The Tale of the White Wolf Shiranui by Wolfwum

Hi, and thanks for reading my story. I apologize for the introduction being so long, but please bear with me. Before I forget, I DO NOT OWN OKAMI, NOR DO I OWN THE DIALOGUE USED. Any questions, talk to me about them. If the first part seems slow, again, I’m sorry. As the game progresses, so shall the characterization. Thank you for reading!

 

Part One: Acceptance

Awakening

…When the night of the sacrifice drew near a mysterious white wolf appeared outside the village. This wolf, its coat as brilliant as snow, was dubbed Shiranui. The wolf kept a watchful eye on anyone who ventured outside the village, and made a habit of patrolling the streets at night. People assumed the wolf to be a familiar of Orochi.

One villager took it upon himself to face the fearsome Shiranui. The warrior Nagi attempted many times to challenge the wolf. But his attempts were thwarted by Shiranui’s swift movements. Before long, the night of the accursed festival had arrived. A white plumed arrow heralded the coming sacrifice. Piercing the sky, the arrow sunk its shaft squarely into the home of Nami, the village’s most beautiful maiden. Nagi, harboring a secret love for Nami, was enraged by this sign. Determined to put an end to Orochi once and for all, Nagi traveled to the beast’s cave in place of his beloved.

The Moon Cave, a place as dark as evil itself, served as Orochi’s home. As Nagi stood bravely before the entrance… A beast appeared, eyes glowing crimson upon 8 thrashing necks. Orochi stood tall before him, anxious for another sacrifice. Nagi leapt with incredible grace, swinging his blade valiantly. On and on he sliced, well into the moonless night… but Orochi’s hide was like steel. The blade left nary a scratch. At long last, Nagi, his energy spent from the intense battle, dropped to his knees, fatigued and gasping for breath. He knew he was staring death in the face. It was then that the wolf appeared.

As if to protect Nagi, it stood its ground before Orochi. In the darkness of the cave, the wolf’s coat shone brilliantly. Alas, it was Shiranui, the wolf that dwelled outside the village. Baring its fearsome claws, Shiranui leapt toward Orochi. Orochi reared its terrifying heads, readying its fangs for battle. The two beasts struggled wildly, thrashing in the darkness. Mysterious and terrifying, the spectacle continued. Shiranui summoned gusts of divine wind to counter Orochi’s flames. As Orochi closed in on Shiranui, sharpened claws glistening… A gigantic tree suddenly sprouted forth, shielding the wolf. Shiranui fought gallantly to gain the upper hand.

However… Orochi, protected by a mystical power, was not easily bested. Shiranui, covered in gashes, majestic coat dyed crimson, stood exhausted before the mighty Orochi. Orochi saw a chance to strike what would be the final blow. But Shiranui refused to give in. With its last ounce of strength, the majestic wolf gazed heavenward and unleashed a mighty howl. Suddenly, the black clouds overhead dissipated. The light from above glinted off Nagi’s sword as a beacon of hope. Guided by his sword, Nagi, who had been taking shelter in the shadows, stood proudly to face his adversary. Channeling all his strength into his scarred and battered arms, he leapt ferociously toward Orochi, his sword poised high.

The golden sword danced in his hands like a puppet on a string. One by one, Orochi’s fearsome heads separated from their owner. Orochi’s broken body collapsed in a lake of its own blood. In that instant, the curse that plagued the villagers was lifted. As the battle subsided, the sun shone once again in the sky. Shiranui had succumbed to Orochi’s poison and struggled to breathe. Nagi scooped the beast into his arms and returned to Kamiki. When they reached the village, Shiranui was no longer moving. The village elder gently stroked the wolf’s head. In response, Shiranui let out a hoarse and pitiful bark… Then closed its eyes and drifted off as if into slumber.

Peace had at last returned to Kamiki Village. In honor of Shiranui’s heroic exploits, the villagers erected a shrine and placed a statue of the wolf within it. Nagi’s sword was christened “Tsukuyomi” and placed inside the Moon Cave. The villagers all looked forward to an age of endless peace…

However, this is not the end of the story… There is more to this tale than most people know. 100 years had passed since Nagi and Shiranui’s heroic exploits. It happened so quickly that no one in the village even took notice…

And just like that, he awoke again. Lately, he’d been surfacing in and out of his slumber, but either way, darkness surrounded him. Silence entombed him. By her sacrifice, he’d been placed in this purgatory, yet with no way to atone for his sins and no way to suffer for them. Shiranui sighed, and settled again for another dip into oblivion.

Had I known, would I still have resisted? He thought.

He thought he heard a voice just outside of his resting place. Impossible, but his hopes raised a bit; he wished it could be her, the lovely Amaterasu. The stern goddess had come to him some time ago. He had been afraid for he was but a lowly wolf, a corrupted animal. His master often told him that he’d given Shiranui the ability to think just so he could regret. Amaterasu had taught him about valor and duty and trust, just so she could demolish all she’d edified.

Just so I could suffer for her.

A fire suddenly bloomed on his back. Shiranui panicked as the rock tomb around him crumbled away. Confused and achy, he stretched his body and leapt down from the shrine. Shiranui looked around. A sprite hovered above him.

“Ah! Such divine white light! Such beauty and grace!” she said. Shiranui narrowed his eyes. He thought he recognized her. “The only one capable of such a wondrous spectacle is none other than our mother and the origin of all that is, Amaterasu!”

Shiranui looked around and behind himself. He saw no one who looked even remotely like the goddess.

She can’t mean me, can she? He whined and lay down; though in slumber for many years, he’d gotten no sleep. The sprite waited for him to say or do something. He looked at her with one eye and said, Leave me; I crossed my master as a servant never should. Stay if you enjoy traitors in your midst. Sprites could usually pick up on his thoughts and feelings. This one, however, was determined to pester Shiranui.

“Amaterasu… Gaze above you and take in the condition of the sky,” she said. For the first time, he noticed the dark presence surrounding the area. He knew the cataclysmic style well. Shuddering at the thought of his former master, he returned his attention to the wood sprite.

“Since your untimely departure from our midst, the world has succumbed to devious and vicious beasts. They have ravaged our fine and bountiful country of Nippon… But never have the circumstances been worse than they are at this very moment.”

My departure wasn’t exactly voluntary, he thought. And the woman who so graciously helped is not here! Quit calling out to-

“Please use your powers to banish the darkness and punish those who would do us harm. …Hm?” Her bodice jiggled. Shiranui cocked his head. “Has something stolen its way into my robe? A ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

The beautiful laugh could not distract from the green projectile. It landed in front of Shiranui, who sniffed it. The green aura around it changed to red as the little person hopped up and yelled upward to the girl. Shiranui peered closely at him.

A Poncle…?

“Ow ow ow ow ow! Are you nuts? Boy, for a little thing, you sure make a big fuss! I was just tryin’ to make the conversation a bit more interesting, that’s all.”

“Were you napping in my clothes again, bug?”

“Bug? I told you a thousand times not to call me that! I’m a wandering artist. The name’s Issun!”

Shiranui settled back, slightly disappointed. He’d hoped that it’d be that other man, Isharru, Kishuku, or whatever his name had been. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t remember a lot of the names from way back when. Shiranui was looking back to the sprite again when a scroll bearing her image smacked him across the snout. It was a good painting, but his level of agitation couldn’t get any higher.

“Well, whaddya think? Even cuter than the real thing, no?” Issun asked, jumping onto his nose. “What’s with you, furball? You look kinda down in the dumps. Actually… You look kinda familiar… Got it! You look just like that statue of Shiranui!”

Shiranui growled. am Shiranui! He flipped his muzzle, catching the inch-high sprite in his mouth. He meant to swallow, but a sharp prick to his tongue made him spit Issun back up. The Poncle was not impressed. As Issun yelled at Shiranui, a roar from the north drowned him out. Shiranui cringed involuntarily at the sound.

“Wh-Wh-What’s that growling sound? And why’s it so dark, anyway?” Issun stammered.

I can see you’re going to be a lot of help. He snorted in the artist’s direction. The swirling air above them seemed to churn faster. He looked up and sighed, but then noticed the wood sprite was fading.

“O, great god Amaterasu… I’ve used all the power I have to protect Kamiki Village.” He didn’t bother correcting her this time. She sounded extremely weak, and sprites tended to get irritated when tired. “The village lives on. Their spirits lie encased in my fruit. Cut it free, and the village will be reborn! I trust in you. I know that you will lead us down the right path. Only your awesome power can restore life to the world.”

Shiranui cocked his head a bit. I’ll pretend you didn’t say it that way, sprite. I’ll pretend you didn’t say it at all. The giant cherry tree reappeared in its place. He looked up and down the leafless limbs, as did Issun.

“That Sakuya girl sure said some weird stuff. …That’s the fruit. That girl said that if you cut it down, the village will be restored.” He shook his head. “But it’s awfully high up there. This darkness is really gettin’ to me, too. A lot can happen while you’re taking a nap.”

A light shined forth from the base of the tree. Shiranui’s eyes weren’t used to such splendor; even witnessing Amaterasu had been painful. Calm came from the entrance. It unnerved him, for he’d only witnessed such peace with the goddess long ago.

Why is it, he wondered as he ran in the opposite direction, that I cannot escape her since I have reawakened?

He hit a wall. The jolt bolted down his stiff bones to his tail. Issun nearly fell off of his back.

“What in the world?” he said “There’s something blocking the road leading back to the village! Am I still dreaming?”

Shiranui tried again, but was forced back, resulting in clever commentary from his… companion: ” Ouch! Is there a wall here or something?” Sighing, Shiranui turned and walked through the glowing portal.

Inside, all sounds of menace were cut off. Flowers and grass littered the entrance, a breeze scratched the air. Shiranui had never felt more at ease, yet more terrified. He started when Issun spoke.

“Where are we? I don’t remember any place like this in the village. Well, we better keep our eyes peeled.”

Shiranui just kept his eyes open for a blade to cut down the fruit, but Issun had other things on his mind. At almost every corner was another chest or pot to examine— to make sure he missed not one yen of treasure. The wolf wished that the Poncle would have taken up with someone else when they came across a broken bridge. From the looks of it, it had been abandoned for decades.

“Looks like the bridge is out,” Issun said. Shiranui glanced back him and rolled his eyes.

Your wisdom no doubt impresses the masses, bug, he thought. If Issun understood, he didn’t say.

“This shouldn’t be so hard, um… Amaterasu, was it? That’s kinda long. Mind if I call ya ‘Ammy’?” Go ahead. I doubt anyone knows me anymore. “Listen, Ammy… Ever heard of the spirits of the brush? Good brushwork has its own soul, ‘least that’s what they say. Just watch. It’d take all day to explain… A picture’s worth a thousand words, right?”

Familiarity crept into Shiranui’s mind once again as a slight pause in the world around him happened. Suddenly, before his eyes, the bridge repaired itself. He started to pant and whine softly; she’d used that many times on her journey.

“Nice, huh? Just a little technique I’ve mastered called—” Rejuvenation! “—Rejuvenation. It’s a brush god power that can restore broken or missing things. I’ve practiced really hard just to master this one technique. But there are 13!” Issun sighed. He sounded impressed and overwhelmed to Shiranui. “Originally, all 13 were a single powerful deity. God or no god, how could anyone have the power to master all 13!?”

Shiranui smiled. I’ve seen that power, he thought as he ran across the bridge to the next monument. She wears robes as brilliant white as you are dull.


The White Wolf by Lynx Gunning

:psychotic laughter: I haven’t had breakfast this morning, so needless to say, I’m a bit on the insane side, ja? Yeehaw!!

Summary: {Takes place right after Vegeta gets his butt kicked by Goku:sniff:} Bulma is saved from a pack of street dogs by an oddly familiar black wolf. The wolf is horribly injured in the fight, so Bulma takes him home to heal him. But, this mysterious black wolf has a deeper secret, that changes Bulma’s life forever.

Disclaimer: Uh huh. . . what makes you think that some country music-loving seventh grader whose friend’s claim she needs therapy would own something like DBZ? That’s what I thought, too.

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The rain was coming down hard, making visibility about zero. Bulma never saw the feral dogs in the alley that she passed, and she didn’t even hear their growls until it was too late.

At the sound of the deep snarls and barks, Bulma turned to see a giant Rottweiler lunging at her, jaws open wide. She was too scared to even scream for help, she just stood petrified, glued to the spot. At the last second, however, a silent black shape crashed into the Rott’s ribs, sending it crashing into the brick wall with a sickening crack. the black creature landed lightly in front of Bulma and whirled on the three dogs that were with the Rott, snarling and growling.

The first feral dog to challenge the Shadow was a silver gray Siberian Husky. The Husky rushed the Shadow and leaped for its shoulder. The Shadow jumped over the Husky and tumbled onto the sidewalk behind it, ragaining its footing in seconds. Before the Husky could react, the Shadow lunged forward, grabbing the thick ruff of fur of the Husky’s neck. The Shadow and the dog spun circles round each other, the Shadow digging its fangs deeper into the Husky’s neck and the Husky clamping its jaws shut on air. Soon the Husky fell from blood loss, and the Shadow turned to greet the next challenger: a Bloodhound. The Bloodhound couldn’t match the Shadow’s speed, and was quickly disposed of in the same fashion as the Husky.

All this time Bulma had backed up only about six feet. The sight of the Shadow’s unorthadox fighting was captivating.

After the Bloodhound came a Golden Retriever-Rough Collie mix. The Shadow’s feet slipped a bit on the pools of blood and the Golden Collie took the chance to close its jaws on the Shadow’s ear then the shoulder. The Shadow managed to break free, but blood was streaming down its right shoulder and the right side of its face. Behind the Golden Collie was a small terrier of indiscernible pedigree. The small dog ran yelping into the night, not wanting to tangle withe the Shadow in case its companion fell. The distraction worked well, and the Shadow lunged for the Golden Collie’s throat, hitting the mark and breaking the jugular. The Golden Collie fell beside its pack members.

The continuous loss of blood caused the Shadow to falter and crumple down underneath the streetlight Bulma was standing under. The Shadow, in fact, was an incredibly large black wolf, his red eyes dimming as the life left him slowly. Bulma looked back over her shoulder. Right behind her was home, and she decided to repay the wolf by healing him.

Bulma carried the wolf as best she could up to CC and through the front door. Without taking off her jacket or boots or anything, she stumbled into the med lab with the wolf, setting it down on the metal table. She threw off the jacket and boot as quickly as possible and ran about the room grabbing gauze and antibiotics. She never noticed the wolf watching her intently, a slight grin, if you could call it that, forming on its lips.

The wolf didn’t protest any when Bulma wrapped its injured shoulder with gauze after applying a stinging antiseptic. She did her best to wrap the ear up, which had been torn to ribbons. The wolf slowly drifted off to sleep as soon as the procedure was completed, breathing heavily.

Carrying the wolf into her bedroom and laying it on her bed, Bulma thought, *What would a wolf be doing in the city? And why did it save me?* She looked at the wolf carefully, then smiled slightly. *Why did :he: save me?*

After changing out of the sopping wet clothes and into a thin nightshirt and matching silken pants, Bulma climbed onto the bed beside the wolf. She noticed for the first time the strange tuft of fur that seemed to stick out every which way on the wolf’s head. Stroking the wolf’s silky fur, Bulma said, almost to the wolf himself, “I think I’ll call you Shadow.”

The wolf breathed deeply. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t,” he said quietly.

Bulma sat up, straight and rigid. “Y-you talk!?”

“Of course I talk. What? Do the wolves of Earth not talk?”

The wolf’s voice sounded familiar. Too familiar. “You. . . you’re not from Earth?”

“Hmmmmm,” the wolf said, as if he was thinking. “No. I’m Saijin.”

*Saijin!? But, the only Saijins on Earth that I know of are Goku and that damned Vegeta! Oh no!* Bulma looked at the wolf’s now open eyes. There was a laughing expression to them, one of gratefulness even, but those eyes were unmistakable. “No. . . y-you’re. . . Vegeta, aren’t you?”

The wolf grinned. “Well, aren’t we clever?” He struggled to sit up, favoring his right leg. Looking at his injured leg, he sighed. “Damn dogs. You’re lucky I was there. They would’ve killed you.”

Bulma backed up a foot or so, then she stopped. “Why?”

“Huh?” Vegeta looked at her curiously, his black nose twitching.

“Why did you save me?”

Vegeta shook his head to settle the fur on his neck. “You won’t believe me, but-” The doorbell cut him off. He stared disdainfully at the door as Bulma jumped up and threw on one of her windbreakers she had carelessly thrown on a nearby chair. Vegeta hopped off the bed backwards to avoid putting any stress on his leg and limped after Bulma.

Going down the stairs presented a problem, and Bulma already had the door open by the time Vegeta reached the fifth step down. He stopped to look at a picture of Bulma and Yamcha on the wall and growled in spite of himself. When he went to continue down the stairs, he tripped himself up and went rolling down the rest of the stairs, yelping. He got lucky, and Bulma caught him before he reached the floor.

Bulma carried him cradled in her arms on his back like a baby into the living room, where Yamcha happened to be sitting on the couch taking his wet shoes off. Vegeta’s eyes narrowed.

Yamcha looked up and saw the giant black dog in Bulma’s arms and said, “When did you get a dog?”

Vegeta sneered and licked Bulma’s face. It was all Bulma could do to keep from dropping him, and instead set him down carefully. He stood a few inches above her waist.

Yamcha got up to give Bulma a kiss, but Vegeta snarled at him, fangs bared and hackles raised, and all that night Yamcha couldn’t get within three feet of Bulma, unless he wanted his hand bit off.

It turned out that the storm had grown too bad for Yamcha to continue all the way home, and he instead stopped at CC. The three of them stayed up late, but eventually, Yamcha fell asleep in a large recliner, and Bulma laid down on the couch, too tired to climb the stairs. Vegeta lay like he was Bulma’s personal doggy blanket with his hed resting on her chest. He watched the rain fall steadily for another hour, but soon fell asleep himself.

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Bulma woke up an hour or more before dawn to find Yamcha gone and Vegeta sleeping peacefully, his tail wagging slightly. He didn’t look dangerous when he was asleep. In fact, he looked like a :very: big, helpless puppy. She ran her fingers through his long, thick fur, watching it glimmer violets and blues and silvers in the moonlight.

*Why :did: he save me?* Bulma thought again. *And now what am I going to do with him? I can’t throw him out on the streets. He’ll die! Oh. . . why do I even care!?* She thought back to the night before, seeing Vegeta risk his life against those feral dogs to save hers. *He came out of nowhere! It was almost like he. . . :followed: me home.*

Vegeta’s eyes open a little, just enough to see Bulma’s face. “Do you really believe who I am?” He asked quietly. Bulma nodded, but there was a hesitation in her reply. “You falter. I’ll prove it to you.” Vegeta lifted his body a few inches from hers, and his entire body glowed a crimson red. The light blurred and reshaped itself. When the glow faded, Bulma saw Vegeta’s true form leaning over her, the only thing left of his armor was the torn remains of pants.

Bulma gasped quietly, to scared to move or say anything. She shrank back, but didn’t get far. “Please. . . don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.

Vegeta shook his head. “Do you think I would? You rescued me. You could’ve left me out in the rain to die, but you didn’t.” He sat back and looked at the recliner. “He left?” When there was no reply from Bulma, he said, “Good. I don’t like him.” His eyes narrowed. “There’s something. . . not right about him. His smell when he was around you. Dishonesty. I can’t pinpoint it, but that was definate. Dishonesty.”

“What do you mean?” Bulma demanded, anger replacing fear.

“That’s just it. I don’t know :what: I mean,” Vegeta answered helplessly. He gave her an oddly understanding look. “Why are you angry with me?”

“You tricked me!” Bulma screamed at him. “You pretended to be some good Samaratin dog to get in here!”

“Hardly,” Vegeta muttered. “I saved you. Plain and simple. No strings attached.”

“But why?”

“Why? I told you. You wouldn’t believe,” Vegeta said casually. He caught the look Bulma threw him. “On second thought. . . you caught my eye out on the streets, so I followed you. I was hoping to find someone who would give me a place to stay until it was safer for me. That was all it was. But when I saw those dogs. . . I got too emotionally involved, as the government would put it.”

“Too emotionally involved?” Bulma said it practically to herself. “Does that mean you cared for me as more than just a meal ticket?”

Vegeta nodded. “Close,” he hinted.

Bulma’s eyes grew wider. “I think I understand. But. . . how can I trust you? You tried to kill my boyfriend, my friends, and countless other people I most likely will never even know!”

“Because I know now that they weren’t the ones I’m angry with,” Vegeta said calmly.

*He’s so calm,* Bulma thought. *He’s nothing like he was on television! He doesn’t seem like a crazed maniac anymore! Maybe, he’s right. . .*

“I know I shouldn’t ask, but. . . can I still stay?”

“Well. . . my parents won’t be home for two weeks, so there’s nobody to stop me from saying. . . yes. You can stay. But, you have to pull your own weight around here, and if any of my friends come, you have to change into your wolf form. And don’t be mean to them. They might get suspicious.”

Vegeta nodded. “Alright. Fine with me.” He stared at her with an emotionless expression that sent a shiver down Bulma’s spine. “One more thing. . .”

Bulma didn’t have the chance to ask “What?” because Vegeta was already kissing her. It was obvious to Bulma that there was nothing innocent about Vegeta’s intentions, and she was right yet again.

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Well? Bleh. . . it’s bad, I know. But, what can you expect from a psychopath like me? Hehe. . .

Okey dokers. . . the next chapter jumps ahead a year (?) later, when the gang is on Namek. Funness!

The Lunar Wolf by shadow-dog18

CHAPTER ONE

The moon was illuminating brightly on this dark and lonely night, as a girl walk through a forest to get to her home when as she was coming into a clearing there under the glowing moon lay a white wolf that seems to be hurt.

Slowly walking up to it to get a better look at the wolf, who in deed was hurt with a big gash on its side with the blood red color standing out the down next to it the girl could see it faintly breathing as its chest would rise and fall now and some unknown reasoned she pick up the white wolf suddenly becoming aware the it was light to hold up.

Walking quickly the girl carries the wolf through the woods as the wind pushed her light brown hair around after ten minuets of walking a small log cabin came into view, after she manage to open with the wolf still in her arms she walk over to the black color coughs and lay it down on it.

Then she got back up right , went down the hall and into the bathroom to the white copter under the sank she pulled out a first aid kit, hurrying out of the bathroom and back over to the white wolf she sat back down next to it and open the first aid kit were she started to treat its wound on its side.

There she sat putting some antibiotics on the cut, all the while she was doing so the wolf never seem to flinch or yelp in girl soon started to wrap a banged around the wolfs cut, until it was full warped over at the wolfs face the girl started to notices that it was breathing heavily she puts her hand on its belly but quickly removed her hand at how worm it was.

” A fever you must have gotten from that cut of yours ” Stated the girl as she got up of the floor with the first aid kit in hand and brought it with her in to the bathroom.

After putting away the first aid kit she pull out a tub, cloth and started to fill it with cool water before she toke it and went back over to the wolfs side, where she once again sat down next to it and taking the cloth and dipping it into the water she squished the water out of it before she place it on the wolfs belly.

The Girl continued to do this for a few hours , gowning tried as she yawed she got up off the floor and went over to a chair near bye she sat down and fell fast asleep.

Well after midnight the moon came out from behind some clouds glowing brightly as if call for the inside the house the wolf started to stir in its long sleep before it finally open its eyes, slowly looking around its surroundings to figure out were it was when it notice that it wounds were treated, suddenly looking over to the left of the wolf saw the human girl fast asleep and quickly figure out she must have helped him.

Getting up slowly from the cough and put its front paws on the floor before flinching a bit form the pain in his side, pushing the pain aside the wolf got full of the cough and slowly went over to the door and manage to get it opened before it walk out in front of the little home and sat down on the ground staring up at the moon before howling.

Walking from a start from the sudden sound of howling the girl looked over and saw the wolf up the her spot she noticed the door open and went over to it and open the door wider before she saw the wolf which seems to be glowing.

The wolf slowly started to transform from wolf to a human male with black hair, white pants that had gold markings on them, but he had no shirt on him or shoes on his feet.

Seeing the wolf suddenly turn into a human like her Gasp before all she saw was black.

Hearing a gasped he turned around in time to see the girl from before looking shock since she must have saw him before seeing her eyes close and fall back wards.

Acing quickly he rush over to her in time to caught her from falling to the ground, he started at her form a moment to get a better look at her face before picking her up in to his arms and walked back in side and closed the door behind him, walked over to the same cough he was ling on earlier and set her down on it, once he was sure she ok he want over to the chair she had be sitting on , sat down him self and casting on last look at her closed his eyes before falling fast asleep.

This story well get longer and better as it goes, ayways leave a nice reviwe and enjoy.

The White Wolf and his Jewel by The Only Love For Soujiro Seta

Hi, meet the wonderful world of fantasy, adventure and love.

Summary: A white shinny wolf lived in the forest all alone. His family was killed when there was a fire on the other side. His family guard the forest, but now once they were gone the white wolf at to it him self. But he doesn’t know he was supposed to protect it. And once his duty was not recognized the darkness that forest held came forth and spread through out the land. What will this brave wolf do to keep the darkness in the dark of the tress?

The White Wolf and his Jewel

Chapter 1 (I’ll try)

A small girl, at the age of 4 came running from one direction then turning the other way. From far away all you could see is her just running and having a good time. The dead grass coming up to her just below her shoulders. Her cheerful screams and laughs filled the deadly of monsters’ ears, but none bothered her. As long as she don’t do anything else they won’t try anything.

From far away you could see the girl suddenly fall to the ground with a loud scream. And from above the grass you could see a white tail wagging.

“Stop puppy! Stop! HAHA!” The girl laughed. As much as the puppy wanted to continue to give her joy; he stopped and sat up. At this you could see just what the monster was torturing the girl with tickles.

The girl sat up and patted the pup in the head before standing up and giving it a loud ‘kiss’ on his head. If dogs could smile; this puppy was smiling up to the heavens.

“Kaoru! Kaoru come on!”

The little girl turned to see her father wave his hand to come to him. “OK” she waved back. She heard the puppy whine and gave it a smile. She put her hands on her knees and leaned down to be face to face with it. “Don’t worry puppy I’ll ask my Daddy to see if you can come and stay with us.” It whined again and she gave it a sympathetic smile and patted its head again “I’ll come tomorrow and tell if you can come with us and stay with us” she said with a grin.

That made the puppy wag its tail again, but a little faster. Its silver fur brushed passed her, as it gave its best puppy dog look. “Don’t worry” she reassured again. She began walking away as she waved bye to it. When she got to her father she turned back to see it still there and with its yellow eyes pouring into hers. She waved again and laughed as it howled.

“Is that a new friend?” her father asked.

“Yup” she beamed up at him. The puppy howled until you could no longer see them anymore. And when it turned to dusked it went into the forest to rest up for tomorrow.

It was going to be a big day for the both of them.

Draco Malfoy and the White Wolf by Connie Welsh

A/N: I know I should really be working on TRR or LIB right now, but I was just reading a couple essays in the book The Plot Thickens… Harry Potter Investigated by Fans for Fans (which I highly recommend by the way, it’s a Wizarding World Press book edited by Galadriel Waters and its really neat), as well as re-reading the fanfiction The God of the Lost, by Gravity (Which is teh shiz man. If you haven’t read it, do it right now, it is the best fanfiction I have ever read, and trust me, I’ve read a lot.) Anyway, I was reading these things and I noticed that Gravity called the whole Draco being a white wolf animagus thing a little cliché (don’t worry Gravity, I’m not downing you, I’m just saying it got me thinking) and from there I started looking for more fanfictions in which Draco was an animagus. (It didn’t matter what form.) It was then that I realized that almost all the fanfiction writers I came across portrayed Draco as a white wolf animagus. Then of course, I went all philosophical and started to really think about it. I realized that it made perfect sense, and the result was this essay. So sit back, relax as best you can, and don’t forget to visit the “Submit Review” button on your way out. (Come on, you know you want to…)

Draco Malfoy and the White Wolf
Why the White Wolf is Draco’s Perfect Animagus

More often than not, us fanfiction writers will either stumble across a fanfiction in which Draco Malfoy is an animagus with a white wolf form, or else we incorporate it into our own work. Why is this? Why is it that no matter what other animagus form he’s given by fanfiction writers, we always seem to gravitate towards the wolf image? I believe this question can be answered simply by comparing the myth and lore of wolves as well as known facts about wolves with the personality traits of Draco Malfoy.

Let’s start off with the myths and lore, shall we? For example, we have the children’s story “The Three Little Pigs”. In this story, the three little pigs are being terrorized by the Big Bad Wolf. Each little pig builds a house to keep the Big Bad Wolf at bay; one made of straw, one made of twigs, and one made of bricks. The first two houses are easily blown away by the Big Bad Wolf and all his lungpower, but the final house defeats all his hot air. The brick is too strong to simply be blown away, so he tries climbing down the chimney instead. The three little pigs, all hiding out in the brick house, hear him on their roof and quickly build a fire in the fireplace. Both the Big Bad Wolf and his brilliant plan to climb down the chimney all go up in flames, however, when he falls into the fire.

Now let us compare. In this story, the wolf blows down the little pig’s houses to try and scare them into being under his control, and to soon after eat them. Draco Malfoy also uses the tactic of fear to get what he wants. He picks on people and starts fights in order to get the fearful respect of all. But if one would take a close look at whom he picks on, one could see that the houses he’s blown down were nothing but straw and twigs, making their destruction no impressive feat. Take Neville Longbottom for example, or Collin Creevy. Both are either smaller or more timid than Draco, making them easy prey for anyone wanting to be mean. Unfortunately for him, the few times he tries to prove that he could beat someone equal to him, (namely Harry and his friends); it backfires rather horribly, just like the chimney idea of the wolf. Similarities: the use of fear to get respect, and the tendency for it to come back and burn him in the ass.

Two other wolf stories are “Little Red Riding Hood” and “The Wolf and the Seven Goats”, which both share a common theme. In “Little Red Riding Hood”, there is a sweet girl on her way to her grandmother’s house to bring her wine and cake. On the way, she meets the wolf, who cleverly distracts her from her goal by suggesting she picks flowers for her grandmother. This distraction delaying Little Red Rising Hood from her grandmother’s house gives the terrible old wolf the opportunity to sneak ahead of the little girl to her grandmother’s house and eat the old woman. When Little Red Riding Hood finally makes it to her grandmother’s house, she finds the wolf in her grandmother’s bed and wearing her grandmother’s clothes in order to fool her. It works until Little Red Riding Hood mentions how large his teeth are, at which point the wolf reveals himself and swallows the girl whole. Fortunately for Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, a nearby wood’s man hears the wolf’s snoring and knows what he has done when he finds him in the grandmother’s bed. While the wolf sleeps, he cuts the brute open and saves both Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, and fills the wolf with rocks instead. When the wolf wakes to find himself full of rocks, he falls down dead.

In “The Wolf and the Seven Goats”, there is a goat that lives with her seven kids. One day, she leaves to fetch some food for them in the woods, but before she goes she tells her kids to beware of the wolf, and know him by his gruff voice and black feet. The kids promise to be careful, and she leaves. As characteristic for the wolf to show up when he’s not wanted, the wolf knocks on the door of the house in which the seven kids live, saying that their mother had returned. Hearing the gruffness of his voice, the kids refuse him entrance. He comes back soon after, swallowing some chalk to soften his voice, but this time the kids see his black feet on the window sill, and again refuse him entrance. Next the wolf goes to the baker and says that he has a bruised foot, and requests some dough to put on it. The baker gives it to him, and the wolf then goes to the miller and threatens to eat the miller if he does not put flour on his foot. Frightened, the miller does as the wolf wanted. Again the wolf goes to the house of the seven goat kids and knocks on the door. Seeing no black feet nor hearing a gruff voice, the kids let him in. Seeing their grave mistake, the kids try to hide. The wolf finds all but one, and leaves to sleep off his meal. The mother comes home to find her house torn apart and all but one of her precious kids gone and eaten. The youngest, who had hidden in the clockcase, goes with the mother to find the wolf. They find him in the meadow, his snores shaking the tree branches in their loudness. Carefully, the mother gets a pair of scissors and cuts open the wolf, freeing her children. Refilling him with rocks and sewing him back up again, the family leaves for home. The wolf, upon waking, finds that he is thirsty and goes to the river to drink. The stones’ weight drags him to a watery grave at the bottom of the river, where he can do no more harm to the family of goats.

Two rather lengthy stories later, we’re ready to compare. In both “Little Red Riding Hood” as well as “The Wolf and the Seven Goats”, the wolf is seen as a very manipulative and very clever character. Draco can also be seen as manipulative and clever. Take for example the incident in book one in which Draco challenges Harry and Ron to a wizard’s duel in the trophy room, but instead of going, tips off Filch and nearly gets Harry and Co. expelled. Now I know that some of you will be shaking your heads and arguing, “Yeah, but that was a low and sneaky thing to do!” and to this I reply, so was the was the act of the wolf who pretended to be grandmother in “Little Red Riding Hood” and the goat’s mother in “The Wolf and the Seven Goats”, yet it was also incredibly clever. He knew that Harry was to proud to not show up, and he used that to his best advantage, which would be to get Harry kicked out of school. That also brings up another Draco characteristic. Nothing is below him to do. If he had the opportunity to sleep with Hermione Granger just to get some dirt on Harry, I wouldn’t put it past him to do it, even with the whole “dirty blood” thing. Yet at the same time, the wolves in these stories were careless, as both ended up full of rocks in the end. Draco is also a little careless. He doesn’t always think things through before going through with them, such as when he bought the whole Slytherin Quidditch team brooms, but didn’t think about the consequences of failure for his team, or how his failures would make him look. Similarities: manipulative, clever, shameless, and careless.

Now let’s come back to reality and put some facts about real wolves on the board to consider. Fact: wolves travel in packs. Also fact: Draco Malfoy travels with a pack. Draco is never seen without his troupe of Slytherin friends, such as Crabbe and Goyle, who act almost as bodyguards, and his arm ornament Pansy Parkinson. A lone wolf is usually not a successful wolf. Without a pack hunt with, a lone wolf is never as healthy or lives as long as a wolf that lives within the protection of a pack. As with the lone wolf, Draco would be nothing without his pack to back him up.

Fact: wolves have leaders, also called alphas, within their packs. Also fact: Draco is the alpha of his “pack”. Those that are incorporated in Draco’s pack of friends listen and believe everything he says, and would do anything that he ordered them to do, playing into the whole dominance and recessive roles of a wolf pack.

Fact: wolves are terribly shy of humans and avoid us whenever possible. Also fact: Draco will avoid direct confrontation whenever possible. He will challenge Harry and pick on anyone smaller and weaker than him, but he will also try to make the lesser of his pack front him and use them as a scapegoat. Remember, Draco never challenges Harry without his cronies there to protect him, or without a teacher to stop Harry’s retaliation.

Now, I’m sure that some of you may be saying “Ok, I get the whole wolf thing now, but how does the white thing tie into this?” and I’ll tell you. White is often seen as a color of purity, and what is Draco infamously known for bragging about? The purity of his bloodline.

So there you have it folks, why Draco Malfoy’s perfect animagus form is a white wolf and why we should care.

A/N: It took me hours to write this, so I better get at least one review saying its halfway decent… :-D . Just kidding, I appreciate constructive criticism just as much as compliments. Anywho, I hope I was insightful. Cheers till next time then.

Connie

P.S.- The following are absolutely GORGEOUS Harry Potter fics that I’ve had the extreme fortune to come across and I just have to mention them. READ THEM:

The Twenty, by Leyna Rountree (I forewarn, this is a Hermione/Snape one, but the writing style and the story is just too gorgeous to ignore. Read it even if the idea creeps you, you’ll be addicted to the story by the middle of chapter 1…)

Sunday Night Sex Talk, by Priah (I absolutely love this one. The way Draco and Hermione banter back and forth in this one is great.)

Their Room, by Aleximoon (Wonderful fic. The characters were so i.c., and the storyline was great. Plot twists baby!)

Wild Honey, by Leli (Superb. That’s all I can say to describe it.)

And finally, any and all things written by Gravity, Artistically Insane, and burgendyred. They rock my socks man, particularly Gravity. I simply adore her writing.

Unlikely and Unexpected by AlexaAres

A/N: Hi everyone… I am taking a leap of faith, and putting my first ever fanfiction up online for the world to see. I just had too cause I hate the Derek/Kate ship… it’s just…. Wrong.

Anyway… this idea just popped into my head after watching like the fourth episode of Teen wolf, and I rolled with it. I waited a while cause I wasn’t sure how much I was going to like it or not, but eh… whatever.

I am hoping to update weekly, and get it done before school starts (doubtful, but I will try).

Reviews are appreciated, and keep in mind I have a math brain… not English, so as my more English centered friends say you have horrible grammar and punctuation. I will try to have a friend proof read it before I post, but they are about to start school, and life gets busy when that happens.

Oh and an FYI part of this takes place before what happens in Teen wolf. Then at some later point it will follow the teen wolf episodes, though mainly focused on Derek, and with multiple changes.


Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


Derek wasn’t use to being alone. He had always had his sister, up until a few months ago when they argued and split. Derek found her a few days ago, butchered in the woods of their family’s old property. She had been ripped in half, and was left as bait… for him.

He disliked the Argents from the beginning, ever since they had burned down his family’s home. He had confided in an Argent, told one of them their secret, that they were werewolves and look at where it got them… only one survived the fire… if you can call it that. His uncle, now in a mental institute, was the only one to survive. Derek and his sister were at school when it started, and left the moment it was over. They weren’t safe, they were never safe, at least not from the Argents, who followed them everywhere the two went.

In the six years he had been on the run, only once did he ever feel like he was safe, even to the point where he may not have needed his older sister Laura. But Derek should have known better, he was a werewolf and she was… well she wasn’t. He knew it would never work out, but he always hoped that it would.

But that was his first mistake. Nothing normal happens to werewolves, especially one who was born this way. They never stood a chance, he was a fool to think they could be together, let alone trying to hide it from his sister.

Laura had always been over protective ever since the fire, but when she found out Derek had been lying to her two years ago, she never let him out of her sight. Derek had betrayed the one person he relied on, and Laura never forgave him for that. What hurt worse was the fact that he had left, with a shitty goodbye. He just left her without an explanation… Derek wondered now what she thought about him.

He looked down trying to hold back tears. He had messed up, he had messed everything up. He left to go find her, and his sister came home alone to find out what was going on. In doing so she had gotten herself killed, and Derek had come up empty. What if he had been there? Would his sister still be alive? It was all his fault, but now he had a chance to make it right, a chance to avenge his sister’s death.

He walked onto the porch of his family’s old, charred, home. It was dusk, and he decided it would be a good time to run. No one knew he lived out here, and no one would ever find out because it was ‘haunted’. If only they knew that ghosts are the least of this town’s worries.

He was wearing athletic shorts and shoes, but no shirt. It was a hot night during the late summer in California. Derek figured he would run for an hour or so, work off some of this anger that had been welling up inside for a few weeks now.

The air was cool, but it was humid and within a few minutes of starting his run he was already glistening with sweat.

He had heard something rustle in the distance, and he stopped dead in his tracks. He focused on his hearing and sight, his eyes went from the pale green, to a bright ice blue because he was using his werewolf powers. He listened and waited… nothing.

Something still didn’t feel right, so Derek decided it was best to head back to the house. He ran quickly, but not werewolf quick, back to the house. He was breathing heavily as he walked up the steps to the porch, which he paced as a cool down so he wouldn’t cramp. He put his hands on top of his head to increase oxygen intake only to hear what he thought he had heard earlier on his run.

This time he smelled it… he had never smelled anything like this before. He opened his eyes and saw it… a white wolf standing on the edge of the trees that surrounded the house. The wolf stood in line with the steps of the porch, its ears perked and alert. It wasn’t growling, just staring at him, with, Derek realized, two different colored eyes. This white wolf had one blue and one green eye. It was the oddest thing. But in all honesty the whole thing was odd. First of all a wolf in California, second it was pure white, third its eye colors, and lastly that it was there.

Derek stared at the wolf, and tilted his head a little, squinting, wondering if he was hallucinating. The wolf tilted its head the same way, and its eyes showed confusion. Derek was taken aback, he didn’t know what to do. The wolf stopped tilting its head and reared back, letting out a long, lonely howl into the twilight sky.

Derek felt odd, and when he looked down at his hands he noticed they were changing into werewolf claws. In shock, he quickly regained control of himself, but when he looked back up the mysterious white wolf was gone. Derek ran off the porch and looked around, but the wolf was nowhere to be found.

He returned to the house, confused, and bewildered. That wolf was just freaky. Derek thought about the wolf, but chills crawled up his spine when he remembered the eyes. The two different colored eyes, and the look in them were chilling.

Derek shook the feeling away, and walked inside the house, ready for the night to come.

He decided to check his phone for the latest google searches about wolf behavior, to see if there was any explanation for this appearance.

He found nothing about wolves approaching humans, unless they had become familiar with one early on in life. But this wolf seemed wild, and it didn’t come right up to him, so Derek was certain that it had had no human contact.

Perhaps the wolf had mistaken his smell as one of a wolf, and came looking for a pack. It must be a Kerl, a lone wolf, looking for a pack… or a mate. Derek felt the wolf wouldn’t be back though, it was just a onetime thing.

But he was wrong.


The next morning, Derek awoke and walked out onto the porch to stretch. His pajamas consisted of flannel pants, no shoes and no shirt. The air was cool, and there was a slight mist that filled Derek’s nostrils as he took in a deep breath, eyes closed. He smelled the air, with all its different scents, but then Derek smelled something.

The wolf.

His eyes opened, scanning around, trying to see through the mist. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and there walking towards him through the mist was the white wolf. This time it ventured farther from the protection of the trees, and thus closer to the house.

Derek still wasn’t sure of what this bizarre wolf wanted. He was unsure of its intentions and of its purpose.

Derek noticed the wolf’s posture this time. Its ears were pulled back, and its eyes were narrowed, but it wasn’t snarling, or growling. Its tail wasn’t tucked between its legs, and its back was straight, not arched. So the wolf was obviously not fearful… yet. It was more like suspicion because its tail was neutral, parallel to the ground, and its back was straight.

Derek decided to go ahead and take a step toward the wolf. He only just stepped off the porch when he noticed the wolf’s tail lower, still not growling, but cautious.

Derek decided to take another step closer, and keep doing so until the wolf showed fear or aggression. He was about twenty feet away from the wolf when it bolted away.

“Damn it!” Derek said in frustration. He was going to find out what this wolf was doing, no matter what.


After a long day, which included not only Scott being as annoying as ever, but also burying his sister, well half of her, next to the house, he was going to make dinner. He hadn’t placed the wolfsbane around her body yet, but he figured he could do that in the morning. He could only take so much. His sister had been everything, and in the two years since he betrayed her, she still hadn’t forgiven him. And now he had no chance at redemption.

He was in the kitchen making a sandwich, and he grabbed an ice cold beer. He needed some alcohol to calm his racing mind. And although alcoholic beverages don’t work on werewolves quite like they do to humans, it helped when consumed in large quantities.

Derek came out from the kitchen and made his way into the entry way so he could go into the living room to finish eating. He was about to walk into the living room, when he felt a cool air hit him. He turned around to find the front door open, and the white wolf sitting in the doorway.

Derek was so surprised he dropped his beer onto the floor, which broke when it hit. The wolf didn’t stir though. Derek was unsure of what to do. Derek was trying to figure out what to do when the wolf got up and began to slowly make its way over to him. It was a curious approach, so Derek crouched down, but the wolf stopped abruptly.

Derek decided to try and coax the wolf to him, “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

The wolf seemed to relax with those words, and began to walk closer again. The wolf was about two feet away when Derek raised his hand to pet it, but the wolf jerked back.

“Sorry,” Derek said realizing his mistake. He kept his hand up though this time so the wolf could smell it.

The wolf moved a little closer to Derek’s hand, stuck its neck out just far enough, and began to sniff Derek’s hand. The wolf’s nose was cold and wet against Derek’s hand. Then the wolf slowly moved it’s body closer, and then began to sniff up Derek’s arm.

It wasn’t long until the wolf was sniffing at Derek’s shoulder, then up his neck. Derek closed his eyes and held his breath, he still was unsure of what the wolf wanted. The wolf moved up a little farther, and Derek could hear the wolf sniffing directly over his ear. Then Derek felt something he hadn’t expected, a wet sandpapery tongue was licking his cheek. It began to tickle so he smiled and began to laugh a little.

He sat down and the wolf followed his face as it continued to lick his face.

“Alright that’s enough,” Derek said, still laughing a little. He began to push the wolf’s face away but the wolf snarled at him. The wolf’s eyes soon turned from anger to that of perhaps, apology.

Derek’s hands were up, like he was being arrested by the cops, and the wolf nudged its head into one of them. Derek slowly began to pet it, its fur was so soft, almost like silk. After a few moments of petting, the wolf rolled onto its back, and Derek was surprised to see it warm up to him so quickly. He began to rub its stomach.

It was then that Derek realized it was a girl. He got back into a crouch and the wolf got up too, and sat there staring up into Derek’s eyes. He gently grabbed the wolf’s face, and began to pet it a little as he took his first good look into the wolf’s two different colored eyes.

The green one was so fierce, but the blue one was very light and piercing. The blue eye seemed so familiar, and then he realized it reminded him of her. He couldn’t look into the wolf’s blue eye any longer, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

The wolf seemed to understand. She began to whimper and gently began to lick his cheek again.

“Thanks girl,” Derek said wiping the tears from his eyes as he scratched the top of her head.

“So… what now?” Derek said still stunned by what had just happened.

Derek was surprised as the wolf ran around the house sniffing around. Derek tried to follow her but she was just too quick. Derek started to wonder if the wolf had left, when he felt something nudge him on the back of his knee. Derek jumped, and turned only to see the wolf, with something in its mouth. “What is that?” Derek said reaching for the object in the wolf’s mouth.

A semi-wet tennis ball dropped into Derek’s hand. He looked at it. It was partially charred, he realized it must have been from the fire six years ago. They had a german shepherd back then, Max was his name. Derek loved Max, they were such an amazing duo… always getting into trouble. He smiled at the thought.

But just as the rest of his world was torn away from him, so too was his best bud Max. He squeezed the tennis ball, nearly crushing it in his hand from rage, but again the feel of a soft fur coat against his hand calmed him down.

“Sorry,” Derek said petting the wolf with his free hand.

The wolf barked, and motioned its head toward the door.

“What?”

The wolf came at Derek with lightning speed. Its mouth opened as if to bite Derek’s hand. He backed away, only to have the wolf bite the tennis ball out of his hand. The wolf made its way to the door once more, turned, and sat down. It motioned outside a few times, and then got up and trotted away.

“Alright,” Derek said to himself, completely baffled by the wolf’s strange behavior.

Derek walked outside, to find the wolf waiting for him in the front yard. Its eyes looked large and wanting, like a puppy, not like the large wild wolf that it was.

Derek approached the white wolf, and reached out to take the tennis ball from the wolf’s mouth. But the wolf bent down low to the ground, with its butt up in the air. Derek thought it might be cowering, but the wolf seemed to be playing with him. The wolf leapt from side to side as Derek tried to grab the ball from her.

Derek eventually began to chase the wolf around the yard. He began to smile, and realized that he was actually having fun for the first time in years. He hadn’t had this much fun since… well since he was with her.

After a short while Derek gave an exasperated sigh, and plopped down on the ground, pretending he was dead. The wolf, out of curiosity or worry, slowly trotted over to Derek, and began sniffing him with her cold, wet nose.

“BOO!” Derek shouted as the wolf jumped in surprise. He grabbed for the tennis ball and got a good hold. He shook the ball, and the wolf’s head followed suit. Soon the wolf let go, and Derek had the ball now.

He taunted the wolf, making quick motions like he was going to throw it. Once the wolf was almost at the point of annoyance, Derek reeled back and chucked the ball across the yard. The white wolf bolted to go catch it. Derek watched in amazement at the grace and agility the wolf had.

She didn’t catch the ball in the air, but soon had the bouncing ball back in her mouth and was sprinting back to Derek.

The white wolf was so excited that she accidentally ran past Derek, and had to turn and run back. She dropped the slobbery ball into Derek’s out stretched had.

“Again?” Derek asked.

The wolf stood anxiously for the ball to be thrown. Every time Derek moved the wolf twitched, just waiting for the ball to be thrown.

“Alright…” Derek said as he wound up and threw the ball as hard as he could.


A/N: You will learn more about what happened two years ago between Derek and Laura, and why they argued and split up, and who this mysterious her is.

A Lone White Wolf by Der Traumer

A/N: I know I should really be working on TRR or LIB right now, but I was just reading a couple essays in the book The Plot Thickens… Harry Potter Investigated by Fans for Fans (which I highly recommend by the way, it’s a Wizarding World Press book edited by Galadriel Waters and its really neat), as well as re-reading the fanfiction The God of the Lost, by Gravity (Which is teh shiz man. If you haven’t read it, do it right now, it is the best fanfiction I have ever read, and trust me, I’ve read a lot.) Anyway, I was reading these things and I noticed that Gravity called the whole Draco being a white wolf animagus thing a little cliché (don’t worry Gravity, I’m not downing you, I’m just saying it got me thinking) and from there I started looking for more fanfictions in which Draco was an animagus. (It didn’t matter what form.) It was then that I realized that almost all the fanfiction writers I came across portrayed Draco as a white wolf animagus. Then of course, I went all philosophical and started to really think about it. I realized that it made perfect sense, and the result was this essay. So sit back, relax as best you can, and don’t forget to visit the “Submit Review” button on your way out. (Come on, you know you want to…)

Draco Malfoy and the White Wolf
Why the White Wolf is Draco’s Perfect Animagus

More often than not, us fanfiction writers will either stumble across a fanfiction in which Draco Malfoy is an animagus with a white wolf form, or else we incorporate it into our own work. Why is this? Why is it that no matter what other animagus form he’s given by fanfiction writers, we always seem to gravitate towards the wolf image? I believe this question can be answered simply by comparing the myth and lore of wolves as well as known facts about wolves with the personality traits of Draco Malfoy.

Let’s start off with the myths and lore, shall we? For example, we have the children’s story “The Three Little Pigs”. In this story, the three little pigs are being terrorized by the Big Bad Wolf. Each little pig builds a house to keep the Big Bad Wolf at bay; one made of straw, one made of twigs, and one made of bricks. The first two houses are easily blown away by the Big Bad Wolf and all his lungpower, but the final house defeats all his hot air. The brick is too strong to simply be blown away, so he tries climbing down the chimney instead. The three little pigs, all hiding out in the brick house, hear him on their roof and quickly build a fire in the fireplace. Both the Big Bad Wolf and his brilliant plan to climb down the chimney all go up in flames, however, when he falls into the fire.

Now let us compare. In this story, the wolf blows down the little pig’s houses to try and scare them into being under his control, and to soon after eat them. Draco Malfoy also uses the tactic of fear to get what he wants. He picks on people and starts fights in order to get the fearful respect of all. But if one would take a close look at whom he picks on, one could see that the houses he’s blown down were nothing but straw and twigs, making their destruction no impressive feat. Take Neville Longbottom for example, or Collin Creevy. Both are either smaller or more timid than Draco, making them easy prey for anyone wanting to be mean. Unfortunately for him, the few times he tries to prove that he could beat someone equal to him, (namely Harry and his friends); it backfires rather horribly, just like the chimney idea of the wolf. Similarities: the use of fear to get respect, and the tendency for it to come back and burn him in the ass.

Two other wolf stories are “Little Red Riding Hood” and “The Wolf and the Seven Goats”, which both share a common theme. In “Little Red Riding Hood”, there is a sweet girl on her way to her grandmother’s house to bring her wine and cake. On the way, she meets the wolf, who cleverly distracts her from her goal by suggesting she picks flowers for her grandmother. This distraction delaying Little Red Rising Hood from her grandmother’s house gives the terrible old wolf the opportunity to sneak ahead of the little girl to her grandmother’s house and eat the old woman. When Little Red Riding Hood finally makes it to her grandmother’s house, she finds the wolf in her grandmother’s bed and wearing her grandmother’s clothes in order to fool her. It works until Little Red Riding Hood mentions how large his teeth are, at which point the wolf reveals himself and swallows the girl whole. Fortunately for Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, a nearby wood’s man hears the wolf’s snoring and knows what he has done when he finds him in the grandmother’s bed. While the wolf sleeps, he cuts the brute open and saves both Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, and fills the wolf with rocks instead. When the wolf wakes to find himself full of rocks, he falls down dead.

In “The Wolf and the Seven Goats”, there is a goat that lives with her seven kids. One day, she leaves to fetch some food for them in the woods, but before she goes she tells her kids to beware of the wolf, and know him by his gruff voice and black feet. The kids promise to be careful, and she leaves. As characteristic for the wolf to show up when he’s not wanted, the wolf knocks on the door of the house in which the seven kids live, saying that their mother had returned. Hearing the gruffness of his voice, the kids refuse him entrance. He comes back soon after, swallowing some chalk to soften his voice, but this time the kids see his black feet on the window sill, and again refuse him entrance. Next the wolf goes to the baker and says that he has a bruised foot, and requests some dough to put on it. The baker gives it to him, and the wolf then goes to the miller and threatens to eat the miller if he does not put flour on his foot. Frightened, the miller does as the wolf wanted. Again the wolf goes to the house of the seven goat kids and knocks on the door. Seeing no black feet nor hearing a gruff voice, the kids let him in. Seeing their grave mistake, the kids try to hide. The wolf finds all but one, and leaves to sleep off his meal. The mother comes home to find her house torn apart and all but one of her precious kids gone and eaten. The youngest, who had hidden in the clockcase, goes with the mother to find the wolf. They find him in the meadow, his snores shaking the tree branches in their loudness. Carefully, the mother gets a pair of scissors and cuts open the wolf, freeing her children. Refilling him with rocks and sewing him back up again, the family leaves for home. The wolf, upon waking, finds that he is thirsty and goes to the river to drink. The stones’ weight drags him to a watery grave at the bottom of the river, where he can do no more harm to the family of goats.

Two rather lengthy stories later, we’re ready to compare. In both “Little Red Riding Hood” as well as “The Wolf and the Seven Goats”, the wolf is seen as a very manipulative and very clever character. Draco can also be seen as manipulative and clever. Take for example the incident in book one in which Draco challenges Harry and Ron to a wizard’s duel in the trophy room, but instead of going, tips off Filch and nearly gets Harry and Co. expelled. Now I know that some of you will be shaking your heads and arguing, “Yeah, but that was a low and sneaky thing to do!” and to this I reply, so was the was the act of the wolf who pretended to be grandmother in “Little Red Riding Hood” and the goat’s mother in “The Wolf and the Seven Goats”, yet it was also incredibly clever. He knew that Harry was to proud to not show up, and he used that to his best advantage, which would be to get Harry kicked out of school. That also brings up another Draco characteristic. Nothing is below him to do. If he had the opportunity to sleep with Hermione Granger just to get some dirt on Harry, I wouldn’t put it past him to do it, even with the whole “dirty blood” thing. Yet at the same time, the wolves in these stories were careless, as both ended up full of rocks in the end. Draco is also a little careless. He doesn’t always think things through before going through with them, such as when he bought the whole Slytherin Quidditch team brooms, but didn’t think about the consequences of failure for his team, or how his failures would make him look. Similarities: manipulative, clever, shameless, and careless.

Now let’s come back to reality and put some facts about real wolves on the board to consider. Fact: wolves travel in packs. Also fact: Draco Malfoy travels with a pack. Draco is never seen without his troupe of Slytherin friends, such as Crabbe and Goyle, who act almost as bodyguards, and his arm ornament Pansy Parkinson. A lone wolf is usually not a successful wolf. Without a pack hunt with, a lone wolf is never as healthy or lives as long as a wolf that lives within the protection of a pack. As with the lone wolf, Draco would be nothing without his pack to back him up.

Fact: wolves have leaders, also called alphas, within their packs. Also fact: Draco is the alpha of his “pack”. Those that are incorporated in Draco’s pack of friends listen and believe everything he says, and would do anything that he ordered them to do, playing into the whole dominance and recessive roles of a wolf pack.

Fact: wolves are terribly shy of humans and avoid us whenever possible. Also fact: Draco will avoid direct confrontation whenever possible. He will challenge Harry and pick on anyone smaller and weaker than him, but he will also try to make the lesser of his pack front him and use them as a scapegoat. Remember, Draco never challenges Harry without his cronies there to protect him, or without a teacher to stop Harry’s retaliation.

Now, I’m sure that some of you may be saying “Ok, I get the whole wolf thing now, but how does the white thing tie into this?” and I’ll tell you. White is often seen as a color of purity, and what is Draco infamously known for bragging about? The purity of his bloodline.

So there you have it folks, why Draco Malfoy’s perfect animagus form is a white wolf and why we should care.

A/N: It took me hours to write this, so I better get at least one review saying its halfway decent… :-D . Just kidding, I appreciate constructive criticism just as much as compliments. Anywho, I hope I was insightful. Cheers till next time then.

Connie

P.S.- The following are absolutely GORGEOUS Harry Potter fics that I’ve had the extreme fortune to come across and I just have to mention them. READ THEM:

The Twenty, by Leyna Rountree (I forewarn, this is a Hermione/Snape one, but the writing style and the story is just too gorgeous to ignore. Read it even if the idea creeps you, you’ll be addicted to the story by the middle of chapter 1…)

Sunday Night Sex Talk, by Priah (I absolutely love this one. The way Draco and Hermione banter back and forth in this one is great.)

Their Room, by Aleximoon (Wonderful fic. The characters were so i.c., and the storyline was great. Plot twists baby!)

Wild Honey, by Leli (Superb. That’s all I can say to describe it.)

And finally, any and all things written by Gravity, Artistically Insane, and burgendyred. They rock my socks man, particularly Gravity. I simply adore her writing.

The White Lone Wolf by MasterPrincess

Chapter One

A lone wolf stood at the edge of the cliff, staring out at the moon. Silence was heard and the forest and animals within it held their breath as they stared at the magnificent creature in front of them. The wolfs white fur gleamed in the moonlight, making the birds envy at the beauty. Its gray eyes stared longingly at the full moon and a lazy breeze blew through the forest, causing the wolf to stretch from its position. Gracefully, the wolf jumped down, hopping from one rock to the other until it was safely on the forest grounds.

The wolf then looked back behind, to glance at the moon that would soon switch with its brother, the sun. A whimper escaped the wolfs mouth, causing whatever animal near it to become saddened as well. A howl escaped the wolf’s mouth, startling the other animals in the area. Birds flew out of the tree’s as the howl ended.

A few miles to the west, a pack of wolves looked up to the sound of the wolf’s howl and growled. The black wolf sniffed the air. Its fur seemed to blend in with the darkness of the night with only the eyes being seen. Another wolf seemed to try to get the black wolfs attention. The wolfs fur was russet colored and seemed to be larger than the black wolfs. The rest of the pack seemed to grow curious and were looking eagerly to the black wolf. He seemed to shake his head and the rest bowed their head in submission. But only one thought clouded their minds as they continued to run through the forest.

Who was that?

Yvonne POV

I stopped by a oak tree, and sniffed around trying to find my clothes. The smell of denim and wool greeted my nose, causing me to sigh in relief. I had already mistaken a raccoon for my clothes and got scratched on the nose because of that. I breathed in and felt the familiar sensation of something relaxing in my body. My back slowly arched back straight while my fur seemed to grow backwards toward my skin. The claws retracted to my hands and my face seem to shrink back to my head. I stretched cat-like as I grabbed my jeans and put them on. My wool sweater was next as I jogged slightly to the west, getting out of the deep forest.

It’s so cold, I thought, shivering as I walked toward a small house on the other side of the road. The house stood tall with its extending white roof toward above me and I hopped onto the patio. I bent down and stuffed my hand under the wool rug, fishing around for the key that I left there. Finding the key, I opened the door and found a letter addressed to me. A cold shiver flowed through me as I wondered who knew I lived in this house. My mom died when I was born and my father died when I was in middle school from a car accident. I lived in this house for 3 years alone and I was fine with that.

I closed the door, locking it, and headed to the kitchen to get myself a cup of tea. While soaking the tea bag in the hot water in my mug, I proceeded to inspect the envelope. It was yellow with age as though as if someone put off from sending it. I grabbed a nearby dinner knife and slipped it into the little opening at the corner. I lifted the knife and successfully opened the envelope. Yes! Victory!, I thought as I pulled the letter out.

Dear Yvonne,

You probably don’t know who I am but I am your uncle on your father’s side. Three years ago, your father and my brother died in a car accident. At that time, I didn’t know he had a daughter since he usually kept to himself. I found out about you about 2 years later, living alone in that house, out of the reservation. I didn’t even know that my only niece was just a few miles away living alone. That’s why I wrote you this letter, to ask if you would live with me and my son, Jacob. Please write back or call me at this number ###-###-####. You’ll never be alone anymore.

Love,

Your Uncle Billy

I stopped reading and my grip on the letter slackened, letting the letter in my hands fall down on the ground. I had an uncle? And a cousin too? I started to shake as the sobs racked through me and tears poured through my eyes. I was happy. I had family again. No more would I be alone in this gloomy house in the dark forest. I wiped my tears away and crawled toward my cell phone.

Billy POV

I thrummed my fingers on the arm rest of my wheelchair as I stared at the phone, begging for it to ring. Did she get the letter? Would she call at all? I repeatedly glanced at the digital clock back to the phone and back to the clock. I was just about to give up when the phone suddenly rang. I paused for a second before rolling myself quickly over to the phone. I grabbed the phone and said breathlessly, “Hello?”

Um, can I speak to Billy?”

“Yes, this is Billy. Is this Yvonne?” I could hardly keep the excitement from my voice as I was thinking that I was finally talking to my only niece. I heard only bits of what she was like and couldn’t wait for Yvonne to come here. Cindy died when Jake was young and he only had his sister to look up to as his “mom”. But Rebecca left for college and now Jake has to deal with the Swann girl gone and that vampire in the woods.

Um, hello?

I snapped out of my thoughts just to answer that I was there and ask if she was going to move over to my house. She agreed and it made my heart soar. Maybe Yvonne would get Jake out of his depression. We both agreed to meet each other on Thursday so she can move in that afternoon. When I hung up the phone after, I looked up at the clock to see that it was almost time for Jake to usually come home from the pack. I sighed, knowing I would have to tell him of our new housemate.

The white wolf ledgend by Wendigo-Killer

A result of my boardom.

Sakura couldn’t sleep. Something was wrong, something was coming. It was just a feeling, but she always followed her feelings. Looking out her window, she saw it. A large white wolf with strange red markings. It was beautiful, so elegant, so graceful. But the moment she looked away… it was gone.

The next morning, during practice, she told Kakashi-sensei about it. He was surprisingly surprised. “Where did you see it?” He asked.

“Outside my room. At the pond.” Sakura replied. “Is there something wrong sensei?”

“No. I want you to tell me if you see it again.” He told her, “Do you understand?”

Sakura nodded. After training, they had a mission. Naruto was as enthusiastic as ever, and Sasuke was… Sasuke. Sakura tailed behind them, still thinking about the wolf. She blinked and saw it running below them. She gasped, and stopped. The others kept going not noticing she’d stopped. The wolf stopped and looked up at her.

Sakura lept down from the trees landing about four feet away from the beast. It looked at her with silver eyes. Follow the white wolf through the forest. There you shall find the fallen angel. A female voice told her telepathically. Then the wolf started to run again.

“Hey… wait!” Sakura yelled following it.

Short I know. But come on I’m board!! R&R please!

Little White Wolf by Nevermore Angel

Little White Wolf

Hi this my first Twilight fanfiction! Okay here is the summary:

Set during New moon when Jacob is ignoring Bella.

Bella started noticing the changes fast like how body heat was really hot, or how she would tremble when she’s angry, or when she found out that her mom isnt really her mom.

Her real parents both have quielete blood in their family tree. Bella finally has something that pushes her over the limit and Bella runs off into the forest as a wolf. She later meets two twin werewolves named Adrian and Luna; who are apparently Bella siblings. They come back to Forks to get some stuff and stay for while before they move again. While they are they’re they encounter the La Push boys…

Chap 1

“Pick up the stupid phone Jake!” I yelled into the phone then slammed it shut and accidentally broke it. I started yelling curses which isn’t like me but my life changed. I found out Renee isnt my actual parent! My real mom has quilete blood in her family tree and I want to find her. I wanted to get Jake to help but he is ignoring me for 2 weeks!

Also if I get angry I start trembling and my body heat has gone up higher than normal and I was stronger and more agile.

I decided I would go over to his house and Billy would have to let me in.

I threw on a grey hoodie and some jeans with white flip flops.

I put on some light make up cause I looked horrible. I was about to take my car but decided against it and run instead? Isn’t that weird? But I still managed to trip but I was only slightly tired. I knocked on the door and as soon as it opened I let myself in ran to Jakes run open the door and I saw Jake sleeping? He was even drooling a little bit haha. But then I remembered what he did and slapped him hard on his face. He instantly woke up pinned me to the ground. I yelled” GET OFF NOW!” and Jake immediately got off and offered me and hand up I took his hand got up glared at him. He looked around sheepishly then was about to spill everything when the gang Jake had warned me about “Sams pack” calling his name. My eyes widened in realization and realized he was spending all this time with them. I looked at Jacob with hurt in my eyes, I snarled at him and ran out.

Tears sprung from my eyes, how could he, he said he would never leave me and he did for them!

Then I felt an immense pain as if my bones were being crushed. I let out and earpiercing scream that I was sure every person on the reserve heard me. I ran up to a pond and saw my reflection I was a…wolf! I remembered the story Jake would told me and I realized I was a werewolf and so were

Sams pack and Jacob just turned and I felt guilty. But knew Jacob would probably still be angry at me and my dad might be freaked out so I ran. Before I left though I still wanted to see Jake so I ran through the forest surrounding the place and I got in a spot where I could see Jake and the pack. He looked guilty and sad and panicked?

Why would he be panicked? I accidentally let out a small whimper and one of pack members I pretty sure his name was Paul turned over to look at me and as soon as I saw his eyes it was if the world stopped. Deep dark chocolate eyes that looked into my soul, it was like I was made for him and he was all I cared about. I shook my head and ran away as fast I could. I could hear wolf howl one that sounded full of pain and despair.

I recognized it as Paul and almost ran right back but I knew I had to keep going get more answers.

Two months later I found out that Paul had imprinted on me and I had imprinted on him, also the pain I kept feeling was being away from Paul, how to phase and to make sure I hav extra clothes; all this thanks to google and embarrassment. I knew more about werewolves and currently I was pretty sure I was in New York but in the forests. I was wearing a red long sleeve with my grey hoodie and some leggings.

My pale skin had a light tan and my eyes had a dark purple hue to them, and I now had . My wolf now had ears and paws tinted gold. I had managed to salvage my hoodie when I first phased but I had to go through people’s homes for clothes and food in wolf form. I didn’t want to steal but I had to do it. People would think a wild wolf went through their home.

I also had a small backpack for my stuff and when I phased I would carry it in my mouth. I heard growling and quickly slid off my slid off my clothes and stuffed then in my bag and phased. I went deeper into the forest and I saw a two wolves a pure black wolf with ears tinted white and ocean blue same as the paws and a slight limp. The other wolf who was bigger than the other wolf was pure black except for the ears were tinted white as well as the paws. The small wolf whimpered and then collapsed, the bigger wolf immediately ran over and gave a long lick to the others face. All of sudden I heard voices that weren’t mine in my head, one of them was female and the other was male, the female kept would whimper a little bit and the male would say it will be alright over and over again. I realized that these were probably werewolves and their thoughts appeared into my head. I thought back to them ‘Hello? Are you okay my name is Bella.’ and came into the clearing where they were. The male wolf growled and stood in protective stance next to the female. ‘ who are you phase back!’ he barked back to me(pun not intended). I nodded went behind some trees changed and walked back and saw a boy with pitch black hair with white streaks and russet colored skin with dark green eyes which was strange since most werewolves had brown eyes, tall and muscled. He had a cut on his bicep and chest that seemed to be healing slowly, a scar on his stomach that was 1ft long.. He was wearing jean cutoffs and tatoo of sun with a lunar crescent with fire on his right wrist.

The girl had pitch black hair as well with white and blue streaks tan skin lighter than the boy, dark navy blue eyes, she was lean and had a scar across her right eye but her covered most of that side of her face also a fresh scar was on her neck that reached her collar bone and a broken foot. She had a black hoodie with sliver short shorts and surprisingly black eyeliner, also the same tattoo as her brother except there was water instead of fire. She was leaning on her brother obviously trying to ignore the pain. ” Im Bella Swan daughter of Charlie Swan and unknown. I’m from Forks and I ran away so I could sort this out what about you?” I asked. They seemed shocked but the bot reacted first” I’m Adrian and this is my younger by 2min twin. Our mother was killed by some bloody leeches!” he had a British accent and appeared to be mad. ” The girl spoke up and said” Ello! I’m Lunä and as my twit I mean twin told you we ran away because our mother was murdered. Bella I know who your mother is! Her name is Annabelle Nitë and she is our mother as well! And your father is our father as well! We are your bloody siblings!” Luna said. I stood there shocked I had a brother and sister! ” what?” was all I could whisper. They explained to me that my mother was a werewolf and didn’t want a strange life for so she left me with my father and Renee forced him to let her be my mother of course she was a friend that had a crush on dad and hated mom. She had no clue about anything supernatural and wanted dad to be hers till she ended up divorcing him when I was young. Apparently mum died when I was 7 and my siblings were 5. Mum told them before she died to find me and she would see them again. So as they were being switched from orphanage to orphanage in England they searched for me till when they were 12 and ran away. They hadnt stopped searching and now they had found me after 8 long years. All of sudden the wind picked up the sky darkened then a lightning struck and an angel appeared before us. She had light copper colored wings olive skin black long hair with streaks gold in her hair and warm violet eyes. “Mum?!” Adrian and Luna shouted. She nodded and spoke in ghostly voice” hello Bella I hope you for give for what I’ve done to you and that hopefully this gift that has been passed down from generations well help you my children.” then she left! Luna screamed mothers name over and over again until she collapsed. Adrian and I helped her up and we went to a cave I had been sleeping in and we all went to bed processing our information.

6months later

‘Bella! Ace! there is a bloody leech!’-Luna

‘WHERE!? are you okay?’ Me and Adrian thought back. Right now

we were in canada we were going to Forks to grab some stuff and then head back to London yeah we were in London for 3months so we were gonna head back soon. I had a light british accent now thanks to my family.

‘Im near Seattle! Hurry!’-Luna

My brother and I who I called Ace began running we weren’t werewolves or shape shifters we were rare mystical being called Elementi. They were people who were able to shift into wolves, control light or darkness, and control an element. I could control light and wind, Ace could control light and fire, and Lunä could control darkness and water. When we got to where Lunä was I was shocked. I saw my sister in wolf form with a dark shadow and her fur soaked with water, her scar was pale pink across her glaring eyes, and she was baring her teeth. She looked scary! I looked and saw she was snarling at…Paul.

Bloody crumpets!

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