ρнiℓiρρiทє x sмυτs [Another Book I Regret Writing]

Little Red Riding Hood [Ruski]

No mark for this one, I feel like this particular story would explain better when there's context

Gotta confess too, I sampled this story from a random story I found long ago while browsing through h̶e̶n̶t̶a̶i̶ a random site. If you find the story familiar, please, bathe in holy water. And please don't ask me for the sauce, I barely remember where I found it ;;

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"Wh...?"

Philip looked around when his body suddenly ached. "A-ah.."

He looked down on his attire. He was wearing a short red skirt that's been tattered and torn off a lot, to the point that his thighs are almost completely nude. Other parts of the skirt were tied around his legs, arms and stomach, and most especially his hips, probably to stop wounds from bleeding.

"Woah...I look pretty cool.."

Philip stood up and swayed the red cape around, then looked around his surroundings. "Where the hell am I though..?"

He looked around. He was inside a cave...

All of a sudden, he heard a growl echoing from the deeper and darker areas of the abode. Philip immediately gritted his teeth and quietly scrawled away.

"Oh god.."

He knew that he should worry about where he was first, but he was so desperately hungry and thirsty. Maybe the nearby river could be alright...

Philip tried standing up, stumbling a little out of pain, but eventually got to his feet and staggered his way to the river.

What he didn't know, and wished he knew, was that there were bears.

As soon as he saw them, he immediately ran behind the trees, hoping that they didn't hear him. He tried looking back. "Wait, what the hell?"

A while ago, he saw full-fledged, large and white polar bears. Now he's seeing fully grown men with bear ears and tails.

"I'm..I'm fucking dreaming. There's no fuckin' way-"

He heard someone step on a leaf right behind him, and immediately whipped his head to that direction.

There was a fully fledged white bear, that had several scars littered across its chest, and even its ear, right behind him. Philip gasped and stumbled back as the polar bear came closer and closer.

The bear grunted and roared. Once it did, Philip was now surrounded by those polar bear men.

The bear then..commanded the men. It moved its head to a direction and they all understood, as if it was a general giving his commands. Two men lifted him up and took him to a wheelbarrow as Philip quietly glanced at any escape routes, cause he's sure as hell that he can't fight, especially at this state.

In the process, he saw the cave that he stayed in, and a golden furred wolf watch him being taken away.

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Every time Philip has tried to escape from the small wheelbarrow, a force shield has somehow stopped him. So there's magic in this world now.

The Filipino sighed and hugged his knees just to keep himself from the cold seeping from the outside, when he noticed something on his dominant hand's palm. "Wuh, I didn't even notice this..."

There was little white and red swirls decorating his palm, and the way each swirl was placed was in a form of a bite mark. Did he have magic too..?

He tried focusing his mind on his hands, thinking that it would work, and found nothing. Well of course that wouldn't work.