white fur tainted with dried blood, he had yet to wash since he'd fled, sapphire eyes staring at himself. He was alone now, now that he had stopped running it really struck him, the weight of what had happened. Wolves were pack animals and a Djöfull Úlfur needed a pack around them, those that were banished and wandered alone often slowly went insane until they became either rabid and wild and needed to be put down, or they went so crazy with loneliness they sought their own death, if they didn't change their ways and beg their pack to take them back. Valko was unsure which way he was going to go. Lapping at the water Valko drank up thirstily, as soon as he felt sated he lifted himself up, rolling himself in the snow he rubbed the blood stains off his fur. Lying on the ground his stomach grumbled, food had been far from his mind but now everything was starting to catch up with him, tiredness, hunger and the realisation that he was alone started to creep up on him.