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B7 The Ends: Tingash - Chapter 13 
29th-Nov-2009 04:40 pm

Category: Action, Drama
Rating: Gen
2nd Story of From the Ends to the Beginning

Introduction: Avon, Jenna and Wolf survive the crash. Something shocking happens.

Note: This is a very short chapter but one filled with some surprising (I hope) revelations.

Note2: Edited one bit because of confusion in references.

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Avon grunted and picked himself up from the frigid ground. Jagged rocks dug painfully into his hands and knees, adding to the sharp pain from his side. He heard Jenna groaning as he felt for his fractured ribs.

Still in place. A great deal more bruising.

Jenna groaned and sat up, feeling the gash at her temple caused by falling against a rock. Her hand came away wet with blood. The only small mercy seemed to be that the wind had died down to a smidgeon less than gale force. She looked around for the scattered supplies she’d managed to gather before they fled the ship.

Avon did not hear the third member of their party. “Wolf.”

“He’s out cold, Avon.”

“Is he alright?”

“You mean other than the bleeding in his shoulder?” A black stick poked out between some branches. “Here’s your cane.” She retrieved it and tapped it into Avon’s waiting hand.

“Thank you.” He felt along the smooth length. A small bit of security in an alien environment.

“Why didn’t you ask how I was?” She drew a small knife from her belt and cut away part of Argus’s shirt, hoping the Wolf part of him wouldn’t wake up just then. The last thing she needed was to be bitten by a man who thought he was a wolf.

“I assumed you were fine since you were moving around.” He paused, realizing he may have made the wrong assumption. “Are you alright?”

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re insensitive or just clueless.”

“Being blind might be a factor,” he said dryly, “Are you injured?”

“Just a bump on the head. I’ll live.”

“How is he?”

Jenna wished she had something to wash off the blood. “From the looks of it...” She probed the area around the wound. “It’s a deep gash but not too deep. Can’t see anything in the wound. I’ll try to stop the bleeding.” Retrieving the deep tissue regenerator from the med kit, she squeezed the wound closed and rolled it gently over the gash. She glanced over occasionally to see what Avon was doing. His head was slightly tilted and he appeared to be listening.

“Why did you stay?” she asked as she finished up. “You could have gone down in the life pod.”

Avon, with his knees drawn up, was twirling the cane absently between his fingers, listening.

They were suddenly surrounded by wolves, their eyes eerily glowing in the half-moonlight, ears flat against their heads, slinking low in a circle around them, cutting off any escape. Silent spectres.

Jenna whispered, “Avon, don’t move!”

He sat up slowly, instantly alert. “What is it?”

“We’re surrounded.”

Avon gripped the cane tightly like a weapon. “Federation.”

“No. Wolves. Big wolves. I don’t think they’re here for tea. More like dinner.”

“Then I won’t move.” He could hear the gun slide free from Jenna’s holster. “Wait.”

“This better be quick. They look hungry.”

“Wake the Wolf.”

“Have you completely lost your mind?”

“Not completely. Aren’t you curious?”

“I’m going to shoot one. The rest should run.” Menacing growls greeted her words, making her hair stand on end. She eyed one wolf in particular. A female, tall and proud, her head almost level with Jenna’s shoulder. She came closer than the others, her lips pulled back to reveal very sharp fangs.

The Wolf whined in complaint and yelped as it rolled onto the injured shoulder. Its eyes snapped open and its nose sniffed urgently. The creature was immediately alert, all pain forgotten. Its teeth bared, it crouched low and a guttural growl formed at the base of its throat.


Black-Tail, a wolf with a black strip that ran the length of its tail said, * They want to kill us. We should kill them first. *

Bright-Eyes snarled, * Not yet. We still need information. *

She sniffed in the direction of the two-legs. They all had injuries. Not much of a threat except the female with the weapon.

The grizzled old Good-Nose said, * One of them makes words with his mind. *

* Oh? * This was strange. None of them had run into a human who could speak with its mind. That was a wolf ability. Her ears pricked up as her ‘inner’ ears strained to listen.

One of the two-legs whined in pain and yelped. It immediately sprang up and faced her, his face twisted in a snarl, the puny human teeth bared, the message of its body spoke in wolf.

The pack bristled and faced this threat with their own considerably larger array of dentistry.


Bright-Eyes circled them, her sinewy movements graceful and confident. Wolf paced her, low growls warning her not to come any closer and his teeth bared in aggression. Argus's knife slid easily into his hand, a black blade that swallowed up the light. It was a deadly dance as each sized up the other.

Wolf tore the rest of the tattered shirt from its body with a yank, throwing it behind him. His sculpted chest glistened in the flashing storm, a patch of red, like a badge on his left side. The muscles rippled as he moved, smooth and athletic.

The female wolf had a handsome grey coat that glinted with drops of rain. The muzzle soft and furry. A gentle curl to the lips that now pulled back to reveal an impressive set of fangs. And beautiful amber eyes that looked at him with suspicion and warning.

Such beautiful eyes. Bright with the energy of the storm. He could feel the hard muscles and the soft furry body as he pressed...

Wolf shook his head in confusion. For once, he was glad of the coverings of the humans. His lips closed over his bared teeth.

The female wolf sniffed at him, her head moving slowly from side-to-side, as if he was a strange creature she was trying to identify. Her teeth bared again.

* You speak the body language of a wolf but you are not one. What are you? *

Wolf gasped and fell to his knees. The voice in his mind…it was…his mate.


The boy whimpered, more like an animal now than a human being; curled in the darkness, naked, cold and starving. His courage and his stubbornness was all that kept him from screaming and clawing the walls. He shook his head angrily, trying to fight the thoughts in his mind, the strange feelings that were not his own. The need, the desire, to kill, to hunt. His fists clenched as he struggled to remember his name. As long as he still had that, he could remain himself.

He knew it was no use, eventually he would drift into an exhausted sleep...then he would have the other memories.

But not yet, he banged his fist on the rough stone floor, as long as he could still fight, he would.

My name...is...Jack.

Avon Blind Wolf
29th-Nov-2009 10:27 pm (UTC)
OMG! So Tingash is where Argus got the Wolf in his head.
29th-Nov-2009 11:16 pm (UTC)
Yes ;)
30th-Nov-2009 02:19 pm (UTC)
Yay! Straight answer as well as smiley winking Sester face.

This is going to be good. *stays tuned*
29th-Nov-2009 10:28 pm (UTC)
Loving it! The possibilities are wonderful ;~)

'Alpha Wolf and the Alpha female paced each other as she circled them, sinewy limbs graceful and confident. It was a deadly dance as each sized up the other.'

Bit confused here as to who's who. Argus? Blacktail? Brighteyes? Jenna?
29th-Nov-2009 11:03 pm (UTC)
Ahh. I see the difficulty. Well there is only one Alpha Wolf. That's the one in Argus's head. The Alpha female...that should be the Alpha female wolf but I wanted to avoid having 2 wolfs in the same sentence...I'll have to think on that.
29th-Nov-2009 11:47 pm (UTC)
You've also got the problem of identifying 'she'. Best to replan the whole sentence I think.

(wonders when will Avon make contact with a wolf telepathically and how it will agree to be his guide wolf. Feral grin)
30th-Nov-2009 12:25 am (UTC)
Thanks =) I've reworked the entire paragraph now.
30th-Nov-2009 04:29 pm (UTC)
it will agree to be his guide wolf

Only on Tingash.

kalinda001 please don't bring a wolf onto the ship. Argus' Wolf doesn't like the food, so any wolf you brought on board would be hungry and miserable. And that would be cruel.

And from the brief descriptions of the Tingash wolves, they're the size of a horse. They just won't fit. Either they have to stay in a cargo hold all the time (no use to Avon) or they'll have to squeeze through doorways (and still can't help Avon)

Don't do it kalinda001
30th-Nov-2009 05:58 pm (UTC)
Reapermum you have a point, unfortunately, Although I am less sure that my altruism towards live wolves and other creatures extends quite as strictly towards fictional ones :~)

Maybe a damaged wolf that wouldn't survive on Tingash for long? One rejected by the pack who couldn't bear to be left alone?

Then there's still the possibility that Argus' wolf might transmogrify into the real thing, a smaller, less specialised version of the same?

I have every faith in you, Kal...
30th-Nov-2009 06:32 pm (UTC)
One rejected by the pack who couldn't bear to be left alone

But you still have the problem of size.
30th-Nov-2009 06:41 pm (UTC)
It could be a runty little wolf! A wolf of restricted growth.
30th-Nov-2009 07:09 pm (UTC)
But it still won't have anything nice to eat. And don't suggest Sester, he needs a bit of TLC as well.
30th-Nov-2009 08:17 pm (UTC)
Sigh. That is true.

Does the TLC refer to Sester or the runty little wolf (RLW)? I think they'll both need TLC. I just had this mental image of Argus being really mad at Sester for going off on his own on Tingash and Sester feeling, well, regretful that he had to do it that way even though he didn't have a choice. RLW would wonder why Wolf/Argus was so mad at Sester and they'd be sitting in a quiet corner of the ship wondering what to do next.
30th-Nov-2009 06:46 pm (UTC)
It could be a young one. By the time it's fully grown it could go live with other wolves elsewhere. On Athol or Kaarn (telepathic guard wolf for all the children)...

Hmmm...I'm going to wait and see what Kal does. She probably has a solution which pleases both you and darrowsgirl
1st-Dec-2009 01:41 am (UTC) - The thick plottens
The wolf is Argus' Wolf mate.
Which means the wolf captured is the wolf they used to imprint a wolf on Argus' mind
So how did it too escape captivity to be wild and free at the start?

A wolf who's head only comes up to Jenna's shoulder is more the size of a pony than a horse.
1st-Dec-2009 02:33 am (UTC) - Re: The thick plottens
You've got part of it =) More to come...
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