Tainted: LofaWd

[Tusara]

Hey guys, Not to steal Sonny's spotlight or whatnot, but your story made me want to finish one I'd started a long time ago. ^-^ I don't finish things well. Anyhow, feel free to not read until Sonny's is finished I wouldn't mind at all. The chapters will be shorter, but only because of the Way the Character places things. So without futher adue, I present Tainted: The Life of a Wolfdog (LofaWd) I WANT critizisum. Lay it on me people. Be brutally honest!!!! or I keel ya!
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Prolouge: (it's tiny I know!)
Paws brushed against the damp ground, Mother pulling her up from were she’d tumbled across a sibling. Brother snapped at her as she was lifted, and girl would wriggle a bit, but mother’s grip was firm. “Jukeè” She nuzzled the bundle of fur, who was already trying to toddle off “Leave Chuekon Be” Pup’s maw would open, a complaint no doubt rising out. “Jukeè please, just leave him” Jukeè would return to mother’s side, and nuzzle into her warmth, mother’s soft curled tail comforting her daughter. Pup would drift into warm oblivion, not a care in her world.

Ah, how trivial things were then. Threeling would glance around the small clearing, away from the harsh thoughts of others. Dark grey covered most of the girl’s bodice, and white covered her underbelly and legs. Ears and tail tip a solid black, with dark eyes, the color of storm clouds. She appeared to be wolf in origin, but tail that curled naturally above back suggested otherwise. It was both her triumph and her downfall. These are her memories, each recoreded. I bring you Tainted: The life of a Wolfdog.

Jukeè is the name I was born with, though some have different names for me. Spire, the human name I held for some years, Halfblood, wolfdog, and my personal favorite, Tainted one. Sure these things may describe my heritage, but do they really describe me? Jukeè?

First, I guess you should know my story...

[Tusara]

Don’t as me how it happened, but a well kept husky met with a rugged grey wolf, and three pups resulted. I was the eldest, but also the smallest of the three. Second was born shortly after me and Chuekon shortly after her. Second died without a name being given to her, and when asked, mother said she didn’t know why her second pretty little girl didn’t live to see the world. Chuekon, though youngest took after our father, and got the bulk of the weight. Some of my earliest memories are of being jealous of his superior fighting skills.
We lived in a partially abandoned shed, and rarely saw the humans who owned it. From what mother said, they were older, and didn’t have much use for the tools and things in the shed. Though they humans were not seen often, mother warned us never to stray too far. While young we could pass for mixed puppies, when we grew it became evident we had wolf blood. We lost the gangly look of youngsters early, and play fighting became a daily exercise.
It was one such time that father happened to stop by, and after that things would be different. I’d never seen father and mother together before, though father had left food for us a few times, with me and Chuekon starting to eat red food, mother had little time to hunt. It was easy to see the features he’d passed onto Chuekon, though I was always told I could pass for full wolf, without the tail.
We were fascinated by the quiet power than emanated from him, though demeanor changed greatly when his eyes landed on mother. Chuekon and I were too young at the time to realize they were truly mates. Our ridiculous young plans began to sprout after that.
Chue, as he was affectionately called, was content to lay around for his life, perhaps find a mate and father a few litters but other than that, he wasn’t interested in much. i wouldn't settle for that. Shortly before my first year, I became fascinated with Father’s wanderings and would often follow him a short ways from home. One night I kept following him, and we slept under the stars, little did I know I would be on my own by the next night.