Demon Rain

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This is the beginning of Demon Rain:

Prologue


Up in the dark midnight colored sky, were the bright yellow stars hang shining a little light down upon the world, live Voca and Caventious. Voca and Caventious are the Goddess and the God of the wolves and coyotes. The wolves and coyotes that live down on the planet Caventious worship Voca and Caventious. Today Voca has just had another litter of dead wolf pups. There was one pup in this litter. A female. They named her Oketha. Oketha was a Lucurrika just like her mother and father.
Voca, her mother, has a bear's fluffiness with raccoon fur. She has black paws then the black gets lighter and turns to gray then the gray gets lighter and turns to white. She has wolf legs. Her tail looks like a normal wolf's. She was black eyes and she is blind. She has a cat nose and one wolf ear and one fox ear. A large slash covers her face. She has a fox muzzle. Her name is written on her thigh. She also has cat paws and a wolf face. But her body still represents a wolf's body.
Caventious, her father, has a raccoon's pelt with a squirrel tail. He is all black with a white under muzzle. His name is written on his thigh along with a picture of the planet Caventious. Ram horns stick out of his head while fangs stick out of his mouth. He has cat ears, a wolf muzzle, and beast's nose on his wolf face. He has wolf legs. His right front paw is a cat's paw. His left front paw is a wolf's paw. His left back paw is a fox's paw. There is no paw on his right back leg. But his body still represents a wolf's body. Oketha had no Lucurrika parts. She looks like a normal wolf. Her pelt is golden with streaks of brown, black, and red with a white stomach and a white muzzle.
Voca lay asleep with Oketha at her belly. Caventious, running as fast as his different paws could go, stumbled into Voca, an apology instantly appeared on his face. It vanished and his face turned serious. One word spilled out of his mouth fastly, "Trouble!"
"What is it, Caventious?" asked Voca, concern shining in her black eyes. She looked at Caventious, but not strait into his eyes.
"Trouble! Look!" snapped Caventious opening his blue eye and green eye as wide as they could go and starred into Voca's black eyes. Images flashed through Caventious's eyes. In one a white wolf with metallic gray fur on its head and down its spine was flung against a stone wall. In another the same wolf, but this time it had spikes and wings, was being attacked by the other wolves in its pack. In the last was the same wolf, but it was an adult now, with another wolf that was all white with red fur on its head and down its spine standing over the wolf with gray fur on its head. The wolf with gray fur on its head was dead. And the other wolf was laughing.
Then the images faded, and Caventious shook his head, clearing his thoughts from the images that lay like a fallen leaf in his mind. "Something needs to be done," rasped Voca sadly. Caventious looked sadly at Oketha.
"The puppy from the images was born days ago. Another litter of pups, from the same pack, will be born sometime today," barked Caventious, still looking at Oketha, an idea flashed through his eyes instantly, "Send Oketha down to Caventious to help, then when the task is done she can come back up here with us!"
"How?" asked Voca, licking her little pup's head. She whined.
Caventious licked Voca's face in affection and barked softly to his mate, "We send her down as one of the pups from the new litters that will be born today, just to save the wolf from his fate."
"Alright," growled Voca sadly. Voca stood up and ran around Oketha, creating a blue, cloudy, gusty wind that made Oketha vanish. Voca howled in grief for her temporarily lost pup.































1
Ceremony


A large thunderous waterfall pounded on smooth granite boulders of all shape and size. Three slick wolves emerged from the granite boulders under the thunderous waterfall. The smallest of the three wolves was carrying a small, socked, white wolf pup in its mouth.
"How could Voca and Caventious do this to us?" the smallest of the three wolves mumbled through the white wolf pup's fur.
"I don't know, Mist," the biggest of the three wolves growled. The biggest of the three wolves had a dark gray pelt that was tinged with black, with bright yellow eyes. The smallest of the three wolves had a smudgy whitish-gray pelt with amber eyes. The biggest of the three wolves looked at the wolf that had remained silent, and barked, "Rusty, lead the way!" Rusty was a slim wolf, had a pale, rusty red pelt that was shaggy in places, with pale amber eyes.
Rusty nodded, and barked, "Of course, Stone," and then turned to lead the way. He and the other two wolves padded through the forest, ignoring the painful prick of thorns on their paws along the way. Rusty abruptly skidded to a halt before he fell into a wide river.
"Be careful!" snapped Stone sharply. Crouching low to the ground, Stone pounced swiftly into the river. Following him was Mist, who pounced gracefully into the water, even though she was carrying a dead wolf pup in her mouth, and then Rusty, who pounced painstakingly into the river.
Mist's head was high in the air, trying to keep the dead wolf pup from the water, but she was still padding gracefully through the cloudy water. Stone was already on the other side of the river, shaking the water from his gray pelt. Rusty's pale red head was visible above the dark blue, cloudy, rushing water. In a few minutes all three wolves were on the other side of the river. When Mist and Rusty reached the other side of the river they both, just like Stone, shook the water from their wet fur. The water in the river was freezing, but to the wolves it was just warm enough for them to make it across.
Stone and Mist stood still while Rusty scented the air. The cold night air smelled exactly as it was meant to smell, of moldy leaves, other animals, and most importantly the night air did not smell of Man.
"It is clear," proclaimed Rusty before he turned and headed for two large maple trees. The other two wolves sniffed the air to make sure that Rusty was telling the truth before, they too, turned to follow Rusty into the trees.
As the three wolves sprinted through the forest, images flashed through Rusty's head. Moon giving birth to her first litter of pups, the pup's lifeless bodies on the mud that was as cold as their bodies, Moon lying on the cold mud watching her pups with eyes clouded with pain one by one die before her eyes knowing that there was nothing she could do to help her dieing pups, Stone's face pretending to be sad, but his eyes shone with laughter, and the second dead pup dangling from Mist's mouth. Back under the waterfall lay one more dead pup and probably more on the way back at their camp.
Stone stopped at a wide clearing. The trees around the clearing made a circle. Short trampled up grass lay all over the mud. Stone stuck his nose into the mud then pulled it out again and began to dig a hole. Rusty padded over to Stone and began to dig as well.
After a while, it had begun to rain. Just a light drizzle, but not enough to make the ground even soggier then it already was. Blinking the rain from her eyes, Mist strolled over to the hole that Rusty and Stone had dug and dropped the dead wolf pup into the mud. She then stepped away so that Stone and Rusty could kick the mud back over the dead wolf pup's body. Turning his head away from the torn up mud, Stone commanded, "Let's go!" The three wolves then ran back to the waterfall to get the other wolf pup, and buried that wolf pup too.
Then the three wolves headed back to their camp. The three wolves padded on until they reached a large boulder. All of the wolves had to struggle to get to the top of the rock because their paws were wet from the river and their paws were muddy from the dirt under- foot. "Almost there!" replied Stone, as he jumped down off the rock. Mist and Rusty followed him, saying nothing to him or to each other. Finally after jumping over berry bushes, bramble bushes, and fallen logs and swerving the large trees that blocked their path, they made it to their camp. They stopped at a large gorge. The only way to get down the gorge was to slide, so Mist, Rusty, and Stone slid down the side of the rocky gorge. Large, rocky, gray stone dens were carved into the gorge by Man, which made Rusty feel uneasy, for one day Man would discover the gorge and claim it his. When the three wolves reached the center of the clearing, they were greeted by the other wolves in their pack that were gently licking their sides in complete joy.
"Moon just had her last two pups, and they both survived!" exclaimed a golden brown wolf, wagging her fluffy tail.
Rusty pushed the golden brown wolf aside so that he could make his way to a large den, across the large clearing. Around the entrance to the den ferns, burdocks, jewelweed, long leaf plantain, wood sorrel, wild ginger, and dandelions grow and cast a shadow over the den. As Rusty pelted for the den he heard Mist whisper to the golden brown wolf, "It is okay, Gold. He has been acting rude all evening." But that was the least of his worries.