Toboe’s Eternity || A One-Shot Wolf's Rain (Anime) Fan Fiction
It’s sweet, the scent of moonflowers. The aroma tugs at my heart. I lose my self in that smell. It’s a desire. A wish. But more so, a dream. One that I cannot explain. One that I cannot forget. One that is shared with my new pack.
In this dream, I was a sandy-colored wolf among others of gray and white, brown and black. We traversed a dry and dying land. Cold and desolate, even the sky above covers the moon and sun with sorrowful gray clouds to shield itself from watching our futile search for a place to call home.
On the clear night with stars shining bright, we point our noses to the sky and howl out our delight. We are guided not by silver glow or golden gleam, but by a pull in our hearts. Shared among my pack is a deep despair that rises with each step, bringing with it a yearning for greater things that seem so far away. In this life I have had happiness, warmth, and love but even that now is gone. I lean on those few, like me, who are searching for the moon lit path scented with flowers that glow silver in the night. At the end there is supposed to be peace, a world all our own.
Paradise.
Aided by courage, wisdom, and those who believe, if not in our dreams, then in the certainty of our leader. We streak across the forsaken earth in wild abandon and eager anticipation. We face our fears and discover even deeper desires and wilder dreams.
We are always dreaming. Through the pain, through the lies, and the rain we remain truthful to our own hearts even if we stray in our minds while we sleep. If we lose ourselves, we will go further astray. Never arriving, always chasing. The gravity of our heart’s search ties us together, if not in this dreary world, then in the one we long to find. The one that comes anew after the end of all things.
Though at first, I yearned for human companionship and was not accepted in this pack, I followed them anyway. I had no choice. I needed someone to lean on, and someone who can lean on me in times of trouble, pain, and anguish. I wanted to belong. And with them I thought I could.
But at first, they were irritated because I laughed at silly things. I howled for every reason and for no reason at all. And for this I was told I was still weak and pitiful.
He’s just a pup.
Don’t tag along.
Leave him be, he’ll learn.
Use your nose, not you brain.
It’s your heart that really matters.
Finally…finally, they welcomed me, and I found a belonging among these disparate few lone wolves and an odd girl made of flowers who have become my friends, and my family. I need this companionship more than I ever thought possible.
As we traversed the barren landscape, we were hunted, shunned, and hated. My very soul is torn by a dying world that banished us to its very edges. Forced us to learn how to blind in. To take on the illusionary form of those very beings that despise us, hate us, kill us with no remorse, no sorrow, no hesitance. For to them we are omens of death and heralds of the end. It was all I wanted: to live with humans and lay by a fire crackling fire in the hearth of a cozy home. Call me a dog, if you wish, but there is more under this pelt of earthen fur than any human dared to admit.
Until I met the pack.
Now, those days are long over. I ended human companionship with my own paws, my own teeth, my own ignorance of lupine strength. There must be a better place full of daylight and moonshine than among the fearful and malicious lives of humankind. There must be a place where we can live in abundance with no regard for next day’s meal. Where there is room to run with only our joy to chase us.
In much struggle and sorrow, I found it first. With the coming of an absolute end there is always the birthing of a new beginning.
Paradise awaits, and my life is welcomed into its embrace.
Only in being the first to die did I reach it ahead of the others.
But they came soon after and were quick to catch up. They too died one by one as the barren lands its last.
Then would come a world renewed...
Paradise.
…there…
…it…
…is…
