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Wolf
Slight whimpers whispered out between Wolf's fangs. His muscles ached from the pain of… what? Why did they hurt so much? Why did everything hurt so much? His limbs were burning, his jaw ached, but what hurt the most, was the hunger steadily gnawing at his stomach. He was so, so hungry.
Lifting his head, he sniffed the air, and immediately wretched. Wherever he was, it stank of… of… magic. Horrible magic that burned his fur and scorched his skin, that tossed him around and kept him away from the food. A growl rose in his throat as blurry memories of food smiling at him as he writhed in pain at their feet flashed across his mind. And he could never make them pay. The magic wouldn't let him.
Wolf huffed, accidentally inhaling again through his nose as he did so. The stink of magic once again enveloped him, but this time he could detect something else. Something strong. Something good. His tongue lolled out of his jaws with excitement, dribbling spit on the white ground beneath his paws. Food.
Wolf tore down the hallway, his heart beating faster and the hunger in his stomach gnawing more and more desperately as the smell of food grew stronger. Water pooled in his jaws at the thought of the sweet meat, the warm red blood, the succulent bones. Soon, he wouldn't have to rely on imagination. Soon it will be real.
His ears pricked at the distinct sounds of food. The shrill, strange sounds of food. Wolf had heard them often enough to know them. And then, creeping along the confined white world he woke in, he saw them. Two of them. One tall with long, black fur sitting floppily on its head, the other slightly shorter with a strange unfocused look in its gaze.
Wolf whimpered with excitement as he crept closer. The taller one had seen him now, and was making gratifying, shrill, scared noises. It reached inside its fake pelt, and Wolf saw the gleam of sunlight on ivory as it pulled free the twig the food uses to cast magic.
He snarled. Magic wasn't getting in the way between him and his meal, not again.
With a roar, he pounced, knocking the food to the ground before it could use magic, and sank his teeth into its throat. The food stopped making its noise and went limp, the life draining out of its body. Pity. It was fun when the food struggled a little.
Wolf tore out chunks of the food's throat, savouring the warmth of the meat and lapping at the blood with his tongue. It was delicious, better than he had even imagined. The pangs of hunger increased, demanding more and more of the food. And Wolf was only too happy to comply.
There was a frantic, random thudding and Wolf looked up to see the other food running unsteadily down the path, slamming into the barriers and panting with fear and exhaustion. If Wolf really strained his ears, he could hear the frantic beat of its heart.
He straightened up from his meal. He could always come back for it later, and nothing beats the thrill of the chase.
Wolf took his time chasing after the food, barking and growling to let it know he was after it, but letting it continue its pathetic attempt at escape. It was so savory, so satisfying, to see the proud, cruel food terrified and in a panic because of him. After all the torment the food had inflicted on him, finally he was having his revenge. He was having a hard time deciding what tasted better, the food, or the food's fear.
And when the food led him to even more food, Wolf was glad he'd chosen the chase.
The food he had been chasing shrieked and howled at the rest of the food, waving its paws in the air. Wolf pricked his ears, waiting for the call to be echoed by the rest of the food. He wanted to hear their terror. And they did make noise, but it wasn't scared noise. It made Wolf's fur stand on end and a growl rumbled deep in his chest. He'd heard that noise before, the food made it all the time when it attacked him with magic. It was a mocking sound, a grating sound, a horrible sound.
And then, one of the food, did something truly shocking. It walked right up to Wolf, not a trace of fear or caution in its furless face, made a few strange sounds, and poked Wolf in the nose with one blunt claw.
Wolf stared at it, totally and completely shocked. Where was the terror? Where was the fear? Didn't the food know that it was food?
Wolf probably would've stayed in his state of complete and utter shock for several moments longer, had the food not made the terrible noise.
Snarling, Wolf reared up onto his hind legs and slashed the food across its face with a clawed forepaw. Its high-pitched shriek as blood dribbled steadily from the dark slashes was the best sound Wolf had heard since he'd awoken. There was something… satisfying about it. A strange sense laced it, that the food had gotten what it deserved. But didn't all food deserve this fate? What was different about this one?
Wolf shook these strange thoughts out of his head. They didn't belong there.
He lunged forward and sank his teeth into the food's neck, savouring the last breath of air that whispered through its jaws. He raised his head and howled to the white, smooth sky. And then the world was filled with the noise of food, not the horrible noise this time, but the scared noise. The best noise.
Barking with excitement, Wolf threw himself into the confused stampede of terrified food, biting and slashing at flesh, drinking blood and relishing the crack of bone. He could barely tell one food from another, one's high-pitched screeches of terror from another's halting wails of despair and submission. Some of them tried to bring out the twigs they use to make magic. Wolf took a special kind of pleasure in crushing those irritating bands of wood into splinters with his teeth. Here, surrounded by food, he felt unstoppable! He was-
A familiar burning, stinging sensation froze his train of thought, and he didn't need the to smell the tainted smoke rising from his fur to know what caused it. Magic.
Roaring, Wolf pivoted around to face his attacker. A familiar food with a gaze as black as the shadows of the forest was standing there with its twig, an unbearable smile on its face.
A great, burning hatred rose up inside Wolf, making his lips peel back against his fangs and his fur bristle. This food was different. This food must be killed, more than all the other food shrieking and stampeding. Wolf wanted to tear open its throat, he wanted to rip open its chest and eat its still-beating heart. And Wolf was going to get what he wanted.
Snarling, Wolf lunged forward. The food calmly made a noise, and more dreadful magic sparked out of the twig. But Wolf wasn't going to let that hit him again. He nimbly dodged to the side, and the magic burst harmlessly on the stone floor. The food's eyes narrowed, and it made another sound, and another burst of magic spurted from the twig. And again Wolf dodged. Some part of him knew what the food was going to do. And that part of him was ready.
The food was looking scared now, and it wasn't even bothering to make noises as the twig fired off magic. But Wolf was untouchable, especially after he gripped the irritating twig in his jaws and snapped it. The food stumbled back, its face pale, but Wolf wasn't about to let it get away. His teeth flashed. There was a wail of terror. And then the food's lifeblood was staining the ground.
Wolf stood on his hind legs and howled to the air triumphantly. The food was screaming and wailing all around him, and the chaotic pattern of thuds made by their footsteps as they fought to get away from him formed a sweet melody to his ears.
And then, cutting through even the disorderly noise that bombarded Wolf from all sides, was a single word, soft and quiet with shock and fear. "Wolf?"
Wolf pricked his ears and swung his great head around to find the source of the word. He found himself looking at a food-a girl-staring at him. Its fur-her hair-was a bright, unnatural shade of red. Her skin was ghost pale, and her brown eyes were huge with fear. For some reason, this made Wolf flinch.
The girl took a step forward. Wolf took a step back.
"Wolf?" she said, "Are you… in there?"
Wolf growled. He wanted her to stop talking (keep talking). He wanted her to stop coming close to him (keep coming close to him). He wanted her to stop looking at him (keep looking at him). He wanted her to go away (stay).
The girl took another step and Wolf growled louder.
"I know you're in there somewhere Wolf." She said, "You would've already killed me if you weren't."
Wolf bristled and bared his fangs, eying the girl warily. She was confusing his mind. His thoughts were all jumbled. He didn't know if he wanted to sink his teeth into her neck or wrap his arms around her and bury his face into her hair. He didn't know if his teeth were supposed to be this big, if he was supposed to have fur, if he was supposed to have a tail.
She was doing this to him. And there was only one way to make her stop.
Roaring, he bounded forward, knocking the girl to the ground. His lunged for her neck, teeth bared, ready to end the torture she was enacting on his mind, when something else jabbed into his neck.
The girl whispered faintly, "Homorphus."
Wolf howled in agony as pain shot up his muscles. The confused thoughts in his brain turned sharp and focused. Yes, his teeth weren't supposed to be this big, yes, he wasn't supposed to have fur, yes, he wasn't supposed to have a tail. His howling contorted into deep, cries of pain used by the f-by the humans. His fur shrank back into his skin.
Wolf could just blearily make out Scarlet, staring at him with wide-eyed terror, before darkness closed around his vision and his body hit the floor.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this!
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