[A/N: Feel free to offer OCs but be aware that if you do you are giving me the character, and I can do whatever I choose with it. As well if you have any tips on how to make this better let me know at any point in the story.]
Opening your eyes to pure white ones will never be something that you'll ever get used to.
I guess I should start from the beginning of my interesting life...well, when it first got interesting, that is.
My name is Girly Geek, I live in a place called "Minecraftia", and I'm half-wolf. Meaning that one of my parents is a wolf and the other is a human. Most of my life was lived without me knowing who either of them were. Now I live in a little village up north where I'm one of the best hunters due to my shape-shifting power, which lets me turn into a wolf. Oh yeah, and I have a bizarre passion for spaghetti and meatballs. Don't ask, I'm not sure I even know why.
But anyway, story. Right. It started on a hunting trip while I was in the forest. As a wolf, I don't need hunting gear that could potentially make much more noise than desired. My body is the perfect tool for catching and killing prey, ranging from docile sheep to quick deer. Mmm, deer... I'm getting distracted. Back to the story.
I was currently stalking a rabbit when I heard the telltale sound of a bow being pulled back. If some stupid human from a neighboring village was hunting the hunter, they'd regret it very deeply. I turned around to face whoever was shooting a bow only to have a meet-and-greet with a weakness arrow - right smack in my leg. Ouch. There was a follow-up of a slowness arrow and finally some sort of net. With me inside. Huh. That was certainly an interesting turn of events. And now my trappers showed themselves, emerging from between the trees. I didn't recognize any of them.
Before I was fully aware of what was going on, I was being dragged over the rough terrain in a net very unceremoniously. I turned into my human form, which still had pointed wolf ears on the top of my head and a fluffy wolf tail, and tried to pick the arrows out of where they were located on my arms now. I was so focused on the task that I was able to enter a mode of super-focus where everything else around me gets tuned out. Which would certainly explain why I hadn't realized that the movement stopped until I was suddenly picked up by someone and unceremoniously pulled out of the net and thrown into some kind of cell. The door was slammed shut and I heard the lock click. A potion splashed on the floor and I went out cold.
