Child of Propchecy
There is a world...Outside of ours. Out of sight, out of mind. It hides behind masks and tangled myth...but now.... the rules will change.... and 2 worlds...will collide.
"GYAAAAAAAAA...ungh....AAARgh..." Shouted a female wolf in pain. The thunder rolled outside of the damp cave. Clashes of lightening flashed before the entrance as she lay on the ground, grasping tight to her mates hand. "V...Vincent...it hurts!" Tyra panicked.
" Don't worry love. Just keep pushing" Vincent comfortingly said. As unexpected as it was, the two wolves were bringing a new life into there world. With one final push, and howl in pain, Tyra's head flopped on the rocky ground, exhausted.
Vincent grabbed a nearby bushel of leaves, and gently whipped away the amniotic fluids covering the child. Smiling down at it, Vincent checked its gender. Holding the baby close to his chest passionately, he wrapped even more leaves around it, whispering " Oh... my son."
Vincent kneeled down beside his love, raising her head gently to see the newborn boy. Tyra looked in surprise as she counted out her son's features. " A human body...human eyes.... human everything...h...how?" Tyra silently asked in a bit of disappointment. Upon cradling the child in her arms, the leaves that covered his head fell to the ground, revealing a pair of brown ears on top of his head, as a small tan and white tail slid from the lower patch of leaves covering his lower body. Finally, the baby yawned, revealing a sharp fang on each side of his upper jaw.
As Vincent allowed Tyra's head to rest upon his chest, he looked down at his mate with a smirk on his face. " So... what shall we name him?"
Tyra looked down at her son, thinking for a second, she said quietly " ...Luka. Luka Ein Broek." The young baby, named Luka, began to nibble on the tip of his left ear innocently.
Suddenly, Vincent's ears perked up. His teeth began to show as a growl formed in his throat. In a panic, he commanded Tyra to hide Luka... and fast. Tyra ran as far from the cave as possible. Finally, she came upon a birch tree with a hollow in it. As she snuggly patched a bed of leaves on the inside, she tucked her newborn son into the hollow, leaving just enough room for his face to show. A shiver ran down Tyra's back as she heard Vincent howl loudly in the distance.
Running as fast as her legs could carry her, jumping over fallen branches and small streams, Tyra finally arrived back at the cave. A terrible sight had befallen her, for there, in the silence of the stones and stalactites that hung from the ceiling, lay her love; his throught cut. As a trail of blood ran towards Tyra's foot, she stood in shock at the figure that stood before her.
"Hmhmhm... why, hello, Tyra... Long time no see," said the figure, as it stepped from the shadows. Before the shocked and scared wolfess, stood a white tiger dressed in a black and green kimono; a katana in his right hand.
Tyra standard, backing into a corner in fear " A...Akuma...but how? Vincent did away with you." As Akuma ran his finger across a giant scar the lengthened his whole mid section, he smirked, laughing.
"Hmhmhm. That pitiful excuse for a brother of mine wouldn't know how to properly wield a blade if his life depended on it. A point which I have made quite clear" he stated, looking over at Vincent's corps from the corner of his eye. Akuma turned his head calmly back towards Tyra "now there's the matter of you..." he said, holding his right elbow in the palm of his left hand as he pointed to her non- chalantly. Tyra feel into the feeble position against the cold wall. Akuma punched his fist into the wall beside Tyra's head as he growled evilly " were...is...the CHILD?"
The stunned female wolf tried to play it off. " W...what child?" Akuma leaned in closer to her face till she could feel his breath on her neck. He growled,
" You've tried my patience, bitch! Tell me were it is, NOW!" Tyra remained silent. She was more than willing to give her life for the small chance that her son might live on, even without parents.
Convinced that Tyra would not talk, a grin formed over his muzzle, and an evil sheen crossed his yellow piercing eyes. "Well then..." he stated as he stood up. "If your not going to tell me...then I might as well have some fun with you before I end your life". Akuma slowly slid his kimono off his shoulders, revealing his slender, muscular form. The head of his shaft was already peaking. He slowly began to walk towards her. A scream could be heard echoing threw the forest quickly after.
As the night grew thicker, and the sounds of the evening grew louder, there, laying in the hollow of the old birch tree, slept baby Luka, still covered in leaves as his tiny tail wrapped around his right leg. Only fate knew what would become of the small child, as he slumbered peacefully, his existence unknown to the rest of the world.