I Wish it was the plague...(Setmi)

[luka]

Hell. That's what Luka would call this place. Although it was cool and there was no fire, this was hell. He hated living like this. In fear of everything that came his way. He wanted to change, he really did. Bruno...This was Bruno's fault! If his damn brother hadn't tortured him, he would still be in his birth pack. Sleeping near his mother and always having a full belly.

Huh! A full belly was what he needed now. He hadn't eaten in a few days. If he didn't eat today, he knew he would die. He might even eat a cat if it came by. Why couldn't Darla and Craig be alive? The old couple, who old in sight, thought he was a dog. They gave him the name Luka. The same name that was on the bone-shaped pendant on his collar.
'Why did they die? Why do humans have such short lifespans? They hardly live longer than a fly' Luka thought.

Suddenly, he held in a strangled groan. He couldn't go on anymore. He could feel his stomach tighten with each breathe he took. Luka lied on the ground. He was too weak to shift into his human form He couldn't take the pain if he did that. He would be dead before the sun rose. It was decided. No matter what, even though it pained him inside, he would devour the first thing that walked him today.

[setmi]

Setmi had started to question his decision to only venture outside at night. Sure, the sunlight was absolute hell on his skin and eyes, but that was sort of why he had gotten sunglasses and the large trench coat. The coat caused him to receive many an odd look, especially when one considered the heat. Of course, London's heat was nothing compared to that of Egypt's. He supposed he should probably try and blend into the populace better, but he just couldn't be bothered. He was a freak in every other aspect of his appearance; what was a few more double takes for his choice in clothing?

He trudged down the street, his mind turning over itself in an endless circle. He was questioning more then just his choice of when to wander the streets and his fashion. So far London had very little to offer him, and the family he had hoped to find in another pack was nowhere to be seen. Every other werewolf he had met was as alone as he was. It was more then just a little depressing to think about.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. It was then that something caught his eye. He frowned and walked closer, his mind not accepting what his eyes were seeing. At first glance he had thought that it was just another dead dog, but upon closer inspection he was shocked to see it was one of his own. He stopped where he was, about five feet from the wolf, and knelt down.

He wanted to stray closer, but he couldn't be sure about the state of mind the wolf was in. For all he knew, this was some pathetic attempt at a charade, but his kind were proud individuals, for the most part. They actively hunted, and would never allow a stranger to get so close. Yet there he was. "Are you alright?" Setmi asked softly.

[luka]

'No, no, no!!! Not a male! Luka whimpered in pain. Maybe this guys would just hurry up and kill him already. Luka truly didn't want to live anymore. This life was painful and cruel. Luka couldn't see the man, because he was on his left side. Luka was unfortunetly blind in his left eye and couldn't see who was talking to him. He could, without a doubt, tell it was a man.

Might as well see who his killer was. He craned his head. For a moment he wondered if his right eye went colorbling again. But it only did that when he was in bright light. Maybe this person was a ghost, a spirit from heaven, maybe...
'Just take me from here...Just take me and go...If you really are a ghost, spirit, whatever, just get it over with.

Realizing the voice was soft, not ragged like a normal man, Luka started to calm down. He thumped his tail against the ground. A pathetic way of wagging his tail. He wouldn't run, not that he could. He would just lay here. Maybe the ghost was his ticket to a human. Yes! Maybe he would take him to the vet and give him to humans! Luka tried to stand up but just flopped down again.

[setmi]

Setmi could see the tension in the other male once the wolf finally smelled his presence, lifting his head soon after to look at him before making a sad attempt at wagging his tail. His eyes narrowed in confusion as something glinted in the dim streetlights. "I'm not going to hurt you," Setmi said soothingly, dropping onto all fours as he crawled nearer to the wolf. The wolf tried to stand and Setmi winced when he simply fell back onto the ground.

Within touching distance now, Setmi was no longer worried about being attacked. The wolf was too weak to even stand. He kept his movements slow as he ran a comforting hand along the wolfs side, pausing as his hand came to rest on something around the furry neck. Leaning closer and hoping the wolf wouldn't lunge for his face in a last show of strength, Setmi inspected the collar around the wolfs neck.

"Now why would you be wearing one of these?" Setmi murmured, more speaking to himself then the wolf. His hands quickly found the tag that had caught his eye earlier as a glint in the dark and he squinted as he tried to make it out in the dimness. A wry smile twisted his lips and he dropped the tag. "Well Luka, let's see what the problem is, shall we?"

He ran his hands over the wolfs body, looking for the injury that rendered the werewolf so helpless. He grew more and more confused as he knocked yet another possibility off the list, until he cocked and eyebrow and sat back on his haunches. He gave Luka a worried look, because other then his blind eye, old scars and emaciation, he seemed otherwise healthy. "How in the gods names did you allow yourself to get so hungry?" He demanded, though he knew better then to expect an answer.

The collar and tag worried him. He had never heard of a werewolf that acted like a pet. Even in his years of staying in wolf form to be with Ahn, the thought to become a mere pet had never once crossed his mind. How any werewolf could allow themselves to be forced into such an act of servitude blew his mind. It seemed he might have found a bigger problem then he had initially thought.

[luka]

At the calming voice, Luka managed to at least sit upright. He licks his lips as he smelled a squirrel go by. If he was fit, he'd had eaten it. Just another small mammal skull to his odd collection. Luka gave a low moan in pain and leaned against Setmi. Even though it pained his body so much, he stood on all fours. Luka leaned forward into Setmi, like a young pup squirming against its mother's belly.

Luka figured this man wouldn't hurt him. He should at least show him he wasn't rabid or anyhting. Although he was taller than normal dogs, his form didn't really scream out 'I'm a lovable dog!' Luka sniffed Setmi, trying to figure out where he'd been. He smelled very, very odd. He couldn't describe it one bit. Well, it probably didn't matter, he wouldn't pry into the matter. All he needed was food and he'd be on his way...maybe.

'I didn't allow myself. They wouldn't let me eat!' Luka thought. He wished he could talk in this form, but talking in this form could be dangerous.

With his last ounce of strength, Luka licked Setmi's cheek then collapsed in his lap. No, he wasn't dead, he just couldn't move. What the hell was the difference anyway?



OCC: Sorry about the wait. Internet was down.

[setmi]

Setmi is slightly taken aback when the large wolf suddenly leans against him, knocking him back on his ass. He grunts and gives the young werewolf a reproachful look. "Easy there boy, take it easy," Setmi murmured, running his hands over the wolves head as he was smelled. Setmi could only begin to imagine the sorts of things he must smell like, and he wrinkled his nose at the scents that immediately came to mind. For Luka's sake, he hoped the wolf didn't search out the others Setmi had met.

He listened to the wolves whines and whimpers sympathetically. He had no idea what the wolf could be saying, but he was sure it was a real tear jerker. They all seemed to be. He blinked when the wolf licked him before collapsing in his lap. Good gods, he wasn't that light, starving or not!

He grunted with more feeling this time and wriggled from beneath the weak wolf, patting his flank. He stood and readjusted his boot, slipping it on properly, pulling his pants down to fully hide the prosthetic limb. "Wait here, I think I saw a coffee shop just around the corner," Setmi said, looking down at the wolf. "Try not to let anyone kick you while you're down, alright?"

With that, Setmi turned and walked quickly back the way he had come. He found the coffee shop and, with a curse and a prayer, broke in. His metal leg seemed to be made for kicking down locked doors, and he spared a thought of thanks toward the odd veterinarian who had made it for him. Once inside, he went into the kitchen and grabbed all the sandwich meat he could cram into his pockets, as well as a bag of bread and a bag of buns. A few packets of butter and a couple bottles of water and he was back out onto the street.

He hurried back around the corner to where he hoped the wolf still lay. It wouldn't do for his act of heroics to go unnoticed after all. Never mind that he had grabbed enough food to ensure he would be able to take most of it back home with him. Starving or no, the wolf wouldn't be able to eat it all.

[luka]

Luka drooled at the smell of food. At first, he thought Setmi had left or worse, went to get more wolves. That was the last thing he wanted right now. Even though he was in pain, Luka padded overto Setmi and started to devour the food. He didn't touch the bread, just the sandwhich meat. The bread was too dry for him, even if he was drooling everywhere. Although Setmi was kind enough to bring him food, Luka stared at him with his blind eye.

That was Luka's problem. To his brain, his left eye was dead, so Luka had no control over the dead eye. So sometimes it stared at people without blinking. Right now his blind was staring at Setmi, almost gazing at his soul. His right eye was too busy trying to make sure he didn't eat his own tongue.

After a few moments, Luka began to hack up a storm. He vomit up most of what he just ate. His stomach was too small too digest most of the food. He licked his lips in satisfaction. He was full, for now. Luka wagged his tail and jumped on Setmi, licking his face, drowning it with his saliva...and a bit of vomit...

He hoped Setmi realized what he just did. Anyone whi fed Luka knew he'd follow him home.

[setmi]

It was all Setmi could do to keep his hands and fingers from being devoured along with the food. He gave the wolf a reproachful look before pocketing the rest of the food, not caring that the bread was going to be squished beyond recognition. It would still be edible, at least.

He gazed down at the rail thin wolf for a moment, becoming uncomfortable under the unseeing scrutiny of the wolf's blind eye which had rolled up to look at him. He averted his gaze and looked around. They remained alone for the time being, though if other wolves were out stalking the night, they might be drawn by the smell of food.

Setmi started when the wolf threw up, unable to keep himself from wrinkling his nose in disgust. He opened his mouth to speak and found himself jumped on by the large wolf. Sputtering, he tried to shove the wolf off, turning his head as the tongue smeared saliva and vomit across his cheeks and nose and ugh, in his mouth. He managed to duck our from the wolf's mock-embrace and he stood a bit away, crossing his arms and glaring heftily.

"That's... beyond disgusting. But you're welcome," Setmi said with a slight scoff. His own tongue laved across his chin and then he blanched as he remembered just what he was tasting. He swore and wiped his mouth and tongue with one hand before wiping that on his pant leg. He gave the wolf a dirty look as he regained his composure. "Well... you're looking better. I'll leave you to it, then."

He sighed and turned to go. He was not about to get his hopes up; this was obviously just another lone wolf. London seemed to not understand the idea of a pack, or else he just had the worst luck in the world of going to the one city where werewolves remained more or less hidden. He had met only werewolves so far, and yet they were all without pack. It was unthinkable to him, that so many werewolves could be in one place and yet choose to remain alone.

[luka]

A full belly and a couple of more days to live was what Luka had. He didn't even care when Setmi shoved him away. He was happy, hell he was afraid his tail would fall off if it kept on wagging. He stared as Setmi spoke to him. He heard Setmi curse and instantly his tail went between his legs. He thought Setmi was angry with him for some reason. But he calmed down a little when Setmi kept talking to him.
"Well... you're looking better. I'll leave you to it, then."

'What?! No! You're not leaving me out here!' Luka thought in his scrambled head. Even as Setmi turned to leave, the thin wolf followed him. Even if he ran, Luka would track him by scent. In Luka's mind, anyone who fed him was nice. Okay this wasn't always true, but Luka's mind didn't think they way a normal mind was suppose to anyway.

The black and white wolf stopped to scratched behind his ear as he trailed the albino man. Now that he was fit for a while, Luka took a good look at the man. White hair, very pale skin, pink eyes...He somewhat reminded the poor wolf of a lab rat. The onea that are experimented on. Not saying that Setmi was grostique, but he did have plenty of scars. What in the heavens and hells happened to this man? For a split second, Luka thought it wise not to follow him...But his 'pet' mind wouldn't let him.

Maybe he'd just make sure Setmi got home or something. He'd rather not be alone for the most part. Might as well spend time with a stranger than be alone.