Nikai (Comic) - Page 1
#1 of Nikai (Comic)
Page one in my comic project story, "Nikai"! I need (an) artist(s)! If you are interested in joining this journey with me, feel free to email me at calebhesse42@gmail.com!
Nikai sat in the summer warmth of the clearing, his back against a large rock jutting out of the ground. He didn't know why or how it was there, he just knew that Mother Nature put it there for a reason, and that reason was for him to lean against while he rested.
The hunter had almost got him. One more shot, and it would have been Nikai's last. This was his sixth summer, meaning he was only six years old. He never understood why the humans allowed the hunting of his kind at such a young age. The law stated that any wolf could be hunted as long as they could run by themselves, without assistance from another wolf. Good thing he could run, and run fast, because if not, he'd have already been hanging up on the hunter's wall as a pelt getting ready for processing to be used as a children's coat.
He sat there, panting. Looking down, horror spread across his face as he realized just how bad his wound was; the blood, dried and fresh, was spattered all over his pelt, all over his belly. The rifle had fired from many yards away, so as long as he could take the bullet out carefully and somehow stop the bleeding, he guessed he would be okay after a few weeks of rest and healing. Problem was, he didn't know how to stop bleeding, take a bullet out, and he most certainly would not be able to take care of himself during the lengthy period of healing he'd have to go through.
He gave out a weak whimper as he attempted to stick his fingers in the wound to try and take the bullet out like his father had shown him before both him and his mother had passed away. He never knew what happened, just that he came home to both of them dead in the den. His mother had had a human knife stuck in her shoulder, her still face was tear-soaked, while his father had a stab wound, however the knife that was used must have been the one sticking out of his mate, and his face still contained that of a desperate father and male trying to protect his mate.