User:Nextoy/Dissidia Alto/Wolf & The Eclipse Girl

First a shrine within a volcano, and now this blasted desert? What cruel twist of fate had brought me here? What could possibly be the purpose of my sudden appearance in this foreign world?

Nevermind the savages I find myself surrounded by. Filthy humans, bent on destruction. Some at least have the decency to admit their intention, but as per usual most try to hide it. Like they have some kind of claim to this world, despite not being from here either.

I can tell, my nose senses their homes. This world, however, has no real, discernable scent. I can smell the foreign material of those dolls, I can smell the foreign worlds of those around me, but the world itself has no real identity I can pick up on.

It’s like this place has surrendered to death. A death that will never arrive.

The oceans have no salt, the sand and rocks a cheap imitation, and the air suffocatingly still. Like this world never existed.

This is wrong. Everything about this is wrong. All I could think to do was keep running as I found a place that I belong. These crystal beasts don’t concern me. The foreign warriors don’t concern me.

I just need to leave this world and return home.

“Great wolf, I implore you to please hold.” I hear from the seas as I stop myself, still in my true form. I gaze out to what called my name, only to see this small girl step out of the water.

For the first time, I find myself thanking the lack of identity from this world. I could smell the heavens upon her. She smelled like the lunar eclipse, a feeling I’m quite familiar with. Could it be that I’m drawn to her? That this strange scent I feel a kinship with is my purpose.

No. I refuse the thought.

“You… are one of Chaos, correct?” She asked, raising bladed discs. She was tired, and I could tell she was running on willpower. That didn’t make her weak, however. Instead, I sensed a powerful force inside her. The light on her left, and the black on her right. They interweaved into a strange energy.

“No.” I answer simply, transforming back to my human disguise. My tail recedes, the fur upon my head fold back and thin out into hair, but the rest leaves my torso and face as my body shrinks down.

She stared at me for a moment before her body collapses again, her willpower relenting upon seeing that I have no intention to fight. I slowly walk up to her, my claws still on my hands.

For some reason, I can’t fully transform into a man. Though part of me is thankful for this as well, since it means I don’t have to be one of those filthy things. Besides, such a form is useless in a world where I am unique regardless.

“Then… who are you? A native?” She asked, failing to stand back up; not for lack of trying.

“No.” I answer again. She does not warrant a fuller explanation. Not until I know that she isn’t an enemy.

“Explain.” She demands, holding up one disc. The darkness of it glows in front of me, but such things mean nothing.

“I simply don’t belong. Nothing more, nothing less.” I answer, gazing past the disc to its wielder.

“None of us do. Either you are friend, or foe. That is how this is.” Her sense of authority is wasted on wild beasts.

“I don’t care.”

The words seem to shock her, the girl finally lifting herself up onto her feet.

“None of us have a purpose here, so I refuse to partake in this war any more than needed. Be it destroying the god keeping me here, or finding a gateway out of this world, my sole desire is to return home.” I explain, with the girl lowering her disc.

“You truly think you can play neutral to this?” She asked, her expression showing thoughts racing in her mind. I know where those thoughts are going, but I do not wish to humor them.

“No, I just don’t care. Playing neutral means I’m doing something. I’m simply not taking part until I need to.” I explain further, growling out the answer.

“I see. Still, that-”

“Don’t be stupid!” I cut her off, knowing where that mindset is going. “Either play your part, or don’t. That’s how this world works.” I growl out, turning away and returning to my true form.

“Can I at least…” She began, her words trailing off. However, I know where this goes.

“No. In your state, you’d only get in my way. Hide and lick your wounds.” I tell her, darting off again.

My running brings me further across this land, and yet nobody else catches my sight. Barring the crystals I easily trample, nobody else seems to be here. Almost like the world heard my desires and secluded me from being apart of this.

It is then that I find where I shall make my resting place. In the southern continent, a great forest lies. Until I can learn the truth of where I am, this will be my home. Should it turn out I do need to kill this strange being that knight told of me, then it will place me close to their heart.

Yet, I cannot shake the odd feeling of that knight. His scent was something that I hadn’t expected. In a room of destroyers, his was a scent of sorrow. Like someone who no longer wished to exist, but long since resigned to his fate. His was the scent I expected this world might have if it smelled like anything at all.