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[Jun. 27th, 2010|10:00 pm] |
White Wolf Orient
Kiba's Journal |
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| ~Howl Eleven |
[Mar. 10th, 2007|02:26 am] |
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Hmm… this place, this mountain I am living on… in this cave, alone… has me going on and on without contact of thyself or anyone else. I’ve been hunting for food… deer and elk have been my favorite of meat. Call this self-reflecting. But, it’s been over a month or two at the very least, since I’ve come here to live in this cave upon the mountainside. I should visit a few people. Tell them what I’ve learned, what I’ve seen… and that I’ve come to make peace with myself. Yes. I feel more at home here, than I do in the concrete jungle, but the smell of him… the monster I have been looking for I believe is near by. I can smell him, certainly almost taste him. Yet, I have far from forgiven him. He isn’t a threat, he just… is. |
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| ~Howl Ten |
[Feb. 1st, 2007|11:50 pm] |
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Goku, Riza, Claude, Hakkai, Fiona, Edward, Tomoe, Count D, Saizo and Toboe… the only few people in my life, I feel so close to them, yet at the same time so… far away. I can’t help but feel like I have neglected them as friends. They let me stay in their houses, their homes… eat their food … but, there is still this hollow feeling of being incomplete. I keep searching for what my instincts keep driving me towards. What I am looking for… I can’t seem to find. But I know it’s out there… somewhere. And what I’ve come to learn about this island, I wish I never wanted to know, because, now that I have an idea and familiarize myself around one facility I have come to be suspicious of… they have me on the run. Luckily, I have two forms. |
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| ~Howl Nine |
[Dec. 29th, 2006|03:50 pm] |
Nearly forgot a person this holiday season, this being my first Christmas here at Kalkyou. Count D should have received the gift by now, it’s a cake… I fail to know what else to have gotten him that will last a tad longer.
Funny thing… she’s a police officer, seems to … accept the fact that I can talk to her. But, I don’t believe she realized the species that I am. Dog, wolf… canine? What’s the difference? Am I really wild or domestic? I can’t distinguish the two anymore. |
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| ~Howl Eight |
[Oct. 14th, 2006|02:34 pm] |
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Why… why did it choose me…? I feel so different in body and mind, somewhat twisted and I … don’t understand… and while I lay here… I can’t … I wish I could keep my focus on the real world and it is happening as it is happening now. I… don’t get it. Her name, her name sounds so familiar, yet, why? Why do I have a name, Hige, to go without a face? Why… it just doesn’t make any sense, why! Why?! … The next time we meet, I'll kill him. I swear it. I have to... return to... the police officers family. They no doubt need my help. No doubt need... help... *Blacks out.* |
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| ~Howl Seven |
[Sep. 1st, 2006|03:45 am] |
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This man, he is… he is beautiful. The scent of him is fresh, like lilies. He is very kind, gentle human being, inquisitive and sharp. Has a tooth for sweet things however. But, over all, a wonderful human, but how did he know, did he managed to run into Toboe at one point? Yes, he must have, either wise he wouldn’t have addressed me with such familiarity. Suppose, I should introduce myself, since he’s been so kind to me… giving me a morsel to eat, not to mention the name of which he has been referring to me as is quite flattering. Beauty no one has ever called me that before. |
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| ~Howl Six |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|01:10 am] |
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Wow, I have been staying in two residences quite consecutively. Professor Tomoe’s and Hakkai’s. I wonder whatever happened to that young fellow so-called Goku. It has been a while since I seen his face. Hakkai is a nice fellow, I like him. And Tomoe has been a great lift to my self-esteem, though I feel more indebt to him than ever before. If it is within my power to help in anyway I can, then I am sure he will ask it of me and I will submit. Strange, I feel so liberated and proud to be what I am. I feel more comfortable in fur then I do in human skin. |
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| ~Howl Five |
[Aug. 3rd, 2006|02:30 am] |
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Had a dream… a dream so familiar that I don’t remember what it was about, but familiarity is haunting. A healer, I remember there being a healer… and a young man… Goku. Someone named Goku…. A fight happened, was I in it? Was I badly injured? I don’t recall how I got here. Did I fly? Did Goku bring me here? To the healer named Hakkai? Was it Hakkai? Yes, I remember it all now. The pitbull came at me. I was starved and I hadn’t eaten in days. Not to mention I hadn’t slept very well, especially on an empty stomach. I have been avoiding this blonde lady who keeps calling after me. I do not remember why I chose to avoid her. Maybe the next time I hear her calling for me, I shall investigate what she wants. Is it Claude, who is looking for me? I miss Michael. I wonder if he thinks of me like I think of him. It would be nice to be backing home with him. If I still have a home, if I can even call it that. I must eat and sleep to get better… I must. How fortunate was I that Goku came when he did? Very fortunate. |
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| ~Howl Four |
[Jul. 5th, 2006|12:02 am] |
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This professor is some what questionable; his demeanor has my hair standing up on end. And that creature, Daimon, was it? Wasn’t even human! This man captivates me, yet, I haven’t the slightest idea as to why that is. That woman, Kaorinite, she appears more and more- mechanical. I cannot distinguish what is real from what isn’t. What has me stumped is that fact that there IS NOT SCENT to this place either. I might even be imagining things! |
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| ~Howl Three |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|07:05 am] |
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Three new commanding officers were added to the mix of my limited interaction. Now, I have to put to the test if they see me as an animal of a wolf. Because, if someone sees me for something else then what another person sees, well, let me put it this way; I really don’t want someone to think they are crazy. I myself think that I am for believing that I am. I ate raw meet from the garbage and a kid saw me as a dog, but apparently the mother seen me as a human and asked me to get serious help. That is quite astonishing. Maybe my theory was right, depending on the amount of innocence the human heart posses; one person can see me for one thing and the other for another. However, that will not cause me to fault in wanting to see a doctor. I just want to be sure. The man I am living with is very kind I find. I have slept with his son who is quite attached to me. I have discovered the boy is deathly afraid of the dark, however, when I happened upon him in the room, he calmed and beckoned me on his bed. I talked to him, he heard me, understood me and eventually I talked him into sleeping; I promised I’d never leave him. Thus, I never did. The woman of the household however, is furiously mad with me, having shed a lot of fur in my slumber. Its my winter coat. |
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| ~Howl Two |
[Jul. 3rd, 2006|09:36 pm] |
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I strongly believe I should see a doctor about this condition. I am beginning to wonder if I have a mental problem. Some people can see me as an animal, easily mistaken for a dog, as one man in particular has made the assumption that I am a stray. Currently, I am living with his family, he has a wife and a son, whom I have become very fond of. I said I would not interact with too many humans at once, however, I have found my place amongst them. I am entrusted to protect his wife and son while he is away on duty. The man taking care of me is a police officer, he will be training me to become a police dog. In return, he will keep me until he can find someone to 'partner' me up with. Apparently, from my understanding, will be another human I will be under going training along side. I have come to conclude that my interaction with the humans will be limited to this family, the police officer referred to as my 'partner', whatever other job I can take on in my human form and a doctor. |
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| ~Howl One |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|01:15 am] |
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I washed up here and it was only by chance that I survived. There is something terribly wrong with this island. The humans call it Kalkyou, but I call it hell- the scent is unnatural and the people who pass me by appear mindless and unaware of the ongoing turmoil they are enduring day by day. I myself appear to be showing signs of uneasiness, and I am confused by the concept as to why few people see me for who I really am, than what I appear to be. I am beginning to suspect it is dependant on how much innocence a human possesses. That theory has yet to be proven. The answer to this reason and cause of events to follow... I must find. First, I must blend in- a job might help. I will begin to establish communication with at least ONE human for now. |
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