Don't call me Red (Broken Knight)

[Music_Is_Life]

Who knew that one atrocious, yet useful, Christmas present from the past would still haunt a person over a year after she stopped wearing the atrocious gift? At the time, 'Red' would not have expected for the name to stick. After all, her hair was a nice wavy dark brown, her eyes a light blue and her favorite color was purple. So, nothing about her related to red, now.

With a small smile, the girl got ready to head over to her grandmother's house. Her dark brown skirt swayed with the girl's movements as she prepared the basket full of different sweets that her grandmother liked. After all, the crazy woman still had a sweet tooth.

Once she was finished with the basket, she grabbed a dark brown cloak and put it on, ignoring how her size D breasts strained the off white blouse and how they parted the cloak. With a happy smile, she grabbed the basket and headed out of her house and towards the path that led to her grandmother's house.

She knew the forest like the back of her hand, well, she knew the path that she took to her grandmother's like the back of her hand. The men had warned her never to stray from the path to keep out of harms way, so she obeyed. Today was no exception. Once she hit the path, a sense of calmness swept over her body as she walked. Her eyes looked around to take in the surrounding nature. But besides that, she was oblivious to the rest of her surroundings. Nothing about her had changed.

 

[Broken Knight]

The wolf had known for quite some time that he needed to find a female. Humanity had hunted wolves nearly to complete extinction. For hundreds of miles, he searched for a female. For any wolf like him. There was none left, only the four legged ferals. The wolf had decided that odds being what they were, it would be a better idea to steal a human girl away. But, he had to do it just right, he had to specifically pick just the right human girl. If he chose wrong, she probably wasn't going to end up being able to carry out his ultimate goal of having his spawn. Odds were, this could take years with just one girl. He was willing to make that sacrifice, though. Although, it didn't seem like a sacrifice to him, but he could see how the girl would see it that way.

He was tall, lean and strong as hell. His fingers tipped in claws, his hands resembled and were referred to, as paws, though he retained the flexible fingers. He had a long, fluffy tail, two tall, pointed ears, tipped in white. The rest of his fur was a stark black. As with everything about him, over the years of generations that led up to him, wolves had evolved in accordance with their dwindling numbers. Black fur helped him blend with darkness, pads on his feet and hands helped him move silently. He could pick out a specific person from a mile away on scent alone.

He was in a tree, his deep blue eyes focused on her. It wasn't like he was going to jump out of a bush and yell "Surprise!", jump on her and drag her off. That wouldn't suit his plans in the least. He needed her to cooperate. He needed her to do what he wanted without question. That grand mother of hers... She certainly adored the old bat. Maybe... Deciding that the best plan, the wolf took off ahead of the girl, moving at a much quicker pace. In order for the plan that he'd hatched to work, he needed to arrive at the old bat's place first.

He wasn't going to be able to get there easily with enough time to lay a trap for the girl. He found an old hooded robe that he'd gotten from some dumb human male he killed some time ago that he had stashed away. Putting it on, it hid all of his features, making every part of him hidden from sight. Sitting on an old stump at the fork in the road, he began to wait.