In a school of amateurs it is very common for a playful fight to break out, however, the fights casually never end in blood shed. As you were walking down the long hallway to your locker you spot a ruckus occurring just to the left of you. When you approach the ring of lanky teenagers you find it easy to slip passed them to see what is happening. Right in front of your eyes you see two large dog boys fighting with one another. The one on top is that of the malamute breed, except huge and brown in color. The other looks like a black wolf, one of his eyes is shut with four large scratches going down it, fresh with blood. The malamute has a bunch of scratches all over, red and glaring back angrily. You watch as the wolf boy thrashes about to escape only to get pulled towards the malamute and bit until blood started to pour out in large amounts. Once the large malamute stood up off of the wolf, he spat his blood onto him saying, "You aren't worthy of great love from them." He growled and looked around, gaining a new found space as he stormed off.
For some reason you felt the need to follow him, but decided against it. If you were to talk with the boy, it should be done once he's cooled off. The question in your head stood standing tall. 'What person was he talking about?' You stood there in thought for a good while before wandering to your locker to drop off your book bag. After finishing up with that you close the door of the locker and head down the crowded halls, getting shoved about here and there. Eventually you come to a stop when you're suddenly shoved into someone. He turns abruptly to look at you. "Come back for round two e-eh...?" He growls, his posture loosening near the end.
"Hi." You state, awkwardly waving at the taller male. He just kind of looks you over before smiling. "Chosen one." I can hear him hum and he pulls you into an embrace. "N-Not to be rude... but... Wh-What exactly are-are you talking about?" You can feel your face turn a bright shade of red at the feeling of his strong fluffy arms wrapped tightly around yours. "You, are my chosen one." He states this so calm and clearly that you melt slightly.
"H-How can you be so sure?! I don't even know your name!" You exclaim, feeling yourself have a moment of stranger danger feel. "You are (your name). I am Randy. You are my soulmate." The brunette sighs, with a slight shake of his head. "It's jut a feeling." He continues.
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