MHA Rando Oneshots

Oneshot Wild OC Pt. 1

My life was surrounded by trees. By wildlife. By animals. I did not know much else besides this life. Thrown into the woods when I was a small child. Taken in by the forest. The only reason I survived was due to the living beings around me. The wind carrying my scent away from predators, berry bushes growing right before my eyes, plants growing seemingly from nothing. This place seemed to want me to stay alive. Wanting me to keep growing into the strong man I am today. I have no idea how long it has been since I have been here. I have explored every inch of this forest. I reached the end where civilization existed outside of the woods, but that was about 14 moon cycles ago. I never dared to enter there ever again. I was much more comfortable with the animals and plants. I did not care for anything that was in that society where my fellow species lived. I knew that was where I belonged, but I could not pull myself away from my home in the woods. I had grown up here. I hunt here. My friends are here. I cannot bear to pull myself away from all this.

I had woken up with the rising sun surrounded by my friends. I had gathered a sort of pack throughout my time here. My pack mainly consisted of wolves. A small group of canines that grew over the years, that never seemed to let me go a night without them by my side. I did not want to become a sort of protector for these animals, but they did not give me a choice. They learned I could communicate with them after a day I defended their young from a very angry bear. After that, I noticed them following me. For many moon cycles, they just watched my every move as if scrutinizing my every action. One by one, they began to sleep by my side during the night, testing the waters on how close they could get, how many scraps I would give them throughout my hunts, and how easily I led them to water each day. I guess they found comfort in my way of survival, seeing an ally. After I learned they weren't going anywhere, I began to hunt for them as well. The happy bastards were more than excited and even began to join in on the hunts. We quickly created a system that kept their whole pack safe for all the years I have known them. They definitely thought of me as an alpha, the sappy bastards.

Getting up from the pile of wolves was difficult, especially when they attempted to protest me getting up in the first place. The low growls from a few showed their displeasure at the loss of my presence. Rolling my eyes, I continued to get up while ignoring their protests. I reached towards the top of the cave, stretching my muscles and popping my bones. I adjusted my pelt on my lower half to allow it to settle better on my hips. Grabbing another one from the corner of the den, I draped it over my shoulders and secured my bow and quiver over my chest and the pelt. Thankfully it was only the beginning of the cold season so it was not cold enough to layer on the thicker coats. For now, I kept to the thinner ones which I only wore around this time. I am normally only seen with my pelt around my waist during the summer. Because of the small amount of memories I have of my life before the forest, I have an instinct to not stay naked all the time. I did not understand this instinct, but I blamed it on the old memories and the small glimpses of my "true" home in the city. I knew that it was illogical to wear clothes in a place where no other humans lived, but my instinct kept me from living how I wished to. Stepping over the lazy wolves to get to the entrance of the den was a task and a half, thankfully everyone was still asleep when I looked back. At least that is what I thought. About 25 steps away from the entrance I noticed a presence behind me. I stopped in my tracks and turned just slightly to see one of the younger wolves had followed me.

Turning back forward and continuing on my journey, I managed to talk to the wolf. "You should be asleep Akita."

"I should say the same to you Alpha."

I chuckled softly at the boldness of the female wolf. My small laugh was rough and did not sound exactly right. From what I observed at my visit to what they call a city, people used their mouths and voices to talk to other humans. I never really learned how to do this. I think I used to know, but after a while, I lost the ability to. Now only rough noises seemed to leave my mouth besides the whistling I used to communicate quickly with the hunting party of the pack or to get the attention of other animals. But it helped that I could communicate with any animal through my mind. Once they come within range of me, my mind reaches out toward them and connects, allowing me to communicate with them. It normally scares the shit out of every animal when it happens for the first time. But even the smaller animals find comfort in my presence. More so now that I knew how to control this aura of mine. This allowed them to trust me despite the sudden appearance of a voice in their head and the sudden abundance of knowledge on how to talk with me.