Demons and P's
It was just supposed to be a routine survival training exercise of a deserted island all my demonic powers were sealed and I was limited to only my physical and mental abilities so imagine my surprise when after a bed down for the night only to wake up and I fucking magical forest fighting off a pack of wolves made out of wood.
The plan was after a week of surviving in the heat of the tropical jungle to meet back up on the beach by the south side of the island. I had been dropped off on the west side with my gear, I was carrying my 80 ruck sack was easily because of my intense training, it held vital survival gear like my water supply, fire making tools, sleeping bag, personal tent, a few extra clothes, and other things he might need for a week of survival except for food since I would hunt for myself, the only weapons I was allowed to carry were my two black machete which were customized so that with a twist of the handle the blades went from straight to curved so I could essentially use them like a bladed boomerang and I was very proficient with them both in my survival training as well as combat. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't even need anything else other than my machete since I could use my demonic powers to make up for all the survival gear I was carrying, but I understood the point of this training because demons tend to overly rely on their powers they don't train their bodies enough which is why a lot of them die in combat, I however was different I trained my body, mind , and demonic powers to the fullest that's why I was the youngest demon in history to reach the rank of general.
Before I go any further maybe I should describe myself, I'm 21 years old about 5'7 with carmel skin, messy black hair with streaks of red running through it, my eyes are a piercing crimson color, I have a muscular build the kind that most guys want where I was really cut without being overly ripped, I had a black and red dragon running down my right arm with chains across it signifying that my powers were being sealed, I'm guessing I'm pretty good looking since I never had a problem getting girls I don't really spend much time with my looks though unless it involves training my body but anyway back to the story.
I was currently walking through the heat of the jungle shirtless my thick cargo like combat pants and heavy steel toed boots protected my lower half from the underbrush and my demon blood would instantly heal any small scraps or cuts I got on my chest from the jungles plants, my bulky ruck sack made moving through the more dense areas difficult so was staying in the more open areas looking for a place to set up a base camp, so I could go hunting for food. Looking up at the sun I figured I had about 5 hours of daylight left which is plenty of time to set up camp and hunt I could hunt at night if I needed to as demons had great night vision, but I would prefer to do it in the daylight since rest was important to maintaining my strength level, which is also why I wanted to hunt I could honestly go the whole week without food and be fine but my strength level would drop drastically which I didn't want. Besides I was familiar with this island and I knew that food was plentiful here though fresh water was difficult to get to which is why I brought plenty with me.
After walking for about another hour I came to an open patch in the forest where I could set up a fire and my tent without too much trouble. I set down my rucksack pulling out my small one person dome tent and setting it up before storing my ruck sack in the tents back compartment. I went out into the nearby trees to gather tender for a fire which didn't taking long, after I got the fire going and gathered enough wood for the night I grabbed one of my canteens drinking down a few gulps of water. I always keep my machete in custom leg sheathe on the sides of my shin so I was always ready. I walked into the denser parts of the jungle making sure to mark a path back to came by slashing the trees I passed, I knew wild boar drank from a small stream further in so that's where I was headed. I climbed I nearby tree using the dense canopy to my advantage I jumped from tree to tree like Tarzan. I stopped instantly when I heard the grunting on a wild boar below me I unsheathed my right machete quietly jumping down from the tree I flipped downward with one fluid motion slicing the boar's spine right behind its head death was instant and the boar was dead before it even hit the ground. Not wanting to get blood by my camp site I bled and skinned the boar where it was emptying the canteen I'd brought with me I made sure I filled it to the brim with the boars blood, as a demon blood was more of a necessity than water I could go weeks without food or water and stay alive if barely but without fresh blood I would die in a matter of days.
I cut out the boars internal organs burying them and took the meat I would need for myself which was most of the boar besides the head. After following my trail back to camp I quickly started to cook the meat on a spit. Opening my tent's storage flap I pulled out one of the black long sleeved shirts I packed since it was starting to get a little chilly now that the sun was setting. I found a stump nearby that I rolled over closer to the fire to make a make shift chair. I sat down drinking the boars blood I had collected it wasn't bad tasting but I preferred higher quality blood "oh well it will keep me from going blood crazy at least" I thought drinking about a third of the canteen before topping it off and storing it in my sleeping bag inside my tent. The boars meat was ready just as the moon started to rise above the tree line, and by that time I was starving and tore into the meal with a savage vigor I devoured every single scrap of meat and even sucked the bones clean, after drinking some more blood and washing everything down with some water I felt somewhat satisfied looking down at my watch I saw it was close to 1 in the morning so I headed in to bed down for the night after putting enough wood in the fire to ensure it would burn through most of the night, I closed my eyes falling into a weirdly deep slumber.
I jerked awake feeling oddly drowsy, I heard the howling of wolves outside…wait wolves that can't be this isn't even remotely close to their natural habitat. I crawled out of my sleeping bag stark naked since it was designed to work better against bare flesh something was wrong here I looked down at my right arm seeing the chains that should've surrounded my dragon tattoo were gone this isn't right those seals were supposed to last the whole week they shouldn't be gone after just one night. I pulled back on my boxers and combat pants along with my long sleeve black shirt, and black combat boots. After strapping my machete into place on my shin I rolled up my sleeping bag putting it back in my rucksack before unzipping the entrance to my tent. I crawled out and after I quick look around I screamed "what the fuck" no seriously what the fuck happened the hot humid weather was replaced my an unnatural chill and fog the jungle like environment I had been in was now replaced by an evergreen forest that looked a little cartoony. Now being a demon I heard about and saw some incredible shit but never anything as logic defying as a whole habitat change in just a few hours. Pushing the obvious mind fucking situation aside I packed away the tent loading it into my rucksack I had an emergency radio but I knew I wouldn't be able to get a signal in the middle of the thick evergreens around me I wasn't far from the north beach so if I ruck for a few hours I should make it that is assuming the beach is still there.
I threw my rucksack on my back it felt heavier than usual or maybe I was just weaker than usual but that couldn't be I had an entire boar for dinner last night I should still be at full strength. After almost half an hour of rucking through the forest I started to feel the hairs on the back on my neck prickling it was a feeling I knew well something out in this dark forest was stalking me "oh well the sooner the bastard attacks the sooner they die" I thought walking on. Not five minutes later a howl came from a nearby bush then another and another until over two dozen howls were echoing around me I pulled out both my machete ready to fight a timber wolf jumped out a bush on my right and I don't mean timber wolf like a species of wolf I mean a literal wolf made of timber it's a fucking wood wolf. It jumped at me going for my throat but even with my rucksack on a was much faster than it I side stepped slashing its head off in a smooth motion apparently that was the wrong thing to do as another two dozen timber wolves stalked out of the bushes all around me. I wasn't about to let them box me in so a picked a direction with only four wolves guarding and rushed them slashing my way past them sprinting with all my might. Usually I would have just used my demon magic to take care of them but for some reason my powers felt a little off so I didn't want to use it unless there was no other choice. I kept running knowing the timber wolves were right on my heels. Then like something out of a movie I came skidding to a halt right before a cliff that dropped off 150ft to a fast flowing river. "fuck" i turn around seeing the timber wolves closing in on me with no choice left I summon my demonic powers black crimson aura swirls around me violently as I reach for one of my flame spells I chant a few words quickly creating a swirling flame vortex that consumes all the wolves turning them to ash.
Even though that was a simple spell that wouldn't have even made me break a sweat usually I dropped to my knees panting my vision flickering in and out I tried to crawl back to my feet but I had no strength left in my body I coughed violently a few times blood splashing on the ground I struggled for breath unable to roll on my back because my rucksack I laid on my side breathing like I had just ran a marathon at full sprint, I was starting to lose feeling in my body and felt the sensation of blacking out coming on to me I fought it as long as I could but I eventually blacked out after a few seconds the last thing I remember hearing is the sound of stomping hooves. "Great now I'm going to be trampled to death" I thought to myself sarcastically.