My Inner Human (Chris Brown Werewolf FF)

Chapter 1: Meeting Him

Okay, this is my new story called "My Inner Human." I know it might suck, but please just read the few chapters and give it a chance xD Trust me, this story doesn't really get good until around chapter 3 or 4 :P (sorry) so anyway, since this is the first chapter, please comment and tell me your thoughts on if I should continue etc. Thanks for reading ^_^ onto the story :D  : 

I lived by the wolf that was my true form. I followed the rules of the wild and slowly, I began to turn into the animal that had been half of me for my whole life. Now it had grown, and it was no longer half of me, it was all of me. I ran with the great wolf packs in the mountains, or in the forests. I hunted game and involved myself in battles for dominance in the packs I came across. I was a wandering wolf, I could never stay in one place for a long time. I remembered in the beginning, it was hard for me to let my wolf take over. I gave up constantly and sneakily let my other half slip out occassionally. But not anymore. I was finally the pure-bred animal that I had wished to become to escape my worries. Running was no longer tiring. I loved the feeling of the earth beneath my paws, the scrape of pine-needles against my fur as I breezed by the trees as fast as a bullet from a gun. I revelled at the feel of the wind in my fur, and the way my even breaths floated into the misty sky in the winter, while my heart steadily pumped blood through my veins, keeping my muscles moving as I took great leaps and bounds to reach my destination. I especially enjoyed spying on the deer, crouching down low and then springing, catching their warm throat between my jaws and feeling my canines sink into their moist flesh as they were quickly killed, becoming my meal. My pride thrived when I won a battle over another wolf, claiming the dominance and respect over the pack. I was sometimes feared by new packs if my wiseness and battle scars were spotted. I loved the wild, and it was easy to live here. The life of a wolf was amazing, and I was now one of them. Truly.

One day, I was bored of one of the newer packs I had come to love. I decided to move on, like I had done so many times before. I was never-aging, you see. My natural-born heritage that used to be who I was, combined with my wolf, well, somehow it made me immortal. In the middle of the night while my packmates were sleeping, I quietly got to my feet and padded over to the exit of our small den. I took a deep breath before stepping into the pouring rain, and then I was off. Like I said, nothing could compare to the feeling of running. I didn't even know where I was going, but I just continued to run for the sake of it. I would come across another wolf pack soon enough. They were common here, well, wherever here was.  

I ran for hours before the wind blew in my direction. I froze in my tracks and my hackles raised, my lip curling up to expose my razor-sharp teeth in defense. I had smelt a wolf. And this wolf wasn't with a pack. I could hear him running through the forest towards me. He couldn't smell me yet, the wind was only in my favor for the moment. A couple seconds later, the most handsome black-coated wolf I had ever seen slipped through the trees. His coat was slick with rain, and it dripped from his fur, joining the liquid puddles on the ground beside him. My wolf-brain had taken over, and I no longer had the brain of my other half. I had only the instincts of this savage animal, in which instincts ordered me to curl my lip up and snarl, my claws sinking into the softened earth. The rain flicked off my tail as it swept back and forth without a pattern, but it was not a movement of playfulness, rather, a movement of caution and annoyance. My fangs came into play, glistening as the water dripped onto them from my muzzle, which was wrinkled in disgust as a sign of warning. The black-furred wolf seemed smarter, though not wiser. He took a hesitant step backwards, his paw slipping against the mud, unlike a normal wolf, who was silent and sure with their footsteps. This seemed to irk me even more, and my tail twitched more violently as my sharp-colored eyes narrowed. The movement and sureness of emotion and communication in his eyes seemed familar, though seperated in some way from a distant world that hovered on the edge of my consciousness, never tempting enough to explore the familiarity. My back paw slid a bit to the side for a firmer grip, my back arching and the muscles bunching in defense, coiled and taut, ready to spring. The wolf opposite me in the thick uneven forest seemed to bear no signs of attack, nor defense. This was uncommon, which made my fur bristle even more. A low steady growl bubbled up in my throat, aimed at the stranger that seemed to cock his head to the side in curiousity. His ears swiveled about his head, his nose twitching and his nostrils flaring to capture my scent. His eyes flickered with signs unlike that of the wild wolf that roamed here, and it sparked a familiarity in me so strong that it brought a whimper to the surface of my throat, though I did not let it escape. I hesitantly moved my position, unwinding from the hesitant crouch to circle the wolf, signaling the beginning of a great battle to end this weary and unsafe feeling that now sparked in my veins. My long wolf years had anticipated these battles, and every scar on my muzzle, back, and chest, seemed to tingle and buzz with excitement that held a faint but sure reminder of the hurt my hide had received while obtaining those scars. Battle tactics formed in my lethal brain, my lips pulling back in a menacing smile instead of a snarl. The other wolf took another step back, making a squishing sound in the soft earth as his paw sunk into a growing puddle. The mud slowly crept up his paw, sticking to the fur and matting it together. He took no notice of this, his eyes warily glued to mine. They were filled with no history of battles, and it seemed he was trying very hard to maintain the complexion of the wolf that now stood before me. Though I had no clue why this beast that had claimed both my body and his would be hard to control, it seemed he had quite an ammount of trouble keeping his dull emotions to himself. He shifted nervously, his tail wagging in a friendly way, questioning my mercy and friendship. I blinked quickly, my eyes unwilling to miss any movement that my enemy was to make, whether it be on accident or created to purposefully end me. The wolf finally began backing up as I drew closer, its natural instinct of defense surfacing to overcome his ignorance to the wild law of which things worked. He unwillingly participated in this circling motion, unconciously stepping into puddles upon the earth, his eyes growing puzzled at my bewildered stares. As my teeth gleamed and I found a perfect opening to strike for this strange creatures neck, he did something I never thought he would do. He dropped to the ground with a whimper, the soft mud cushioning his fall and soaking his belly. He rolled over, exposing the fleshy part of his underside to my relentless canines. Saliva dripped from my teeth, my instincts being to slaughter my prey and claim my victory at this easy defeat. However, what little reason and mercy that remained in my system came into play, and my breath whistled up into a long sigh that swirled, mist-like, into the air as I took a step back in hesitant retreat. One of his eyes was slightly closed, as if he was anticipating his life to be ended. This was quite a non-wolf like reaction, and that bothered me. I kept my guard up, but allowed him to roll slowly to his feet, his black fur swirled with brown. He stared at me, his eyes full of wonder and knowledge, the most unique wolf I had ever stumbled upon. I allowed myself to drag one paw forward, followed by the rest of my sleek, white-furred body, until I was inches from his face. His eyes widened slightly as I sniffed noses with him. It was the common sign of acceptance and trust, and he eagerly accepted it over death. His tail beat back and forth, scattering rain drops in every direction, his ears flattening and his rough pink tongue lolling out to rest just above his jaw, his teeth glistening in the ever-growing moonlight that loomed from above and trickled between the trees to rest upon his fur. I observed his odd actions with silence, my years of experience having hardened my playful nature until it was no more. Food was quite scarce with the growing wolf population, and the time for play had been extinguished. Never before had I seen a wolf act like this in time of famine, and never before had I observed a wolf with so much healthy meat on his bones in this time of famine. He was getting fed, but where? He had no scent of man on him, so he could not have been served by the hands of those two-legged creatures. He had somehow stumbled upon his own food, and my stomach rolled about with hunger at the thought of it. His eyes flickered down to my jutted out ribs, his ears drooping ever so slightly in a sign of apology. But no matter, he had found food somewhere, and I intended to follow him until I found it as well. He hesitantly bumped noses with me again, this time with a whimper that signaled I was to follow him. Under any normal circumstances, I would have growled, snarled, and snapped at him, unwilling to give up my fearless role as leader. However, my actions were ceased as my stomach rumbled once again, clenching painfully with the absence of meat. Just the thought of it made my mouth water, and I was obedient in following my fellow comrade to his destination. I kept close to his right flank, observing his every movement. He trotted along at a leisurely pace, and I growled and gnashed my teeth together with impatience, ramming into his shoulder and snapping at him, telling him to proceed at a faster pace. His eyes widened in an emotion of shock, an emotion that was not supposed to be this present and strong in a wolf's mind. This wolf had too many emotions, too many thoughts, rather than just living by instinct and doing what was required to stay alive. And yet, he somehow stayed alive, and apparently cared for himself extremely well, which was odd...