Highest Rank: #58 in Werewolf
"Most species bare their teeth as a threat, as a display of aggression. It's a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat. I want you to remember this the next time I smile."
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The day I left my pack was the day I was truly born. The day I found myself and dropped the dead weight in my life, and it felt great. Of course I couldn't forget what they said to me, they were my family after all, but they were the ones who were supposed to convince me that everything would be okay in the end.
Sighing, I sat up from the hard, gravely floor I called my bed and looked up to the sky, admiring the constellations of the stars. What I wouldn't give to be up there, living amongst the stars; a place where my all of my problems would look like a tiny ant in tall grass.
I was knocked from my thoughts as a snap was heard from somewhere in the distance, creating a contrast between the dead silence, immediately snatching my full attention. I listened intently for anymore noises. When I heard it again, I lifted myself onto my feet and took a protective stance.
A grey wolf appeared from behind a tree, easily 7ft tall, enticing a growl to irrupt within me. The wolf began stalking towards me. I stood my ground and began contemplating whether to shift into my wolf or not. When the wolf began moving quicker and into a jog, it solidified my decision. I turned in the other direction and began running as fast as I could.
I spotted a fallen tree and started running towards it. When I reached it, I leaped into the air and shifted into my sleek brown wolf, landing on four paws.
It became apparent I wasn't going to be able to out run this wolf, so I stopped dead in my tracks and made a 180 degree turn to face the oncoming wolf. I bared my teeth to him as he got closer and my fur seemed to stand on end as if it were anticipating the attack. He showed his teeth too in an attempt to establish dominance. We began circulating each other, evaluating each possible way to bring the other down.
Eventually, the grey wolf pounced onto me, attempting to snap at my throat, but I was much faster and easily dodged and took a hold of his throat between my teeth. In one quick motion, I ripped his throat out and he was laying limp and unmoving on the ground.
'How predictable' my wolf, Ruby said, shaking her head in disappointment. 'I thought he'd put up more of a fight. That was way too easy'.
I chuckled as my response and walked away from the dead wolf. A growl emitted from behind, making me freeze in my tracks and turn ever so slowly. What I saw made me almost poop my pants, if I was wearing any that is.
Eight werewolves were growling and crowding up behind me, all set with murderous expressions. I could sense they were rouges, like me, but they had become feral, like most rogues do; a pack is essential for a wolf and without one, a wolf slowly descends into madness. Slowly, they began advancing towards me at an agonising pace. I analysed each and every scenario that could occur, each involved me lying dead on the floor.
I began to retrete. I knew I wouldn't be able to fight them all at once, but I may be able to out run them. When they got too close, I ran as quick as I could in the opposite direction.
My paws were hitting the ground, making trudging noises as I ran. The scenery around me changed rapidly until I was dragged to the floor and repeatedly bitten and scratched all over my body. Whimpers left my throat against my will, which only provoked them further.
Black spots appeared in my vision, the moment my parents threw me out was replaying over and over again in my mind, releasing a new found vigour to survive. I wanted to make them regret what they did and there was no way in hell I was going to go down like this.
I kicked my legs in the air and jumped back onto 4 legs and began attaching any flesh that came into my vision. I had no control over what I was doing, anger was coursing through my veins, the emotions I had kept bottled up for 4 years was keeping me from giving in.
A deep growl came from somewhere behind me. It held power and authority that even me, a rouge, couldn't ignore. All the wolves turned around and bowed their heads in surrender. An intoxicating smell overwhelmed my entire being, even my wolf was going wild.
Reluctantly, I turned around to meet a large black wolf, most definitely the largest I had ever seen. His striking blue eyes caught my attention, the same intoxicating smell rolling off him in waves. My wolf said the word I never expected her to say.
