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TOS Interchapter 3: ChildhoodA five-year-old James played quietly in the corner of a kindergarten classroom, rolling a toy car back and forth across the colorful carpet. Other children played in small groups, building simple structures out of blocks, conversing through dolls, and pretending to be vicious creatures in an epic battle. There was a part of James that ached to be among them, but playing with them always ended badly. They didn't like him. Suddenly, the teacher called them all to attention 10 minutes early than she normally would. James looked over towards her curiously, and noticed there was a little girl standing beside her. She was smaller than most of the other students, and was a black feline with red eyes. Red eyes. James couldn't believe it. He had never seen anyone with eyes like that. "This is Daredia." The teacher statedThe young children began trying to pronounce the name, but their
TOS: Daniel's DreamDarkness was all Daniel could see. He tried to move and get a better look around, but he was unable to move. Panic set in, increasing his heart rate. Just then, he realize the eerie silence was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. His terror increased, and he tried to call out. His throat made no sounds.He tried once again to move, frantic in his mind. After many agonizing moments, he was able to put his paw up in front of his face. He strained his eyes to make out the shape of it. Just then, the tips of his fingers were illuminated by blue flames. It alarmed him at first, but he relaxed when he noticed he felt no pain. The footstep began getting louder. It seemed as though they would never stop, and would just keep increasing in volume until the sound burst his ear drums. As Daniel thought his ears would reach their limit, the footsteps s
TOS Interchapter 2: Admitted"Your name is James Hades Bocioke, correct?" A doctor repeated the name from the files in front of him on the table. "Yeah." James responded, annoyed. "Age 15 years?""Yes...""Canine?"James simply glared at the doctor, tired of his ridiculous questions. "Fine, let's just get started then." The doctor shuffled through James's file, which was quite thick. "Who is Daredia?"It was the same question every psychiatrist, doctor, cop, or whoever asked him. "She was my girlfriend. She died last year.""Yet you still see her often, don't you? How often?" He prodded. As the doctor spoke, James saw a dark shadow creeping onto his shoulder. "Everyday...sometimes, several times a day." He explained, "Some days she follows me everywhere."The doctor scrawled down a few lines of notes before inquiring, "Do you see her right now?" A pair of bright red eyes bli
TOS Interchapter 1: PyromaniacJames stood at the door to his father and step-mother's house with the kitten held tightly against his chest. It had began to rain shortly after he stepped out of the forest, thus he decided to come here since their home was fairly close to the forest edge. He tried his best to protect the infant from the cold drops that irritated his raw skin, but it was near impossible with the wind. The kitten was whimpering steadily in pain. To James' relief, the door swung open and his father, John, ushered him inside quickly. John was a powerful looking dark canine, being half domesticated dog and half wolf. His build was rougher and more muscular than most dogs, but at the same time his eyes were a kind, soft blue. It was then a barrage of questions were asked of James, but he was so traumatized and still in shock that he could barely understand what was being said. He knew, however, what his father wanted
TOS PrologueDeep in the forests of Sasuga, a tribe of anthropomorphic wolves resides known as Lonnuas. A few of the members, however, have folded down ears and rounder features closer to that of a modern, domesticated canine. One of them, who was called James, lounged about in a tree by the edge of the Lonnuas camp. He was of an average height and build, not being toned but not muscular either. He was covered from head to toe with soft, light brown fur, and his ears were large and floppy. The only clothes he wore were a pair of old jeans that were loose enough to reveal the top inch of his plaid boxers. His deep blue gaze was focused into the forest depths, seeming to be searching for something.Or someone.The sun began to set off in the distance, giving the forest an orange, fiery glow. The shadows darkened. A pair of slitted red eyes appeared on one of the shadows, the figure slowly morphing into a feminine