Acceptance
ME:
Quileute
Human
Wolf (barking, etc.)
My name is Jason Brawny, and I'm 19 years old. I have russet skin from my Blackfoot Indian side and spiky black hair along with black eyes. I had always loved dogs and wolves and I gave everyone a chance before I decided whether or not they were bad; that's what made me so liked… but also hated. Many didn't accept me or my mother because she was a user and they avoided me because of my appetite, assuming that I was the same (marijuana makes you hungry, I believe).
I lived in Stowe, Vermont with my ma when she committed suicide. I was lost when I found her, ran into the woods, the place where I was always welcomed; that was where I lost my rage. There was a sharp pain and tearing before I was on all fours. I yelped before I fainted; exhaustion taking over.
When I woke up, I was tired and alone. I slowly stood the four legs under me wobbling at my fatigue; I slowly walked over to a small puddle, I jumped back with a squeak of shock. I was a giant wolf!
Deliberately, I crawled on my belly to the puddle and peaked at myself. I had a white belly, four white legs, save one black sock, and the underside of my tail and mouth were white too. The top of my gradually became grey and then into black; my face had grey around the eyes, white on the cheeks, and the top was black. My eyes were gold.
I edged away, sitting and shivering violently as tears fell from my eyes down my muzzle. What was I? Why did this happen?
Youn… On…
I jumped at the voice, looking around wildly when I saw them; three wolves with two pups. The one in front, the alpha I assumed, was solid black with gold eyes; the second closest was a solid white female. The third wolf was brown with white and grey whiskers on his face, and his eyes were brown, one blind. The two pups looked like twins, both black, but the larger one had a white diamond on his chest; they both had bright blue eyes. The adults were half my size (I'm like the size of a large donkey).
I looked away, scared that they'd hurt me. The alpha seemed to see that I couldn't understand him so he shooed his pack away and then turned to follow; he yipped, catching my attention, and then gestured to where his pack was going. Follow…? Carefully, I stood and walked, stumbling a little, before following after his pack, the leader nipped my behind, making me yelp, before I quickly trotted after them; he was behind me. I smiled internally, they were a family.
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Any ideas? Just review me!