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The bitter and frigid wind blew through the trees as the ground is powdered by snow and blood. Footsteps were imprinted in the snow with a trail of blood followed behind, splattering in some different directions. Then, a hand landed on a tree with blood covering the palm and it was covered with bandages. It was a man, with jet black hair that is a little messy and fluffy, and a bandage wrapped around his temple, with a little bit of blood on the left side, fair skin colour, steel blue eye color, and he is wearing glasses, seaweed colored scarf around his neck, basil colored jacket with dark buttons and for some reason, bullet holes that are bleeding out, a dark belt with a silver buckle, basil colored pants with the ends neatly shoved into his coal colored boots. On his left forearm are a white armband and a red plus sign on it. On the right side of his hip is a syrup colored bag with a flap over the top of the bad to the bottom of the side and buckled. He was covering one of the holes on his chest with multiple bullet holes, as he was panting from running as sweat beads dripped from his forehead and his face, as tear stains stained his cheeks. Then, he took two steps forward, trying to get to the next tree, before he collapsed on the earth, with his hand on the ground for support. He panted for a few minutes, as more sweat beads dripped off him and he pushed himself up as he grunted and continued to walk forward, while leaving a trail of blood on the ground, in drips. But when he was far away from a giant black snout, in the shape of a wolf's nose, sniffed the ground and continue to follow the trail.
After a few moments, he collapsed on the ground, back first into a tree, while covering one of his wounds on his chest and panted for a few minutes. Then, hot tears poured out of his eyes, tracing the leftover tear marks on his cheeks, as sweat dripped from his forehead like beads. "Heavy...I'm so sorry..." he whispered softly as the bitter ice-cold wind blew past him. Then, after another few minutes gone with him, he heard giant footsteps, that rumbled the ground a bit, but they were quiet and soft, and crunching in the snow. Confused, he weakly looked up from his wounds on his chest and looked at his surroundings. No one was around where he was. But, in the distance, he swore he saw a man. Then, the footsteps became closer and he started to get a little weak from both the snow and losing too much blood. "H-Heavy?" he whispered softly. Then, the footsteps stopped and they sounded like they were close to him. He slowly and weakly looked up from his place and glanced at the left side of his side and noticed a paw, about the size of a human placed beside him. Wait a moment...a paw?
He weakly glanced up from his eyesight and from the pale looked on his face, he felt all the colors from his body escaped when he saw a creature, towering over him about 30 feet tall when standing up. It was in a shape of a wolf, and the wolf has midnight colored floofy, but slick and thick midnight colored fur, pointed medium length ears about the size of his arms, steel blue eye color that gazed gently at him, a medium sized large snout, a black nose, and it is down on its front and poking from the corners of its mouth was pearl silver sharp teeth and whiskers about the size of a pencil. But, the weirdest part was that it was wearing clothing. The clothes were a knitted grey, and black and blue scarf around its neck, and a blue, white, cerulean, peacock, and sky camo sweater with a hoodie that is enormous in size that reaches down to its thighs, with pockets on the sides and a silver zipper in the front, and with frost hemmings at the ends of the sleeves and the bottom of the sweater, blue jeans with a hole in the behind so that its tail can poke through and on its hands were white and blue fingerless gloves, revealing the other half of the fingers of the paw.
He was pale as a sheet when he saw a good look at the creature, gazing at him with calm and concerned steel-blue eyes that are oddly not filled with hunger. When it noticed the terrified look on his face, its ears pinned down in a worry motion, while its brow furled into a worried look. He blinked in confusion and tried to move away from the bizarre and extraordinary creature, fearing of what else it could do, but only shuffled a bit, when he winced as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He grunted from the pain and clenched his fist into a ball against one of the wounds and sucked in sharply through his teeth. Its ears perked up when it noticed his wincing and slowly walked in front of him. He could see the creature in front of him and started to hyperventilate, but the suffering in his chest was hurting him after each breath, making him close his eyes in pain. Then, it leaned in forward slightly, not too close to his awkwardness and to make him even more scared, and sniffed his body. He tried to back up into the tree, but the strength he had has disappeared. It took two sniffs, sniffing his entire body, instead of devouring him in plain sight nor biting him. He has never felt this confused. He was shocked, confused, frightened and perplexed at the same time as it took a couple sniffs, then it stood up slightly after a few minutes and he started to shake, and it's not from the coldness. It checked at its surroundings for a few minutes, when it slightly bent down and reached over to him with its right paw and gently scooped him up from underneath with its enormous right paw. He went even paler as he saw the ground he used to walk on, abandoned his feet as he glanced over the side of its paw and when he got to the full height of the creature, which is 50 ft. tall over the trees of the forest of Russia. He glanced back at the creature and realized that the creature still looked worried. It moved him closer to its snout and took one more sniff at him, and when with its other hand, it reached over to him and he squeaked quietly, thinking it was going to pinch him to death, but instead, it gently took off his bag.
He was confused at what it was doing as he slightly knelt down and placed his bag down on the ground and stood up, while he was trying to process what else it was planning. Without warning, it gently pinched the back of his jacket with its first finger and thumb and raised him up from its paw, and lifted him over eye level, over its head. He couldn't move his arms nor his legs as he was stiffened in fear and numbness from the cold, as he was getting higher and when he stopped at the top, while he was looking downwards at the creature, as its head was pulled back along with him, so that its snout is under his feet. He was confused and weak as he is dangling over the creature's snout. Then, without warning, it opened its jaws, slightly for him to fit, revealing its pearl white teeth, and its long pink sponge tongue and the uvula and the most one that he nearly passed out, is the entrance of the throat. He nearly screamed in fear when he saw it opened its mouth when all of the sudden, it gently sets him on its tongue, facing upward to the roof of the mouth and he limped inside, weak, warm, cold and terrified at the same time. It gently moved its head down to eye level as his arms were poking out of its snout and was going to close his mouth when it didn't shut its mouth, but instead, its tongue accidentally brushed against his wounds, to move him away from its teeth for some odd reason, when he gave out a pained yelp.
It stopped moving him and then, with surprisingly care, it tried again on the other side and only flipped his arm over to his side, along with the other one, and he couldn't even speak to the creature because he is scared out of his wits and also weak from all of the blood that he lost along with the escaping. He simply knows he is food to the creature and there is no way to talk to the creature to talk into other suggestions. So, he instead only fell dead quiet and let the creature do it's eating process. Instead of a fast cover up of saliva, it rather let the saliva soak through his clothing, from the roof of the mouth and from the leftover saliva, as a pool of blood pooled on top of the tongue, underneath him. Then, it lightly lifted him up, and he only gave out a terrified whimper as tears gently dropped from his eyes, landing on the tongue's smooth bumpy surface, that he was on top. He was gently sliding feet first towards its throat as it breathed hot breaths of air at him. When he felt the muscles gently grasped his legs, he heard a soft gulp around him from it and went deeper inside the creature's esophagus as he gave out a terrified squeak. His legs were deep inside the creature's esophagus and it was up to his thighs. He looked in front of the snout to see the daylight one more time, before going to his destination, the stomach. One more gulp from the creature and he went deeper into the esophagus that is up to his chest and another, and he disappeared into the throat, diving into the unknown depths.
Outside, the wolf gulped as a bulge appeared in its throat, while gently pressing two digits against its neck with its first finger and middle finger and disappeared through its chest. It sighed as it felt the body dropped to its stomach and it looked at the person's bag on the ground and smiled. It knelt down for a moment, and picked up the bag and gently put it in the palm and when it touched the paw, it disappeared into thin air and it knelt back up and started to walk away from the spot, on its hind legs.
Inside, the person was crying, because a creature swallows him and couldn't move and losing way too much blood from escaping earlier in the time. Then, he felt his legs poke through an opening and he went through the opening and into the stomach, splashing a strange liquid inside all over the dark place that he is inside. There was only thigh deep liquid inside and the stomach was just big enough for him to sit up. So, he instead sadly stayed where he was, leaning back against the wall, where he was dropped out of the opening, placed his hands over his wounds on his chest and sighed in sadness. He's letting the creature digest him, even though he was curious earlier about the creature. He slowly blinked a couple of times, feeling tired of losing too much blood, until he fell asleep, waiting for his death.
Outside, the wolf smiled when it heard the person inside its stomach snoring gently inside, and it was stopped in front of a cave in a mountain and it looked at the cave for a moment, before it sighed in sadness. Then, it walked off from the cave continued to walk into the other part of the forest, searching for a lone house for the passenger settling inside its stomach.
He slowly woke up to the strange slight movements. He blinked a few times and realized the inside of the stomach was not dark anymore. Instead, there was a glowing light in a light cobalt blue color and it showed him the inside of the gut. There were ripples on the walls, and the shade of the stomach was in a pink color. He felt confused, so he sat up and looked around, wondering what was that glowing. Until he looked down and saw that the liquid he was sitting in was glowing. The liquid that he was sitting in was glowing in a light cobalt blue color and it wasn't glowing too bright, but instead, it was glowing in a glow stick color. But, the oddest thing that made him confused that it wasn't burning his clothes away, nor his skin. He felt confused for a moment until he reached over to his injuries and wiped some of the leftover salivae off his hand on his wet uniform until he moved his hand over to where the bullet wound was till he realized the bullet wounds on his chest were gone!
He looked down at his chest and realized not only the injuries were gone; the leftover holes in his suit were not left over from the strange healing. He felt perplexed about the strange magic, so he reached over to the wound on the side of his head and removed the bandage wrapped around his crown and when he pulled the bandage off, he reached over to the injury and felt that it was gone too! He looked at the gauzes wrapped around his hands and felt suspicious about the scratches on his hands, so he also took those off and the scratches on his palms were also gone! He blinked in confusion and he oddly doesn't feel weak anymore. He looked at strange liquid again and felt curious about the liquid. So, he reached his uncovered and semi-covered hand in scratches and he put his hand through the strange glowing solution and it oddly didn't sting his hand, but instead, healed his scrapes on his hand! He was stumped in confusion. Then, he noticed he was awake from the strange, but calming slightly rocking sensation. He felt perplexed, but he ignored the reason and placed his hands back on his stomach this time and sighed in sadness and closed his eyes. But his thoughts were cut off when he noticed the rocking sensation stopped moving. He opened his eyes and quickly sat up from his spot, looked around in fear. Then, without warning, the stomach walls began to gently squeeze him and he squeaked in fear as they lightly pressed against him. Is the digestion starting? He closed his eyes, waiting for the digestion to start, but instead, he felt his head go through an opening and forced him through the same esophagus that he traveled earlier and he opened his eyes when he suddenly went into the mouth of the creature and froze. Is it going eat him this time?
He closed his eyes in fear again, waiting for the sudden chewing, but it instead, moved its tongue at him and started to lick him instead. He squeaked when it softly kept clobbering him all over, gently moving him around in its mouth, not near of any of the sharp pearl white teeth. After a few moments of licking, it stopped licking him, and he was facing face first back towards the entrance of the gullet and instead of tilting back in the direction of the throat into the stomach again, it instead gently knelt down and opened its jaws, while he was facing backward and spat him out onto something wooden, hard. He groaned for a moment, before he sat up and lifted up his hand to protect his eyes from the sun, and saw the blurred black creature before him, standing in front of him, gazing at him with the same worried steel blue eyes. Then, the brightness disappeared to his conventional sight and he sat up more to get a better view of the living thing but got annoyed that his glasses are covered in saliva. Then, the creature gently reached over with a paw and gently took his glasses off his face and lightly rubbed them on its sweater to clean off all the saliva off and placed them back on, and he saw a good view of the creature up close. On the creature's right wrist which is hidden underneath the sleeve and glove was a black wristwatch that said, 4:00, and around its neck is a silver chain necklace with a gold heart-shaped pendant. He noticed the time on the werewolf's wrist and got curious.
He was outside at 12:00 and when he got swallowed, he was inside for 4 hours! He got more curious about the creature and before he could ask it a question, the creature took two steps backward, and for some odd reason, winked at him, and shrunken down to a normally sized werewolf and ran off into the woods, on its front. He blinked once and then he called out, "Hey, vait!" Then, the werewolf stopped running and glanced over its shoulder at him, with a confused look on its face. "Vho are jou?" he asked, with concern in his voice. It only smirked at him, and called, in a soft and calming female's voice, "I can't tell you my name! Wait until we have the right timin'!" turned slightly, while still facing him and with two of her fingers, put them on her temple and waved them away from her head, in a motion. "Then, we'll talk! I'll see ya later!" and turned fully around and ran deeper into the woods, abandoning him shocked and awed. He blinked a few times until the cold strikes him and he shivered, as he wrapped his saliva covered arms around his chest while shaking in the coldness. "Brr. Zhe coldness out here is very cold vhen vet. I vonder vhere did zhat strange creature dropped me off?" he mumbled to himself. He slightly turned around and noticed a snow white house, with four windows, and it was two stories tall. "Zis is my house!" he exclaimed, before falling quiet and placed his first finger against his chin as if he was thinking. "How did it know zat I lived here?" he murmured. Then, he looked at the house, and shivered, moving his head down. "I've got to varm up before I freeze to death," he mumbled. Then, he noticed a piece of fabric on the ground, near him and got curious. He reached over to the strange piece of fabric and realized it is actually a blanket. He looked at the blanket, and the blanket is a very soft fabric and the colors are blue, and red, mixed into a purple in a camo way. He blinked in a few times, in confusion, and sighed and felt the cold again, and this time he gently wrapped the blanket up into a small square and he grabbed his bag that appeared next to the blanket and he put the blanket inside the bag, so it won't get wet from him. He got to his feet and took two steps forward and reached into his wet and soggy pockets and pulled out his keys and unlocked the door to his house.
After he had unlocked the door, he walked through the door frame and closed the door behind him, locking the door behind him. Then, he took two steps forward and noticed the place was empty. He sighed sadly and started to take off his wet uniform and placed his bag on a chair and took a shower to wash off the excess saliva off his body. Then, he dried off from his shower and put on different clothing. It was a cream colored vest, with a red tie and crow colored pants and white slippers. His hair was still damp from the shower and he put on his clean glasses and shivered a bit. "Cold en here. Vhere is zhe fireplace?" he mumbled to himself. He strode into the living room and saw the open fireplace, didn't light up, and noticed the pile of logs on the side of the fireplace, but the oddest thing was that there was no dust on the logs. Has someone got into his house before? He knelt down on one knee and looked in the fireplace. The ashes inside are cleaned out and there were no signs of the break-in. He felt confused and suspicious for a moment until he just shrugged and grabbed some of the logs and placed them inside the fireplace. Then, he started the fire and felt the warmth gently heated his body up a bit. He sighed in relief and got up from one knee and all of the sudden, he was clobbered by something feathery and it landed on his shoulder. He yelped out in startlement and looked. It was a white dove on his shoulder, cooing softly at him. "Archimedes! Don't do zat to me!" he exclaimed. The dove named Archimedes only cooed and rubbed against his cheek. "Yes, I know. I miss jou too," he said, gently rubbing his cheek against Archimedes. Then, he lit a match and lit the logs that were oddly dry instead of musty and a fire started. He sighed in relief and walked over to a black chair, and he smiled.
"My favorite chair. ...Et has been avhile since I've sat en zat chair." he said, with a pause in his voice, and then continued, sounded sad. Then, he sat down in his chair, while Archimedes was on his shoulder still and leaned gently back into his chair. Oddly, it reminded him of the stomach walls of the werewolf's gut. Then, he got curious about the creature. The size changing, talking, surprising gentleness, kindness, and mercy. 'Vhy didn't she kill me vhen she got zhe chance? Are all verevolves zat merciful vhen et comes to killing?' he thought to himself. Then, he felt tired from all of the war, fighting and running and getting scared for life. He glanced out his window at the snow and sighed. 'I vonder if I could see zat verevolf one more time und zis time, I'm going to ask her questions.' he thought to himself, sounded determined. Then, he started blinking a few times in tiredness and noticed the handbag right next to the seat that he placed and he reached over to the bag, and pulled out the blanket that he placed inside and opened it from being into a square and he put it on his body and he leaned back against the chair and took off his glasses and placed them on a small table right next to him, and fell asleep in his chair, while Archimedes was also sleeping on his shoulder, with her head over her shoulder, snoring quietly. Outside the same window that he was looking out, the same werewolf that saved his life was also glancing through the window to him and smiled gently at him, without any of the teeth showing. "We'll see about that, my friend." the female werewolf said, with a gentle smirk on her face.