TW: GORE!
Chapter 1- routine
I walk slowly through the trees, takeing caution with each step. 1 step, then the next, and the next slowly. I count the seconds as I creep forward. 1.. 2.. 3.. JUMP!
I pounce onto the elk, snaping at the neck. I hear a satisfying crack under my jaws as it slumps to the ground. I take one final bite at the neck to make sure, and begin to consume the creature. Sloppily the blood drips and splatters as I dig into its flesh. "Scrumptious" I think as I continue to feast. I eat, and eat, and eat, hopeing the hunger would drift away. I guzzle the meat like I was actually starving to death. Then once I devour the entire thing, every drip of blood, every tendon, every bone, I walk to my cave. Routine, I eat, I sleep, I eat, I sleep, It gets boring. My four black furry feet squish into the wet ground as I continue walking. My body as thin as can be no matter how much I eat. Just dark furry skin and bones, and the occasional rotten, infected hole in my flesh from the thousands of years I've spent in this world. Your body isn't quite made to live that long so it rots over time. I walk slowly into my cave, sipping some of the water from the river next to it. Then I slither to the very back where intruders can only see my red eyes, glowing dimly in the darkness. I sit, and I wait, as I do every morning, to wait for the sleep to come and take me away. I sit as the day comes and sleep slowly takes me, allowing me to sleep the day away, and let the routine continue the next night. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep... Eat.. And the sleep finally came. Slowly, I drift away into my dreams, my mind, my memories.
Chapter 2- dream of a memory
I wake up, in a foggy world, stuffy. I walk, or float, or travel to a barn. I see a girl a man and me, before. I was in before. I saw my lifeful body prance around with the people, my people, behind me. I float around listening, "Hi doggy!" The small one said "Oh he's so cute!" The large one spoke too "Yer' best be careful der lill one! He be a wolf! He's only her' to round ma sheep." I watched as my before self leaped around rounding the sheep. the annoying foggy "bahhs" from the sheep echoed through the thick, stuffy air, that's still so strangely clear. I watch longer, as I feel sleep becoming thinner. Leaveing slowly as the sun sets. I continue to watch me, happy. Happy.. I don't like emotion. It's all, sloppy, and stuffy, and gross. It disgusts me. Yet here I am, in one of my distant memories happy. Truely happy.
The dream faided from my brain as I woke, into the cold night I trot, thinking about the dream, I eat, and I sit. This time not falling asleep. I think hard about the dream. I'm still a wolf, right? I'm so much bigger, with rotting holes in my body, and I never get full, or die, but I'm still a wolf... Right?
Chapter 3-humans
I don't fall asleep that day. I wait till the sun sets instead. I walk out, I eat, I drink, but then, I see a strange glint in the corner of my eye, something not supposed to be there. Something, 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. I twist my head swift as the wind, and I walk slowly toward the thing. It was small, big enough to fit a bunny or a fox in. It had a small piece of meat at the back on a trigger to close the cage. It's a trap. A dumb one two. Only strays or yong would fall for it. I bash at the thing with my paw, the tiny little thing. It simply crumbles under my paw. In the distance I hear a bang. "WHOO HOO WE GOT 'EM BOYS! " I hear a man shout, other men chattering aswell. I smell fresh deer blood in the air, I want that meat. I ate already but it's never enough. I haven't used my powers in a while, this should be fun.
I walk on over to the spot, only a ways away, and I start to smell the humans. The pungent smell of human can never be mistaken. The smell of chemicals on there cloths, product in there hair, the plastic, the dye, the human things. It burnt my nose as I came closer, the fumes slithered up into my nasal cavity, and into the back of my throat, burning. allowing myself to be heard by one of the men. "Y'all hear that?" He muttered. The other men ignored him. There where 4 of them, All looked like the Average American county boy. I slither around the little camp, and I force the sticks away, to be seen.
