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Brothers - 1. Chapter 1

JASON

 

Jason stood in the doorway of the house, his new home. After ten years in an orphanage, he had a family again. A family he barely knew, but he was still grateful to be out of the orphanage, away from all the elves and humans that bullied him over his marble grey tail.

"Welcome home," Margaret smiled, entering behind him. "Richard should be home tomorrow. He took a shipment to Sarelin."

The neko nodded silently, looking around the living room. A large couch sectioned off the room from a good sized kitchen, the area feeling open to Jason. The walls were painted a soft green, a picture of two red wolves and an older man sharing space with a TV on the wall, across from an open window. He recognised the man as Richard, and one of the wolves as Margaret and Richard's son, Devyn. That made the taller wolf Margaret.

"Your room is upstairs, third door on the left. There's a bathroom attached to your room. You and Devyn will be sharing it, and I don't want to hear either of you complaining about it not being kept clean."

Jason let out a silent snort. It was unlikely Margaret would ever hear him complain, short of a miracle from the gods. He hadn't spoken in ten years, since the accident that had taken both his parents and damaged his larynx.

"I'll let you get sorted. Lunch will be soon. Devyn should be back in a few minutes, and I'm sure he'd appreciate help setting the table for lunch."

The neko nodded. He expected chores. It made him feel more like part of the family to have chores.

'Thank you,' he signed.

"Of course," Margaret smiled.

Picking up his half-full suitcase, Jason made his way up the stairs, hugging the wall. The stairs were wide and well made, but he wasn't taking any chances. As soon as he was safely on the second floor, the neko hurried away from the steps. They were a part of his new reality, and he would have to get over his fear of heights, but for now, he was going to avoid the stairs as much as possible.

The third door on the left was slightly ajar, sunlight shining through the opening. He stepped into the room, finding a bed sitting diagonally in the corner of the room with an empty bookshelf and a dresser against one wall and a desk sitting under an open window. The room seemed barren. But it was his room, his own room.

Jason set his suitcase on the floor next to the bed, and began unpacking. The first thing he pulled out was his stuffed wolf, Elroy. It was the only thing he had left from before the accident, and he had kept the wolf hidden in the orphanage, not trusting the other kids to leave Elroy alone. It was hard enough being attacked for his silence and his race.

He set the stuffed animal on the bed, the first time he'd had Elroy out in the open in years. The neko prayed he wouldn't get in trouble for still sleeping with a stuffed animal at sixteen years old.

A truck pulled up to the house outside, engine rumbling loudly. Jason peeked out the window, seeing a red wolf jump out of the idling vehicle. A neko followed, calico markings visible for the world to see. Devyn was home.

 

DEVYN

 

He could smell the neko, hidden away in the house. Devyn's ears perked up as he inhaled deeply. He had met Jason twice before, getting a warm feeling from the neko. He could trust his new brother.

"You didn't tell me he was a neko," his friend said uncertainly, looking up at a window.

Devyn huffed, trotting toward his house. He had never gotten Dylan's aversion to his own race. It was just one of those things that mystified him about the world. Why hate someone when you could have a nice roll in the lavender fields with them instead?

Dylan followed him, opening the door for the wolf. Devyn had a smaller wolf door he usually used to come and go, but he appreciated having people open the human door for him.

"Father is waiting in the car. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Devyn let out a quiet woof, stepping into the house. Taking a rope tied to the door into his mouth, the wolf pulled the door closed.

"I thought you were going to be home by noon."

The wolf's tail drooped at his mother's stern voice. He was only half an hour late, and it wasn't like he could call in this form. Dropping low, Devyn rolled onto his back, squirming uncomfortably as he showed his belly.

Margaret frowned at Devyn, her body a mix of tans and greys. Devyn couldn't see the subtleties of colour, something that bothered him occasionally. Born a wolf, his eyes lacked the cones that allowed humans to see more colours, though he had more rods, his vision better for tracking moving objects.

"Go get dressed. I'm going to pick up neko for lunch, and I want the table set by the time I get back."

Devyn rolled again, jumping to his feet. He bound up the stairs, paws skidding slightly as he turned the corner. Nosing open his door, the wolf kicked it shut behind him.

The wolf's den contained a bed and a large blanket shoved under a desk. A laptop sat on his desk, dust gathering on the lid. The curtains were pulled back on his window, letting in the early afternoon sun. As much as Devyn wanted to lay in the sunlight, he knew he needed to get the table set.

Taking a deep breath, the wolf let his human side take over, body growing outward. A minute later, the seventeen year old were-human was laying on the floor, grimacing at the feel of carpet on his bare skin. He pulled himself to his feet, trying to get used to standing on two feet again. Things always looked so weird as a human...

Grabbing a kilt off his bed, Devyn stepped into the fabric, pulling it up to his waist. He hated clothes, hated the way they restricted his movements. But his parents were strict about the dress code. No running around the house wearing nothing but skin. At least the kilt offered a less restrictive alternative to pants and a shirt.

Picking up a cane leaning against the wall, the wolf wobbled out of the bedroom, making his way unsteadily downstairs. Wolves weren't meant to be on two legs...

He entered the dining room off the kitchen, gathering a stack of plates. A rustle came from behind him and Devyn turned.

Jason stood at the entrance to the room, nervously watching the wolf. His lips moved with his hands, forming silent words that Devyn couldn't understand. The wolf found himself admiring the neko's slender build, the grey furry ears that peeked out of the nest of curly black hair on his head.

"Hey," he said awkwardly. "Do you want to help?"

The neko nodded, stepping forward. He took the plates carefully from the wolf, leaving Devyn to get the cutlery. They worked silently at their task, and Devyn was grateful that Jason didn't try to pressure him to speak. Words were so often inefficient when a simple ear flick could get the point across. Something he could see the neko was well versed in, as Jason used his ears to indicate which way he was walking so they didn't run into each other.

It didn't take long before the table was set. Devyn took up his cane again, stabilizing himself as he moved toward the door.

"Thank you," he said to Jason.

The neko mouthed at him again, his hands moving. A silent language, yet one that was so different from his own. Devyn would have to learn it eventually. But for now, he just nodded and went back to his room, eager to return to his natural form.

 

JASON

 

Roasted pheasant, seared squab with a cranberry dipping sauce... Jason looked around the table, touched by Margaret's gesture.

"I know it probably isn't authentic, but I hope this will make you feel more at home," the woman said, smiling.

'Thank you so much. It is the thought that counts,' Jason signed.

Across the table, Devyn was sitting on his knees, gazing at the food with a ravenous look in his eyes. Jason knew he was different from most werewolves. Margaret had explained that Devyn was aerafael, a wolf-man, separate from a normal werewolf. He wasn't a human, he was a wolf.

"Thank you Mom," Devyn said, reaching for a pigeon.

For a wolf, he certainly was well-mannered. Even if he didn't use cutlery to eat.

Jason moved to get a piece of pheasant and a quiet growl escaped from Devyn.

"Devyn!" Margaret said sharply.

The growling cut off, the wolf lowering himself in his seat.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"We talked about this. No one is going to steal your food."

Jason looked at Devyn warily, reaching for the food again. Devyn hunkered down in his seat, biting into his own food.

"Anyway, Jason, school starts in three days. Tomorrow I want to take you to the school and get you signed up for your classes. Do you know what you want to take?" Margaret asked, looking at the neko.

Swallowing, Jason nodded.

'I was taking Advanced Rellanic and Creative Writing. I'd like to continue both of those if I can.'

"Did you want to continue swimming?"

Jason noticed Devyn looking at him with interest. The neko nodded, his hands signing.

'Yes, though I will give up track if I have to.'

"I don't see why you would. As long as you don't have any problems handling both sports and your school work. What about you Devyn? I assume you want to continue running."

The wolf nodded.

"I should learn sign language," he said. "And probably Rellanic."

"I want you to keep taking Marin's class."

Devyn frowned, tearing his pigeon apart.

"Do I have to? I can control myself."

"Well maybe you can help teach the other wolves to control themselves," Margaret prodded.

'Who is Marin?' Jason asked.

"He holds a class for wolves, to help them learn control," Margaret explained.

Grumbling, Devyn dropped the remnants of the bird on his plate.

"May I be excused?" he asked sharply.

Margaret nodded with a quiet sigh. She and Jason watched the wolf carry his plate to the kitchen, before hurrying up the stairs to his room.

'Is the class that bad?'

Margaret shrugged.

"They didn't have the class when I was young, and... well, Devyn paid the price for that. I just want him to know better than I did."

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Wait. One of the main characters is a Neko. The other main characters best friend is a Neko. And the Family (including a Human Father, I think?) eats Neko meat for dinner? Am I missing or not seeing something?

Poor Jason. He needs a compadre. Someone to be close to, etc.

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2 hours ago, Yeoldebard said:

Oh no, neko is a type of food, similar to Elven food, which itself is split into Eastern and Western Elven cultures. Neko food is characterized by its focus on birds and cranberries as the main staples from the area around Sarelin, which is the cultural land for nekos.

I had to laugh at myself. That makes sense now. Thanks :)

 

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Alright, let me get my understanding of the characters right – we have a family consisting of a human Mother and a Father, (Richard?) whom we have not yet met, a son (Devyn) who is a werewolf/human hybrid and is much happier in his werewolf form, and an adopted orphan Neko, (Jason) who is a human-cat hybrid, if my mythology serves me, who has an injured larynx and therefor cannot speak. Did I miss any of the family members or err in judging their personalities? The one who, at this time the one who is unknown is the Father, the husband of Margaret. I am unsure of his ethnicity ,,, is he totally human or a werewolf, or even a hybrid of human/something else?

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8 minutes ago, Will Hawkins said:

Alright, let me get my understanding of the characters right – we have a family consisting of a human Mother and a Father, (Richard?) whom we have not yet met, a son (Devyn) who is a werewolf/human hybrid and is much happier in his werewolf form, and an adopted orphan Neko, (Jason) who is a human-cat hybrid, if my mythology serves me, who has an injured larynx and therefor cannot speak. Did I miss any of the family members or err in judging their personalities? The one who, at this time the one who is unknown is the Father, the husband of Margaret. I am unsure of his ethnicity ,,, is he totally human or a werewolf, or even a hybrid of human/something else?

Mister Will

Margaret is a werewolf if you read into the facts that Devyn is her natural son and the wolf class wasn't there before he was born.

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Just now, lord luc said:

They have a similar story to this on this site called born wolf.

I read that story, and another titled A Wolf and His Boy. Then I decided that two stories about wolves in human form were not enough and started writing my own.

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Guessing I'm getting a different experience to most of the readers above, who probably didn't squee at the mention of Dylan! Going to be interesting to see how Jason reacts to a calico neko...

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This sounds like a very interesting tale.
I must confess, I don't know what a Neko is?
I thank you for writing this and placing it
Here for us to read :)

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