Hey yall! This is my first fanfic so bear with me on this one.
There will be lemon in later chapters just letting yall know.
Flames are welcome, I just need someone to tell me if I proofread this right.
Warning: boyxboy content so if you don't like, skedaddle, scram.
Also I am not Rick Riordan. I don't own any of the characters (except for a few).
Anyway, Enjoy! ;D
Percy didn't know the nightly howls were for him.
He only sat in his bed in Cabin 3 and listened. The sound drowned out all of his problems, all of his hatred, and all of his thinking.
He wondered what wolf was behind it and why it sang it's song in the saddest tone Percy had ever heard. Only one person knew where the sounds came from. Nico Di' Angelo. Why? Because it was he who howled that sad song Percy listened to every night instead of sleeping. And now I let him tell you what happened to him and why he was a wolf and not a human demigod.
- Flashback-
-Nico's POV-
I sat near Thalia's pine tree feeding the dragon that slept around it, it's body coiled around the trunk, guarding it from anyone. The beast blinked it's serpent-like eyes at me and readjusted around the tree before falling asleep again. Sighing, I stood up and descended the hill and walked around Camp Half-blood.
Many campers were training for combat or playing random games. The Ares and Apollo cabin were fighting-as usual- about which chariot was theirs. I even saw Percy and Annabeth making out near the lake.
Typical of them not to hide their love from the world.
I walked past them all to another hill on the outskirts of the camp.
Even though everyone can see me from the hill, there, I can gather all my thoughts together and take some time away from everything else. And not be disturbed by a certain male hero.
I sat down and listened to everything moving about around me.
"Here goes another lazy ass day for Nico Di' Angelo, son of Hades, Best person to stick around and pick on until he gives in to being killed." I said to myself, my chin resting in my hand.
Suddenly a twig snapped on my right and a tree branch rustled as well.
Automatically my body moved without me knowing. My Stygian sword in my hand ready to kill whatever was coming to get me.
What looked like a fury came screeching towards me with its wings out stretched and its talons ready to pierce my stomach or back. 30 seconds before my sword made contact with the beast, I got a good look at it.
Oh shit.
The arai turned into golden dust before I knew it. And then the curse hit me like a stone wall to the face.
I was not prepared for it.
My lower half grew long black silky fur everywhere, my knees were forced backwards with a gut wrenching pain I'd never felt before. My feet were no longer feet but paws with surprisingly sharp claws. I tried screaming, but all that I managed to yell out was a doggish whimper. Soon enough my clothes were gone and in its place was long black fur all across my body. My manhood wasn't stowed away but showing to the entire world. I thanked the gods there was no one nearby. This would have been terribly embarrassing. I fell forward onto all four of my paws and whimpered more. As though I were never human, I became an ugly black wolf with ugly large black wings that I summoned to go away.
How stupid of me not to recognize the beast that cursed me. Being the child of Hades, I should have known what was an arai and what was a fury.
Goddammit. I thought to myself. At least I can still speak human in my mind.
I tried to yell for help, but I only barked loudly for no one to hear.
I had to find the one who sent this ancient and deadliest of arais to me.
Only the smartest of demigods knew how to do unleash that beast from the darkest of layers underground.
I had a feeling I knew who it was.
-End of flashback-
Hey it's me again. So tell me how you liked it.
Remember, this is my first fanfic. I know. 2016 and I don't have any experience on this. :(
But I will get this thing going with the two pretty fast. It just takes a while for the story to come together.
A little too short. Ok way too short. :)