Everyone in the village of Melacnea was born with a very strange connection to an animal(they were born with certain animal features like cat ears or tails and sometimes beaks or paws) that was close to there parents animal, like if there mom was a tabby cat and there dad was a panther, he/she would be born of the Feline DNA strands. But every once in awhile there will be one person born of two different DNA strands like Canine and Feline, and you’d get a mix DNA strand. Well among these the only kind that cant mate are, Carnivores and Herbivores, or Aviaries and Carnivores.
Among fairly few of those animals/hybrids are the wolves’, the wolves have been dying slowly among the animals/hybrids, only one among the year of 2010 was a descendent of a wolf, but tracing back he is also part black cat. It’s a very unlucky thing to be a descendent of a black cat but that’s only to those with suspicions. That young boy was shunned his whole life yet he seemed very happy, at one year (7 years old human) old the village he lived in had mentally murdered his mother and had driven his father away. When he turned one and a half (10 and a half human years old) his mother had blinded his right eye, when he had made a friend in the village.
He’s now two years (14 human years) but I have to start his story from when he was 6 human years or a kindergartener (yes even small villages have schools).
“Melina hun, what are you afraid of.” A woman with similar features of a hawk said from behind a circle of kindergarteners in which a young girl with cat ears was at the center.
The little girl put on little kitten eyes and said “My mommy and daddy dying.” small tears appeared In her eyes.
“Why is that Melina.”
“Because I wove my mommy and daddy” This is a very normal thing for any small child to say.
The teacher known as Mrs. Hawkshire told the little girl to pick one person to switch spots with and that child would then she would ask that child what his or her fear was and then they would change again. They went through all of the children and a very wild bunch of fears, well almost all of the children. One of the children was left but the children had all avoided him, but since it was a school the teacher had to have the child participate. The teacher looked disgusted as she called out his name.
“Kuronekoalma your turn.” Her voice was sickly sweet.
Kuronekoalma or Kuro as many now call him got up from his spot and walked into the middle of the circle, his wolf shaped black kitten soft ears were down in a embarrassed or a threatened manner. His tail was almost in between his legs was as long as a kittens and as soft as a wolf cubs.
“KURO YOUR TURN!” Yelled Mrs. Hawkshire.
Kuro turned and looked at the teacher “I feaw many tings but I feaw da dark.” Just like all kids he was no different then you or me at this age but he was treated like the plague because of something he couldn’t change like skin color or race. That is one thing I wish for you to know.