Raven Wolf - Origins - Shiya - Chapter 02 by Kurapika < Submission

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Chapter Two
The Metal Fortress

“The True Bloods took me far from the place that I called home, I cried and shivered most of the way, I was cold and alone and I wanted to go back home to my family and friends, I did not know where I was going or if I would ever see my parents again, and as things turned out I never did see them again, my father beaten and facing punishment for trying to over throw our chieftain while my birth mother cried as she watched was the last image I ever had of them.

The True Blood colony is where I spent my growing years, this place a large city of iron and metal that existed beneath the ground, the fortress feeling colder to me than the village of snow I had lived in as a young child. I hated living there, of course the True Bloods that lived there hated it as well, but they had no choice to but live in a place like this if they wanted to remain alive in the reborn world.

When I lived in this place it was under the care of Diaz, who as I understood never left the True Bloods fortress because he could never get the permission needed to leave. It was no wonder either, as he was possibly the most vile person that I had ever met, even the True Bloods thought him unfavorable, so much so that they never let him leave the fortress, as they did not want someone like him representing their race.”

“What is this beast you have brought into my house?”

Shiya sits on the ground, his small body trembling in fear, those not exactly the most inspiring words to hear from the man that was going to look after him after being taken away from his tribe and parents.

He slowly looks around him, the house he was in filled with all kinds of things he had never seen before and could not even begin to understand the purpose of, the floor lined with carpets of red and gold covered with furniture of ivory white, this colour combination actually very bright and rather tacky to behold.

Aside from the rich decor there other thing that stood out in man’s house, these were the pet dogs. Dozens of little dogs of all kinds filled the room, perched on sofas or laying in fancy little beds. Their hair and fur all different from each other, some as fluffy as clouds, some whose fur was so long it practically dragged on the floor, all of them well groomed with most of them having little bows in their fur to help decorate them. One thing was for sure, these strange looking and frail little dogs would not stand a day among the cold that Shiya came from, even if you tried to snuggly store them away in the village.

The True Blood that had brought Shiya to this place tries to reason with his cousin who was right now sitting back on a large white sofa while petting one of the small dogs that was sitting on his lap. “Come now Diaz, you owe me a favour and its best you pay me back already. You like dogs don’t you?”

Diaz lets out distasteful grunt. “This is not a dog, this is a beast. Half dog, half man, why it’s just a disgusting thing, and look at his fur, that is the coat of a beast that sheds its fur. Creatures that leave their old fur around my house are most certainly not welcome, even when they are dogs.”

“Half dog, half man, why he should be perfect for you, from what I understand you like the company of both.”

“That does not mean I would combine the two! Honestly, what kind of person do you take me for?”

“One that owes me a favour that he promised to uphold when the time I asked it of you came to pass.”

The snobbish cousin lets out any annoyed and whiny groan. “Yes, well, if I would have known you would be bringing a little beast in my house I wouldn’t have so casually said that.”

“All you need do is keep him alive, that’s it.” He holds his hands out to Shiya. “He’s your favorite colour.”

“I already have four white dogs that are much more pleasant to look at then that thing.”

The True Blood continues to try and convince his cousin. “He’s small you’ll barely know he’s here.”

“Look at him, clearly he’s a child, meaning that he will grow and will not be so small, also if the thing is shedding fur about my house it would hardly make him unnoticeable.”

“Then chain him up outside in the yard with your guard dogs, it doesn’t matter to me what you do with him just keep him alive.”

“They’re not ‘guard’ dogs, they are hunting dogs.”

“I’ve never seen them leave the fortress to hunt.”

“It’s what their breed was made for it doesn’t mean they actually do it!” Diaz lets out a sigh of defeat. “Fine, but don’t expect I will ever be kind enough to offer you a favour again, not after this monstrosity of a mess.” He looks down toward Shiya. “Put the beast out in the yard with the hunting dogs.”

The True Blood that had brought Shiya to this place looks over to him. “Come on dog.”

Shiya frowns as he back and forth from either of the men. “My name is not Dog! And it’s not Beast ether!! So stop calling me these things. My mother me Shiya after her sister! It’s an important name and it’s what everyone back home calls me, even my father who didn’t like the name at first!”

Diaz seems horrified with what had just happened. “The beast knows how to talk!?”

“Regrettably he does, but with the right discipline I’m sure that he can be trained not to.” He walks over to Shiya picking him up under his arm and taking him out of the house, where he throws him to the ground in the so called yard of his cousin’s house. “Don’t cause trouble for my cousin.” He takes his leave from the property, the iron gate sliding open for him and then shutting and locking behind him.

Shiya pushes himself off of the ground, he slowly looking at his surrounds and taking in where he was. The so called yard he had been placed in already held three large dogs within it, the three of them cramped in this area as the yard was less than half the size of the room he had been in while in the house.

He looks from the dogs and out toward the tall fence of iron that surrounded the property, all other homes like this one built in the same way, it looking as if dozens of square iron buildings were being imprisoned.

He looks down to the ground beneath him, it made out of the same metal as the fence and house, Shiya turning his head up, even the sky was made of metal.

Shiya runs up to the iron fence, it too tall to jump over, the metal too smooth to climb, the gaps between the metal bars too small for even someone as little as him to get through. He struggles to try and shake the bars, they much to secure in place for even very large wolves like his father to try and move out of place.

The young wolf lets out a rather pitiful whimper as he backs away from the fence, it pretty clear to even someone as young as him that he was trapped here, and that his stay within this place was going to be miserable.

He sobs as he begins to cry loudly. “I want to go home!! I want to go back home to mother, father and Adina!!”

The people that walk among the roads between the metal houses all start to look towards him, the noise he was making loud and echoing through the large metal city, the crying becoming worse and more noisy as he continued. “I want to go back home! I want to go back home!”

The larger dogs that are in the yard begin to whimper at the noise he is making, they one by one approaching him curiously to see why he was making such noise. Shiya’s crying growing louder as it continued.

The door to Diaz’s house opens, Diaz storming through it with his face red in anger and an iron rod gripped tightly within his hands. “Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!”

The other dogs in the yard let out fearful yelps and whimpers as they all run away with their tails between their legs, they not as inexperienced as Shiya was in such a situation, all of them knowing what would happen when their master stormed toward them while clenching that dreaded iron rod in his hands.

Diaz comes to a stop next to Shiya, swinging his arm at him and hitting the small wolf with the thin iron rod that he carried, Shiya letting out a yelp of pain and shock as he tries to run back from him, Diaz grabbing onto his ear holding and keeping Shiya in place, swinging the rod he held and striking the boy a second and then a third time.

He grabs on to Shiya’s muzzle holding it shut before he can start crying once again. “Not another sound from you beast! Pets that can’t keep quiet are punished until they listen! Do you understand!?”

He lets go of Shiya, Shiya falling on his hands and knees as he begins moving back from him, his whole body sore, his side and back where he had been hit stinging in pain. “Yes...”

Diaz swings the rod down at Shiya striking him again. “Beasts stay quiet when they’re outside, they don’t cry, howl, whine or bark, and they certainly do not speak! A good beast responds with silent obedience and nothing more!”

Shiya doesn’t say anything, Diaz continuing with his rules. “Beast will stay outside with the dogs, you will walk like them, eat the same food as them, sleep among them and follow the same rules as them! And if you dare to bite or hurt them I will beat you within an inch of your life!! Do you understand!?”

Shiya’s back hits the metal side of the house, he not able to back up any further, the pup pressing his body against the house while cowering as low to the ground as possible, nodding his head in response while fighting hard with himself not to make a single sound or noise

Diaz turns from him making his way back to his square house, the door sliding open to let him in and then shutting behind him.

Shiya does not move from his spot, he trembling in place afraid that if he were to move from it he might do something wrong and be struck again, he looking out to the people that walked the streets among the steel houses, everyone going on their way as if nothing had happened, all of them having been more annoyed with having to hear his crying than they were concerned that he had been hurt.

Tears run down Shiya’s face as he tries to keep from crying, his body trembling and heart racing at every small sound that managed to escape his lips. This was the worst, the most terrible place he had ever been.

*******

“Shu-shu-shu, come here! Here girl! Here!”

Shiya’s eyes open, this sound waking him from the sleep he had fallen into, he looking out in the direction the sound had come from to find the three dogs that lived in the yard with him all crowed toward an area of the fence, their tail’s wagging happily as they sniff at and nuzzle a boy with short blonde hair and blue eyes that is standing on the other side, this young boy calling out softly to Shiya while making strange noises to get his attention. “Come on don’t be scared of me.”

Shiya holds his ears flat against his head not moving from his spot, he not trusting to go near any True Blood after what had happened earlier, even if he wanted to he was too sore to bring himself to move, his whole body still stinging and aching in pain.

The boy continues to try and get Shiya’s attention. “Shu-shu-shu!! I won’t hurt you I promise.”

Shiya turns away from him, the boy letting out a disappointed sigh. “Aw… don’t be like that.”

Another child’s voice speaks up to get the boy’s attention. “What are you doing?”

The boy points through the fence toward Shiya. “Look, Mr. Diaz got a new dog!”

“Another one? He has so many already… why does he need another?”

“She seems to be really shy though… she won’t come to see me.”

“Who cares! You’re going to be late for school! Your dad is going to be really mad at you if you’re late again.”

The boy lets out a sigh, giving the dogs that had gathered toward him one last pat on each of their heads before getting up to join the other boy, he looking to Shiya once more before leaving. “I’ll see you after school.” He turns away from the iron fence, he and the other boy running quickly down the roads as to keep from being late.

Shiya closes his eyes to go to try and go back to sleep, he not wanting to be here and hoping that he would wake up back in his village among the other children as they all slept, everything that was happening now just a terrible nightmare. His body still trembling the young pup unable to get the shaking to stop, he more frightened right now than he had ever been before.

Though hoping that sleep would take him away from his reality it only replayed it, the bruises on his side still hurt even when sleeping, how he had got them playing over and over again in his mind, Shiya unable to think of anything else.

“Shu-shu-shu, come on don’t be scared, come here.”

Shiya opens his eyes, the sound having woken him from his slumber, he not minding being woken though, as his dreams did not consist of anything pleasant at the moment. He turns toward the fence spotting the boy on the other side once again, the three dogs that lived in the yard once again crowed near him with their tails wagging.

Shiya stares at the boy still not moving from his spot, he wanted to ask the boy why he was making such a silly noise to get his attention, but terrified of what might happen to him if he were to make a sound.

The boy frowns as he thinks of a way to get Shiya to move from the spot that he refused to move from, he getting an idea as he reaches into a bag that he had been carrying on his back, digging through it until he finds an sandwich within it, unwrapping it and holding it in front of him for Shiya to see. “I have food to give you. Mom made egg salad again, I hate egg salad so it’s all yours if you come over here.”

Shiya stares at the sandwich the boy was holding, indeed he was very hungry, he having not eaten during the long trip here, and not being feed after arriving here, he though still keeping to his place unwilling to move.

“If you don’t come here and eat it I’ll feed it to the other dogs.”

Shiya pushes himself up from the ground, he very cautiously beginning to approach the boy, crawling across the ground with his body low to it, the boy staring at him a little surprised. “Oh you’re not a dog, you’re a Wild!”

Shiya stops halfway through the yard, the boy continuing to question him. “How come you just didn’t say something? If you would have talked to me I wouldn’t have mistaken you for a dog.” The boy seems confused over the lack of response he was getting from Shiya. “Do you not know how to talk?”

Shiya looks around him to be sure that there was no one else nearby, he looking back toward the boy and whispering to him. “I know how.”

“Why are you whispering?”

“I don’t want anyone to hear me…”

“Well I can hardly hear you, so you’re gonna need to talk a little bit louder than that.” Shiya shakes his head no refusing to do so, the boy coming up with a compromise. “Alright then, come closer so that I can hear you, I’m really not going to hurt you or anything I swear.”

Shiya looks around him once more, he constantly looking for Diaz, afraid that he may be near without Shiya having noticed, he making his way toward the boy after not spotting him anywhere, coming to a stop at the fence where the boy gives him the sandwich just as he had promised.

“My name is Jonathan. What’s yours?”

“Shiya…”

“I’ve never heard of anyone being called Shiya before. What a strange name…” He looks Shiya over, now that he knew he was not a dog he could see that he was very small. “You look younger than me, and like you’re not capable of doing any kind of work at all.”

Jonathan looks around him. “Pretty much all the wilds around here are workers, so if you can’t work then what are you doing here?”

The young wolf finishes the food that he had been given, he staring at the cold metal ground beneath him. “I don’t want to talk about that…”

“You seem like you don’t want to talk about anything really. My neighbor is the same, she doesn’t like saying anything when I try to talk to her, just like you.” He gets to his feet, a smile on his face. “Maybe you and her will talk to if I bring her to come see you one day, I’m sure the two of you would be less shy around one another.”

He turns away from Shiya and the iron fence he was behind, taking off and running down the streets.

Shiya watches him leave, the young pup turning away from the fence and making his way back to the spot that he had been laying in for most of the day, laying down on the ground once more, his back turned to the fence and everything beyond it.

*******

Diaz dumps a bucket of food into large tray, the three dogs that lived in the yard gathering around and eating from it, Diaz looking from the animals toward Shiya, who was right now keeping as much distance between the two of them as he could.

“Beast!”

Shiya’s ears fall back as the small child cowering against the ground, Diaz frowning as he calls for him again. “Dogs and beasts alike are to come to their master when they are called! Else they will be punished.”

The boy reluctantly begins to slink forward, it had been almost two months since he had been brought here, he learning quickly that he did not want to be punished, and any action to prevent it must be done whether he liked it or not, the young wolf coming to a stop as Diaz’s feet.

Diaz looks to his cousin that had brought Shiya here, his cousin who was holding a camera taking a photo of Shiya, explaining afterward what he was doing. “A photo for your parents, so they know that you’re still alive and only remain that way when the two of them are obedient.”

He turns away to leave that all that he had come to do, Diaz looking back down to Shiya with a sneer. “I wish he would have given you to someone else to look after, you make my property a terrible eyesore.” Diaz leaves as well, going back inside of his house.

Shiya turns back toward the tray that had been filled with dog food, reaching in, taking out a handful of kibble and staring down at it, he having to eat this everyday of him being here, it quite possibly the most disgusting thing he had ever been made to eat, even worse than when his father had burned the fish he had caught one day because he had been distracted and not paying attention to what he was doing.

“Hey guys! How are you?”

Shiya recognises the voice, it belonging to the boy that would come to see the dogs in the yard on his way to and from school, Shiya though never going over to the fence to great him like the dogs did, as Shiya wanted nothing to do with any True Blood.

“Hey Shiya, come here will you? Come on.” When Shiya doesn’t come the boy resorts to calling him like he would a shy dog. “Come on pretty girl, shu-shu-shu”

Shiya looks back to him annoyed, though he always refrained from speaking every time the boy would try to get him to talk that was getting on his nerves. “I’m not a girl-” He stops talking, another person having come to the fence along with the older boy, she a well-dressed young girl of leopard decent with short fur that was so richly yellow it almost looked orange, her bright coat filled with very defined spotted markings.

Shiya drops the kibble he had been holding as he makes his way over toward the fence to get a closer look at her, coming to a stop in front of her and just staring. She was bigger than him, probably twice his age but still a child, and she looked well taken care of, her clothes new and clean, her fur healthy and not patching or out of place.

“It had been months since I had seen another Wild, and never had I seen one that looked like her. All the Wilds I knew or had seen, no matter what animal they were cousin to, had thick white coats as to protect them from the cold and hide from their enemy and prey, I had never seen a Wild with such a bright and almost flashy coat. She stared back at me with the same curiosity, as apparently she had never seen a Wild that looked like me before either.”

The young girl speaks up as she stares at Shiya. “You are as pale as a ghost…” A heavy accent those that came from old Africa carried was apparent while she spoke, this one that Shiya could not place himself as it was one he had never heard before.

Shiya stares back at her. “You’re as bright as a fire…”

The young girl kneels down as to get a better look at Shiya, Jonathan grinning at her as he explains. “This is the neighbor I told you about before Shiya, it took me forever to finally get her to come here to see you. She was so stubborn about it, didn’t believe me when I said there was another Wild in the upper class district for the longest time.”

The girl smiles at Shiya. “Shiya, it sounds a little like my own name… I am Shanira.” She looks Shiya over once more still hardly believing it. “I did not think I would see another Wild again… it has been so long.”

Shiya nods his head, he thinking the same, having not guessed the neighbor that Jonathan spoke of was of Wild decent. “Yeah… same… I never thought I would see anyone else that was a wild here…” He continues talking. “I’ve never seen one as bright as you before, where do you come from?”

“Old Africa, and you?”

“The Northern Tundra.”

Shanira smiles at him, having never met anyone from so far away either, she though having been told stories of that place, there being a curious object that could be found around there that she had been told about but could hardly picture herself. “I have heard of snow but have never seen it before. That can be found in the Northern Tundra yes? What is it like?”

Shiya smiles back more than happy to explain. “It’s as white as I am, it’s cold, and it’s wet when it melts. It’s everywhere where I come from, I’ve never seen a day without it until coming here.”

Jonathan seems happy with the conversation, this the most he had ever heard from the two of them. “I knew you two wouldn’t be so shy to talk to one another.”

Shiya still seems reluctant to talk to Jonathan, Shanira assuring him that is was fine. “Not all True Bloods are bad Shiya, Jonathan is one of the nice ones, he is kind to me and I and proud to call him my friend.”

The boy nods his head. “Yeah I’m really nice.” He waves to them before taking his leave. “Well I’ll leave you two to talk than, if I’m too late getting home mom will kill me.”

Shanira watches him leave before looking back to Shiya. “Can we go inside and talk where people will not stare at us? I hate the way the True Bloods stare at me all the time.”

“Inside?” Shiya glances over toward the house his yard was adjoined to. “I can’t go inside, I’m not allowed. I live in the yard and I’m never not to leave it.”

Shanira is surprise to hear this. “What? But… why?”

“Diaz won’t let me inside, he says that I’m lucky enough to be living in the yard.”

Shanira shakes her head no. “There’s nothing lucky about it… I live in a house, with my own room. I’m fed meals every day and given beautiful clothes to wear… I feel more lucky than you are.” She looks to the side. “And I never thought myself lucky to be here…”

Shiya looks up to the large metal dome above them. “Well, it’s not so different from being inside, it doesn’t snow or storm when the sky is made of metal.” He looks back to Shanira. “Sometimes the True Bloods talk about other Wilds that are here, but I only hear about them… never seen them. Do you know anything about them?”

Shanira looks to the side. “There are indeed some Wilds that live within the fortress, like you I hear about them often but I never see them. They all work in the fields to grow the True Blood’s food or in the mines to bring them supplies.”

“Why don’t they ever come here? How come I’ve never seen then?”

“I had heard that because of the collars around their necks they can never leave the places they work, and the especially cannot enter a high class residential distract like this one, the old Wilds in this area are you and me.”

“How did you end up here?”

Shanira turns her gaze to the ground. “Our tribe was given the task of protecting something. The True Bloods came seeking that power and convinced my father, the leader of our people, to let them take it. The day that happened was the last time I saw him or the others, my father sent me away with the True Bloods to live here.”

Shiya is a little confused. “Why would he do that?”

“Only members of my tribe can enter the pit that houses what we protect, I was brought here to marry their leader, that way the two tribes will be bound by blood, and the True Bloods will be granted access into the pits.”

Shiya seems a little surprised. “You’re married to someone here? You don’t seem much older than me.”

“I’m twelve, that’s probably more than twice your age.” She looks to the side. “And it’s really only by name, though I live in his house and he takes care of me I have never seen him. Not once.”

“You mother didn’t get angry at your father for sending you here?”

Shanira shakes her head, her mother having no say in it. “My mother died a long time ago. I never knew her, so I don’t know if she would have been angry or not.” She looks back to Shiya. “Why were you sent here?”

Shiya seems a little annoyed with how the question was phrased. “I wasn’t sent I was taken, while one of my mother’s was held down and my father bound with ropes and nets, and my second mother Adina…” He stops talking, that moment the hardest to recall, he turning away from Shanira laying on the ground and hiding his face beneath his tail.

Shanira seems concerned, clearly this relocation was making the young wolf upset. “What happened… why did they take you…?”

Shiya doesn’t answer right away, it being a few minutes before he is able to respond. “The chieftain let the True Blood go into the caverns… my father attacked him for it… but lost… and I was brought here as punishment for what he did…”

Shanira thinks over what Shiya had said, she having come to realize something. “Did you belong to one of the tribes given then task of guarding one of the Six Sources?”

Shiya slowly nods his head. “Ice…”

Shanira falls silent as she slowly gets to her feet. “My people guard Fire…”

“Shanira came to realize the bigger picture much sooner than I did, I was so overwhelmed with what had happed that resulted in me being here, as well as with the beatings I would get that I couldn’t see beyond the pain in both my body and heart. Though even knowing this information there was very little Shanira could do about it, like me she was trapped in the iron fortress with no hope of escape, surrounded by a stronger, smarter and much more powerful enemy.

I ended up living in that horrible place for years, the yard among the dogs where I grew up, I outlived the dogs, but whenever one of them died Diaz was quick to replace them with another that looked the same at the first.

I grew up silent and hardly saying a word, with Shanira and her friend Jonathan the only ones I was not afraid to talk to, and even then I always kept to low whispers, afraid of what kind of beating I would get If I had been caught, honestly though, there was nothing I could do to stop those from happening, Diaz hated me, and hated the fact that he had to look after me, so any time he was angry even if it was someone else that had angered him, that anger was directed at and taken out on me.

At first Shanira would come to visit me every day, with Jonathan always stopping to talk for a few minutes before and after school. The years pass and Jonathan finished school, after that his job kept him busy my yard was not on the path that he would walk to it. I saw him occasionally on the weekend if he was not busy with his friends. Shanira though, still came to see me every day that I was there. I could always talk to her and we grew found of one another, Shanira would proudly call me her little brother, as she had always wanted one since she was small. I never had a sister before, and I was more than happy to have her as one even if she was older than me.

No matter what happened Shanira would somehow find time to come and visit me every day, sometimes the visits where late sometimes they were very early, always she would come to keep me company, until there came a time when she no longer could see me.”

Shiya is sleeping in the yard as usual, the dogs that shared the yard with him also sleeping. Shiya no longer a young pup and now fifteen years old, his body, though still small, having grown considerably from what it had once been, he though not an adult yet still having more filling out to do, his fur no longer that of a pups and having grown in almost as thick and heavy as his fathers.

“Shu-shu-shu, Come here girl, shu-shu-shu.”

Shiya lets out an annoyed sigh as he opens he eyes and turns toward the fence. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that before you finally stop…?”

Jonathan laughs at the reaction that he had gotten, he having grown into a handsome young man over the years. “It’s the most effective way to get you to wake up.” Shiya rolls over to his other side pushing himself up off the ground. “You sure are lazy, all I ever see you doing is sleeping.”

Shiya makes his way on all fours over to Jonathan. “What do you expect? I’ve got nothing else to do here.” He sits on the ground near the gate. “What are you doing here? Don’t you usually work at this time?”

Jonathan nods his head. “I have a day off today… I’m planning to spend it with Shanira, but, well, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something first.” He begins to rub the back of his head, the question he was asking a little awkward for him to ask. “Do you mind if I ask of what you think of Shanira?”

Shiya seems confused. “Shanira…? I like her a lot, why?”

“How do you like her? Like… friend like her, or more like… a love type like…? You two are both the only Wilds either of you see, so I’m starting to think that there might be something going on.”

Shiya smiles he getting it now, Jonathan have been growing very fond of Shanira as the two of them grew older. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, I love her as if she were my older sister, while she thinks of me the same, she’s told me so herself, that I am like her little brother.”

Jonathan lets out a relived sigh. “Thank god. You know I was really worried since she comes here to talk to you practically every day… so you know… I thought that something might be up between the two of you.”

Shiya’s tail begins to thump upon the ground. “You should tell her you like her.”

Jonathan shrugs his shoulders not sure about that. “I don’t know… I mean the two of us are so different you know… she being a Wild and me being a True Blood… also she’s married to the Mayor.”

Shiya frowns that not much of an excuse. “Shanira says the Mayor hates her, he looks after her and keeps her in his house but he refuses to look at her or be in the same room as her, he’s completely disgusted by her, you on the other hand, well she says nothing but nice things about you.”

Jonathan frowns. “Yeah? We’ll he’s an idiot… she’s not disgusting… not in the least.” He looks back to Shiya, still unsure. “You don’t think it would be weird do you? A True Blood and a Wild?”

Shiya shakes his head no. “Though we may share the features of our animal brethren Wilds are not animals, before the world ended and was reborn we looked exactly as you did. At least that is what the old stories say.”

“What about Shanira…? She wouldn’t think me strange if I told how I feel?”

Shiya continues to talk to him. “Shanira is a beautiful and special young woman now, she needs someone like you to treat her as such, the man she lives with can’t do it and doesn’t intend to, if you leave it to him she’ll be lonely and feel like she’s disgusting for the rest of her life.”

Jonathan’s face begins to flush red. “Do you think she would let me kiss her?”

Shiya laughs at the question. “With the amount she talks about you when she speaks to me I should think she would let you do more than that to her.”

Jonathan gives an embarrassed laugh, he about to respond to what Shiya had said but being cut short when Diaz’s voice interrupts the conversation. “You filthy, disgusting beast…”

A horrified expression fill’s Shiya’s face as he quickly turns around to find Diaz standing behind him, Shiya letting out a frightened gasp as he slinks back to distance himself from him, he having come home in the middle of the day, he usually at work right now.

Jonathan quickly tries to explain and think of an excuse to get Shiya out of the situation that he had suddenly found himself in. “Mr. Diaz, please don’t hit him, I was the one that started the conversation, it was just a joke he was only meaning to be funny.”

Diaz voice rises. “He tells you that I hit him?”

Jonathan shakes his head no. “No he never says anything!”

Diaz begins to yell at Shiya. “How dare you say such things about me!”

Jonathan raises his voice so make sure he could be heard. “I said that he doesn’t say anything! And he doesn’t have to for everyone to know! You hit him with that rod out in the yard where everyone can see you do it!”

Diaz stops, he taking a moment to look around him before looking back to Jonathan. “Go home.”

“I-”

“Go home now before I call your father and tell him of what kind of heinous things you were talking about!”

Jonathan takes several steps back from the fence, he looking over Shiya before leaving as he had been instructed.

Diaz watches Jonathan leave before looking back to Shiya. “Inside beast.”

Shiya looks horrified by the request, Diaz had never cared about who might see him hitting him before, and now he was so angry that he did care if others saw what it was he had on his mind when it came to punishing him for this.

Shiya’s whole body begins to tremble as he shakes his head no at the request, terrified of what was going to happen to him. Diaz moving forward reaching down and grabbing onto the back of Shiya’s neck forcefully pulling him along with him. “You are to listen to me when I give you a command! That has never changed!”

“My fear toward what was about to happen to me was not unfounded, behind the walls of the house where no one could see I beaten with cruelty I cannot even begin to measure. I could not move for days afterward, I couldn’t even twitch the tip of my tail.

Diaz no longer wanted me outside, it was one thing to talk to the Wild girl that came by but another completely to talk to an impressionable young True Blood like Jonathan, especially in the conversation that I had been caught in. He cleared one of the rooms in his metal house out and threw me inside, and that is where I would stay for the next three years.

The room was smaller than the yard, with no windows to the outside and next to nothing inside of it, I no longer had the company of my friends, I didn’t even have the company of dogs, the only time I saw anyone was when Diaz came to feed, clean up after me or hurt me, and when the True Blood that brought me to this place came to take the photo to show my parents that I was still alive. I’m sure that if it were not for those photos that had to be taken Diaz would starve me thin and leave me to live in my own filth, I had to look healthy after all, else my parents might retaliate.

I spent much time pacing around the room, looking for a way out even though I knew there was none, when I was too tired or weak to do this I would lay in one of the corners and I would try to think of better times, I would remember the conversations I had with my friends I had made while I was here, I would remember even further back, of the lessons my mother would teach me, of how Adina would let me curl up on her lap to keep warm as she worked on fixing father’s weapons, of how my father would tell me of my kindness and how important it was.

All those things hardly seemed important anymore, what good were my lessons when I had no one to help? What good was kindness when I was trapped in a room alone with no one? What good was anything if this was how I was fated to live out the rest of my days?”

Shiya is laying on the ground, he trying to stare out of the crack beneath the door to the room he was being kept in, he starring longingly at the thin crack that was the only window to the outside of his room that he had.

The front door to the house opens and the distinctive footsteps that belonged to Diaz sound as they enter, another set of footsteps accompanying him this time.

Shiya can hear the muffled conversation the two are having on the other side of the door. “Honestly, that little beast is nothing but an unwanted expense, I tell my cousin of how much I spend on food for him but he does not care, my house looked bad when he was out in the yard, and it’s even worse with him in the house. I have a whole room that I can’t use anymore thanks to him, a room that I still have to pay for when the collectors come to my door. My cousin refuses to reimburse me for my troubles.”

The footsteps come to a stop in front of the door. “Is that why you contacted me with such an offer?”

Shiya jumps back when he hears the lock on the door of his room open, he backing away from the door as quickly as he could, Shiya crouched close to the ground as he pushes back against the wall behind him.

A man that Shiya had never seen before enters, Diaz standing outside the room as he continued the conversation. “It’s high time that beast started earning his keep.” Diaz closes the door locking the unknown man inside with Shiya.

Shiya stares fearfully at the man in the room with him, the man speaking to him as he approached him. “Diaz was right, you are very small for a Wild, much smaller and thinner than the ones in the mines and farms. I like it.”

Shiya moves to run, the man catching onto him and holding him in place. “I will put you to work no question about that, just relax beast, this will be much easier for you if just relax.”

Shiya lets out a threatening snarl as he bares his teeth, he acting on instinct to the situation and lashing out to protect himself, biting deeply into the arm that had grabbed onto him, his sharp fangs easily breaking through his skin and digging into his flesh, the man letting out a scream as he tries to pull back, Shiya’s jaw clamped tightly on his arm and not letting go.

The door to the room opens as Diaz responds to the screaming, he running over and grabbing onto Shiya’s muzzle as he tries to force his jaw open as to let the man go, he able to open them just enough for the man to forcefully pull his arm free, Shiya’s teeth ripping through his flesh as he tore away from him.

Diaz quickly apologizes for what has happened while he keeps his hand tightly gripped around Shiya’s muzzle to keep his mouth shut. “I’ll have this problem dealt with immediately”

The man shakes his head. “You will get no business from me until you do!’

“Don’t worry, I promise you next time you will get what you paid for, he will not be able to do this again!”

Diaz bares his teeth as he watches the man leave, he looking down to Shiya angrily. “You’ve done it now beast.” He throws Shiya back, storming out of the room, the door shutting behind him.

Shiya backs himself into a corner, his whole body trembling from what had just happened, he knowing that he would not go unpunished for this, Diaz sure enough returning to the room with the all too familiar rod clenched tightly in one hand while he gripped a knife in the other. “I will show you what it feels like to be bitten beast!!”

*******

Shiya slowly opens his eyes, his whole body aching in pain. He looks to his left arm, his usually white fur drenched dark red from his own blood, his arm filled with cuts that had been made in his skin in the same spot where he had bitten the man that had grabbed him.

“It’s about time you woke up beast.”

Shiya looks back toward Diaz to find him and several others in his room, Diaz having brought a chair into the room to sit on while he waited for Shiya to wake. “I wanted to make sure you were awake for this.” He looks toward the people around him. “You hold him down.” The people he was speaking to do as they had been instructed, Diaz turning to two others. “The both of you keep his mouth forced open.” He turns to the last one handing him a pair of pliers. “You, take his teeth out so that he’ll never bite anyone again.”

Shiya tries to get up but is thrown down to the ground his body forcefully help down, Shiya letting out a cry of protest unable to fight them. “No!”

“Beasts are to remain silent!”

Shiya’s jaw is forced open, the tool clamping onto one of his back teeth.

“What are you doing?” The man that had been about to pull the first of Shiya’s teeth stops what he is doing, he looking toward the doorway at the figure that had interrupted his work.

Diaz frowns as he looks back to the doorway, the cousin that had brought Shiya here right now standing there. “What are you doing here? It’s still another few weeks before you have to take another photo of him.”

His cousin frowns as he looks to the others. “Everyone get out.” The others do as they are told quickly getting to their feet and leaving the room. Diaz’s cousin looking back to him. “You no longer have to look after the dog.”

Diaz seems displeased. “I have valid reason for doing this, the beast attacked and bit a True Blood!”

“It’s not about this, I could care less how you deal with him.” He looks back to Shiya. “You no longer have to look after him because Amarok is dead, so there is no longer reason for us to keep him here, so we’re throwing him back with the dogs he came from.”

Diaz lets out a smirk. “Well good riddance to him then, best get him out of my sight quickly, or I will kill him as I have been holding myself back from doing since the first day I got him.”

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