Please look at the clothing that she is wearing not the face, okay. Sorry about that, hope you enjoy this chapter.
Pishka's POV
I'm in the darkness but a constant nudging feeling against my head brings me to my consciousness. Upon opening my eyes, I'm met with a pair of huge golden eyes in the pitch darkness. I take deep breaths as my eyes adjust to the dark. Once fully adjusted I see a larger than normal dog, laying in front of my sitting frame with it's head high... Sitting there just staring at me like I am a new fascinating discovery. Sitting for what felt like an hour, I slowly stand up slowly as it watches me move
Where am I?
I hear growling to my left, turning my head in that direction a large sandy dog leaps out of nowhere, lunging at me. But at the last minute the golden eyed dog from earlier attacks the sandy dog first. Light enters revealing that the golden eyed dog has twilight black fur
While they were busy fighting I ran into the woods like there was no tomorrow, I suddenly stop in my tracks as a thought pops it into my adrenaline racing brain. Only to increase the speed at which it was thinking
Wait, when did I arrive at the woods..... Where am I? Nevermind that I can always come back to that after I get back home or a safe place... Safe place?...
I look around only to see trees, trees and more trees with the occasional hooting from the owls. I begin to run again at the sound of a howl piercing through the silent woods like the king of the woods, taking claim to it. I stop and look around for a few seconds, as I try to catch my uncontrollable heavy breathing. Another howl is heard but this time it's closer then before. Pushing my tired body off my knees I start running again
Leaves from branches wipe me the face, some even scratch at my face as if trying to cling onto me to stop me from running any further. With rising fear I push through as I feel my body weaken and my legs tremble. While running my sight begins to blur at this moment a branch whips in right in the eyes, causing my sight to deteriorate further
I lose balance in the process of my temporarily blindness, causing me to trip over my own foot and fall stomach first. Landing on a tree root that was sticking out of the ground, I groan in pain as I lay there. I don't dare scream in fear that that might excite my pursuer. I don't dare to move, I'm in too much pain to move just yet
That is sooo gonna leave a mark on my poor belly, please forgive me tummy
Getting up finally after the pain fades, once on my feet and standing something steadily I limp around slowly as the sounds from the two large creatures fades away into the distance. Then everything goes silent, nothing but my heartbeat and heavy breathing can be heard, after a while I hear footsteps and heavy breathing but it's not mine... I know cause I'm standing still as a statue and even held my breathe from the fear of being heard by the approaching creature
I turn around as the steps get nearer and they also seem to slow down their speed, I stand there fully turned facing the unknown. I cannot see since I closed my eyes somewhere around turning from fear of being attacked, the creature stops a couple feet away from me. I hear growling and grunting coming from its it stands one place, I know this because the sound isn't getting nearer or further away from me.
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Her Cold Beast And His Dark Beauty
WerewolfThis story is atheistic and fictional... Not sorry Pishka. Your typical sad and a little depressed, South African girl, moves to America. She has to adapt to this ghost town she moved into. Being a loner should be the worst case scenario, right? No...