A/N: Yet another random idea. I'll be writing this in short short chapters so that I can update it far more frequently! My aim is almost daily, but we'll see how that goes!
There was an intruder. Yet fucking again. He could barely keep count of the amount of times he had to chase them off, but like an undying fucking cockroach, they always return, annoying as ever. It was as though he could never squish them to death, as if he was cursed to be faced with them contin-fucking-ously. He had offered them a way out, seeing as they were naught but foolish humans, but there was a limit to his damn generosity. In the first place, he was anything but generous.
Big bad wolves fucking eat people. And he was hungry for violence. He was done.
They were typically woodsman, or whatever the heck the humans called themselves. Always entering and vilifying his woods with their presence, he could still smell the stench. Poisonous. Destructive. Humans spun tales about wolves being cruel and evil, menacing and disgusting – perhaps that was true of him, but they were no better. Carving shit into the trees, taking the trees down for their own purpose, killing the animals for sport. They understood nothing. How dare they fucking defile his woods!?
He did not share. The forest stretched for miles upon miles, but there was no way he was sharing his woods with the damn humans. He had been residing here long before the human village even existed. He watched as the trees grew beyond the clouds, and he would be damned if he allowed the fucking morons to touch his home.
He did not care if this one smelled like vanilla and flowers. He did not care if this one was a short midget for a girl. He did not care if this one moved as though the world was a dancing party and she skipped along the path as though she was a fucking princess making her way down to meet her stupid dumbass prince because this was his fucking forest and no prancing little girl would make a damn difference. He will eat her to set an example to the stupid humans who did not understand a simple instruction. Keep Out. How difficult was it?! The woods did not rest in the midst of their village, nor did not create any form of blockage, there was distance far from the roads that he liked – but no, they trespassed constantly anyway. They should have fucking listened.
He did not care. The girl was paying the price.
Low growl rumbled deep within chest as he watched her within the shadows. Bare feet were silent, a practiced stalk any competent predator was capable of, crimson gaze taking in all of his current prey. With her hood it was hard to tell exact features, but his nose confirmed that it was a female, and keen vision put her to be just a small fry. Perhaps even a child….? As if that would matter. If it did, they would not have sent her foolishly into the forest where the wicked wolf lived. There was no way she could flee from his claws, she was dead the moment she stepped in.
He leaped, and in an instance he was behind her, lowering his head as rage bubbled free in a blood curling snarl. Head aligned; clawed hand swiped the hood off, the sheer motion shredding through few stray strands of cocoa. Fangs glistened, ready to rip her throat out in a swift act, but first claws dug into head, forcing her to look up at him, as prey should. Crimson to chocolate.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, fucking around in my damn forest?"