"He does not have a name. He came to us as an orphan and since his abilities have been revealed to us we chose to call him 'Black Clawd' ."
"Oh, right. How about you tell me more about him?"
I am sitting in the office while two masked lieutenants are having a talk in front of me about my colleague and good friend. It probably seems weird for humans to hear or see that we all walk around with our face covered... Either with a hoodie, face mask, like a ninja or even a helmet. We all are masked because the face is important and (can be) vulnerable. Another and the main point is that our looks does not count but the personality and abilities of each person.
So we don't know how the others faces look like or their hair.
So back to 'Black Clawd'... Although he does not have a name I began to call him Zayne... Okay just in private because it would be seen as too personal, and he is known for not having many relationships with others. So our friendship is more or less secret.
He is a commander after all and left hand of the captain.
I am the captains right hand. (Left hand is a higher "rank" while the right hand comes right after it.)
I continue with my paperwork while listening to the men in front of me.
"You know he is a wolf. Wolves look like human and stuff but got a tail and wolf ears and the teeths are a bit sharper then usual. And I think he is going to turn 24 this year."
"What? 24 and already a commander? How is this even possible?"
"Well he gained a lot of experience and is probably the most experienced, skilled and wise under us. I don't know why and how but...We have been told that it is a long story but he still refuses to talk about it. That's what i know so far."
The bell rang and the men left.
I started to pack my things, too so I could leave.
I honestly have to make some stuff in my apartment ready because Zayne will come over later.
*Timeskip*
I look at the mess i caused in the kitchen.
But this was worth it.
I baked some cookies. Yum.
After I cleaned everything up i hear how someone knocks at the door.
"Door is open!"
I turn around to see the wolf standing at the door.
"Hi."
"Hey...uhm what happened?"
I look down at myself to see that i am fully covered in flour.
"I baked some cookies. Want some?"
I can't see his expressions on his face because of the face mask and hoodie he is wearing as always.
Like everyone else and me.
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"I guess you dont know what these are..."
He kept silent. And i could tell that he begins to feel uneasy and uncomfortably.
Poor boy ...
You have to know that he had a rough child hood.
If you could even call it a 'child hood'
He told me that he was found as a newborn somewhere in the woods and the people who found him used him as a slave and was for them a toy to experiment with. It caused him a lot of physical but also mental injuries.
He learned in his past that showing emotions or being talkative is bad and causes nothing but pain.
So that's why he always seem shy or coldhearted.
But no he is not.
He may not talk much but if he does or gets angry he gets really scary. And he doesn't even needs to raise his voice.
I place the plate with the self made cookies in front of him.
"Here try some. And no there are no nuts in them" i smile at him.
Did I mentioned that he reacts really badly to nuts? Well now you know it.
"What are these? They look rather like... Dalmatian ufos to me."
I can't help it but chuckle at the way he described the cookies.
I force myself to stop.
He can be really sensitive and emotional easily and when it happens it breaks my heart. Not forgetting to mention the almost daily nightmares which always caused the anxiety.
As said his past left a lot of marks.
But i am still surprised that he can keep it to himself.
Because to people he doesn't or barely know, he is cold hearted. But with close friends like me he reveals his emotions.
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"Zayne, those are cookies. Take a bite."
I take one while he smells a bit on his cookie.
I smile at him before returning to the kitchen continuing cleaning the mess.
While cleaning i remember when we first met. I was afraid of him back then.
When I was standing in front of him i couldn't read anything else but power, importance and strength in his posture. The fact that he was or rather is always wearing a hoodie and face mask made his appearance more frightening as if everyone needs to know that he is no silly chick you want to deal with.
Little did i know that we were classmates and best friends.
We did not recognise each other. I dont blame him. I needed to run away. I still blame myself that i left him alone and especially without leaving any letter or word for him. We both were 17 back then.
But when i was about to join the 'Withal Organisation' - where we both work in, he was the one who recognize me.
I can't forget that moment.
I was just about to go away when he called for me. When we went to another room he just hugged me and had a little breakdown.
At first i was confused and wanted to get rid of him but then he said something which let me remember my only and best friend in school.
"River you idiot! Why did you just left me alone with this bunch of stupid things.
Why did you leave me?"
"Zayne?!" I was nearly about to cry.
I begin to sniff which caused me to come back to reality.
I look around to see that the kitchen is gleaming.
'Nice one'
As i go out of the kitchen i see the black tailed wolf in front of me sitting Indian style on the ground with the now empty plate in front of him.
I can't help it but look at him eating the last cookie like a toddler.
I sigh.
Boy, and he is 'The Black Clawd' .... 'The dangerous and strongest wolf'...
I slight y shake my head.
He told me once when we were still at school, that he was 12 when these people did those experiments with him. Next to the daily tortue, they somehow managed to kill his wolf part.
You know every wolf has two personalities.
One is the person himself and the other is the wolf in him. They cant live without each other.
When the bad guys vivify a black shadow into him it killed the wolf in him causing him to suffer and scream in pain for a long time.
Somehow he didn't die but his body managed to handle the shadow which replaced his wolf part and occupied his features.
So since then he has the ability to 'bend' shadows or so.
Once he was so much angered and in fear that he lost control over his body. Those shadows came out of his hands which formed themself into claws.804Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhh7bWYhSka
Meanwhile he has the full controll over his body and power and seems to get better.
He even can use and form the shadows as he likes.
Meanwhile he is using them as a weapon to the effect that he formes them into claws. But he doesn't like to use this ability because it remembers him too much of the past.
The thought of helping and staying on his side while his mental injuries are healing makes me feel better.
"Uh... Is there a possibility you have more of those.... Ufos? They honestly are nice." I begin to chuckle slighty and answer :
"I honestly did not make more. But i still have the needed ingredients. You could help me with it."
Aaah ... I almost forgot how much he loves to bake or cook.
He jumps up and storms right in the kitchen.
It seems i made him to a cookie lover.
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