Kiba Ami Hikaru

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Kiba is, to be plain, a fierce, unique individual who runs purely on instinct and believes that survival is the only thing that matters in all the world. For her, emotions are unstable and irrelevant, although at times even she has many of them buried deep within her heart. She has a strong mind and will, can outwit many who are of the average intelligence and even above, and loves combat. She has been through so much pain through her life, that she has made herself almost immune to the feel of it, although not to the health effect of it of course. Those who do not know how really dark she is would call her a little emo, and those who do call her the daughter of the devil. She has no mercy within her and has never been loved or had something to love. She works alone without exception, doesn't speak much, and the two things she loves are her huge, beautiful black angel wings, and her forever lurking second shadow, the wolf called The Black.

Kiba is a tragic beauty, with long, white blonde hair and light hazel eyes. Her skin is smooth and pale, and her nose is slightly curved. She has a slim, strong build that is meant for speed, flexibility and combat with light weapons, and long legs. She usually wears little or no makeup, although her hair is always silky and shines like diamonds in the smallest ray of soft light. She usually wears thin, very loose or very tight black clothing, or if she is trying to charm someone then maybe white. On her back are two large, black angelic wings, that function perfectly and carry her swiftly and almost silently. She almost always wars no shoes, as she despises things that shield her from the real things of the world, including the natural pain that comes with stepping on sharp things. She carries with her at all times two slender silver daggers, with fine, carefully carved handles each embedded with four small crystals that form the shape of a diamond and expertly made leather sheaths that are attached to a loose black leather belt around her waist. Many males think that she is beautiful, and many animals think that she is as well.

Kiba was born in a huge hospital, and her mother and father were both very rich and proud of it. They had been debating on having a child for some years, and had finally decided to do it. They had expected a perfect, beautiful child, but in a way the child, in their eyes, had only one of those traits. She was beautiful; with an adorable face and large, intelligent eyes. But something within the child was from either of the parents; for there were two dark lumps on the baby's back that pressed against her pale skin and threatened to burst out. The parents thought that it was some sort of disease, and had doctors look at their child almost immediately. The doctors had come up with a strange answer to their test results; the child did not have a disease- he had, or was going to have- wings. When the doctors told the baby's parents about this, they were disgusted. This was not a perfect child, but instead a mutated one. They were going to send her to be adopted, but they thought it over and decided that they did not want this imperfect child to go into the hands of any other parents. So, thanking the doctors for their help, they drove home, and, bringing their child into a dark alley, disposed of her in a large snowdrift. There were predators that sometimes roamed these parts; there were rumors of a wolf pack that claimed this abandoned alley as their land. So, with cold hearts, the couple left their newborn in the snow, deciding to come back the next day to see if she was still there.

Later that night, the baby was almost frozen with cold. she had stopped crying a few minutes ago- too cold and weak to make any more noise. That was when silent, glowing eyes began to flit around her in the darkness, studying this little morsel and deciding what to do with her. A large grey wolf steppe out of the shadows and into the moonlight, his head and tail raised high in a show of dominance. He looked down on her and snarled hungrily. He and his pack had not eaten for days, and this prey was no vulnerable and fresh to deny, although over time it had become a kind of law not to kill man; for his vengeance was terrible. He lowered his huge warm muzzle and sniffed the baby, who stared up at him with sad hazel eyes. The grey wolf then smiled darkly, and it seemed that he was about to bite down on the little human's arm, when suddenly a blurred black shape flew through the air and into the grey wolf, knocking his breath away and sending him, gasping, to the cold ground. And, without hesitation, the newcomer sunk his ivory fangs into the grey wolf's momentarily vulnerable throat, and with a yelp of pain, he lay still.

The new wolf was larger than the grey one had been; jet black in color with emerald eyes that reflected the moonlight in a beautiful way. The baby, who had some inner sense that told her that this wolf had saved her life, stared up into his eyes, which also bore into hers, and made the weakest of smiles. Then she fell asleep, and would have never woke up again if not for that black wolf. 

The baby woke up wrapped in many warm blankets, and where she had last remembered the black wolf's eyes being, there were two smiling blue eyes that were lined with wrinkles and the rest of a kind old face. An old woman held her, and they rocked back and forth in an old oak rocking chair very close to a crackling fire. "Well, hello there, little one." She spoke softly, "You would've been frozen to death in a few hours if the black hadn't brought you.. I've never seen him save someone before." The baby remembered the name the old lady and told her; 'The Black'.

From then the baby, whom the old lady had named Kiba (Fang in Japanese), raised her and marveled at her wings, which began to grow and grow along with her, so that her size and the size of the wings were always in proportion enough to actually fly. But, when Kiba was nine years old, the old woman had a heart attack while she was baking, and when Kiba came home from the park one day she found the woman who had raised her lying on the kitchen floor; dead. Kiba cried and mourned for days, but knew that she had to move on. She walked to the park, and cried out to the wind, "Black, you saved my life once. You are the only one in all the world that I trust now, and if you would like you can come with me; I am going to leave here and travel."

Not very far away, a black wolf was eating a crow he had crept up on and killed, when he heard a voice that he recognized; the voice of the child that he had saved. He realized that she was leaving, and went closer to her. And, as Kiba started to walk toward the unknown, The Black followed.

From that day on, The Black was Kiba's second shadow; rarely coming straight up to her but always hovering nearby, never venturing too far. They became inseparable, and usually Black hunted for the both of them and Kiba sometimes collected berries and plants and talked their ways out of bad places in the human society. She was very persuasive- partly because of her beauty.

Kiba became darker and darker over time, although she never lost faith in the Black or her faithful wings. She took to sometimes taking up odd jobs as an assassin, then became a mercenary. Black helped her with her jobs, and over time Kiba and black gained the reputations of one of the best assassination teams in the areas they went to.

Kiba and the Black are still doing this, although sometimes Kiba cannot find work and must take up a job at some restaurant or something. At those times she must tie her wings behind her back and hide them, for she knows if the right people find out about her gift, things will get hard...