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I remember being in forest surrounded by war. That forest was mine though and all who entered it were putting their lives in my hands. I don’t remember how I ended up in that forest, but I do remember that it had become my home. A young girl, I remember she entered my forest. I followed her without her knowing she seemed to be running scared, the spell of fear dripped off of her. She crashed threw my woods running from something. She wasn’t doing too much damage to my woods; in fact, I think they were doing more damage to her.

She stopped to catch her breath and that’s when what she was running from caught up to her. It was several men in strange uniforms with a funny black symbol that looked kind of like a stick man running without a head. She is young and surrounded and was terrified of these men. I watched the events the smells coming off those men were dark, twisted, lust, hate, and oddly a bit of fear. That last scent came off of a younger man in the group, but that smell was fading from him as they all drew closer to the girl. I may not be one of them but I had a pretty good idea where this was going to go, fun for them, many screams from the girl, and it usually ended with the one in the center of the “game” dead. I never cared much for that game; of course many tried to make me that center toy.

I don’t remember why I truly stepped out, but I did. The girl’s amethyst eyes locked on to me with absolute terror in them, a look I was getting use to from these beings, but then that fear left and pleading replaced the fear. Was she not scared of me? I didn’t really think about it as I walked towards the group, they never heard me coming even with all those leaves and twigs, but then this was my forest. Their focus was on the girl and how they were going to play with her probably, other wise at least one of them would have noticed me since they were in a circle around her.

I remember walking up to the guy closest to me his back faced me. I reached out a hand and gently tapped his shoulder with one of my talons for claws. He said something I couldn’t understand it, but then I can’t understand any of what these beings say. I tapped his shoulder again and the man finally turned around his gaze slowly lifting up to be greeted by me grinning down at him, which showed off some of my razor sharp fangs and teeth. The look on this guy’s face was rather amusing to me, but the surprise was even better. I thrust my hand, like a spear, into his chest and gripped his heart then ripped it out before he could even scream. When he crumbled to the ground I finally had the attention of his buddies. They oddly stood their starring at me for a bit, I wonder absently if it was my stunning looks or the fact I was still holding their friend’s heart in my hand that had them captivated. So while they starred I howled and ripped into another three of them before they were pulled from their stupor.

They pointed these funny things at me some were small little sticks others were long sticks, and then those sticks lit up at the end and loud sounds followed. I heard little “tink” sounds as they ricocheted off of my chest, huh guess that is armor that’s there. However, I then felt a few stings that really hurt and I went down, you take a sting to the eye and see how you do!? They kept attacking with those magic sticks and I felt some of those stings in my back. I remember hearing the girl scream, but it wasn’t like before, then she grew silent.

To say the least I was becoming very upset, and that’s never a good idea. I guess I’d stopped moving cause they stopped attacking, so I’m guessing they thought I was dead. I slowly stood up though pissed off and seeing the girl sprayed out on the ground just seemed to tip that last scale. I remember howling like I’ve never howled before it didn’t even sound like me. I remember everything become silent in the woods, I remember them shaking like leaves in the wind, I remember one threw down that boom stick and ran, I remember leaping only once and landing on him and tearing him apart, and I remember turning and going after the others. It’s only bits and pieces really, but I remember a few images clearly from that frenzy.

When I came back to my senses the ground was saturated with blood and the bodies of those men were scattered, in pieces everywhere in this area, and the young girl was in my arms. I remember walking and setting the girl down gently before quickly digging a small but large enough hole and tossing the pieces into it and then covering it. What, one that’s snacks for awhile, two I don’t like my home being dirtied up cause that’s going to stink after so long and my sensitive nose will pick it up, and three I didn’t want the girl to see that mess. I then walked over and scooped up the girl gently stopped and looked back at the blood splattered forest. I give it a look and the blood vanished it looked as if nothing happened. I then walked off with the girl and carried her back to the home I’d found.

I let her rest there and oddly she stuck around even though we couldn’t understand each other she wasn’t scared of me even like this. In fact, I think she was more scared when I took on a shape more like her, male of course, then of this particular beast form. When I barked at her she had calmed right down. I’ve learned some words of her language and by the pictures she’s drawn I’ve gotten to see what I look like. She calls it a “Werewolf” an odd sounding word if you ask me. Apparently I have a long muzzle, golden glowing eyes, long wild white hair, black fur that one I can see myself, and armor on various parts of my body.

We’ve spent some time together I still know little of her language but I can understand a great deal of it I just can’t speak it worth a damn it’s so different from my own. We seem to have an odd living understanding I allow her to live in my forest and protect her and she tends to my home and teaches me things of her people. She calls me another odd word, “Brother” whatever that means. I tend to stick to my human looking form when around her she has a tendency to pet, cuddle, wash, or dress up my other forms. I still haven’t figured out why I haven’t killed her for half of them, oh well. In this human looking form I can look mostly like her male kind, but not fully. My left arm I can bring down to the proper size and length, but I can’t make the talons go away or the armor that shields that one arm. She seems to not worry about it calls it armor, even though it’s actually my arm. I don’t like wearing their clothes though those “pants” things are evil, shirts feel funny, and I don’t even know the name of those vial things that she tries to cram my feet into. I’ve shredded a bunch of those, I can’t stand those things. Finally she let me run around in what I was already wearing; it is simply two pieces of black cloth one down the front one down the back held up by a golden belt. It works for me I’m happy and that’s all I’ll wear.

As time has gone on I’ve had to take my “Werewolf” form, as she calls it and that’s better then “Puppy”, to take on more men that had wandered into my woods. Most of the time it’s those men wearing the same symbol as the men that had chased the girl here. However, I’ve noticed more and more are entering and other strange “creatures” they’re not alive, but they move. One of those things has a really long boom stick on it and it hurts like hell when ya get hit by it. That usually causes me to snap completely and everything goes dark. I can never remember what I did during those times.

At one point the girl, Adara, I’m still working on saying her name properly but I think I’m getting closer she seems happy. Anyway, Adara wanted to help, she’s grown into quite the woman, and I thought about this those men were after her when she was young her kind seem to think the females of their species are weak. I’ve learned this female may not be as strong as me but she can be rather cunning and dangerous when she’s given half a chance. With pictures and her language and a bit of mine, I was so proud of her, she explains her plan. I nodded to it and shifted into my “Werewolf” form and scooped her up, she proceeded to snuggle to me at once, and then took off finding just the right spot.

That plan of hers had worked well. The males, which it always seemed to be, would see her and come out without fear because I would be in hiding. She would be doing different things picking flowers in the spring, cleaning in the summer, and so on. When they stumbled onto her none of them seemed to fear her and I could easy watch them and catch their scents and decide their fates. Those guys that wear the funny symbol of the black headless running man, have yet to live threw an encounter with her. They always had a vial smell to them and I didn’t have to know their language to understand them.

However, we ran across some new beings at least I’d never seen their likes before. Well I mean they were her kind of course but they were different clothes. They all seemed to dress the same, Adara calls it “uniforms”, but they were different from the other ones. They were a funny green and they didn’t have the black headless man. They also smelled very different from those other guys. Their scent seemed more homesick, longing, battered, tired, strong, fear, determination, and so much more.

I watched this new group closely unsure of how they’ll act. The group made it to the area Adara was and they stopped. I caught their scent change that big one in the front his changed the most distrust, concern, guarded, and fear. He didn’t trust the girl being there I don’t think because he was looking around while the guy next to him his scent changed to like the bigger one distrust was first and foremost the strongest scent, but guarded came in second, and anger. However, one in their group his scent quickly shifted to overjoyed, to say the least that one threw me off no one had ever had that smell when they found her. The young one ran towards her, with his own guys yelling something at him. I watched this man closely I recognized that boom stick he had, they all had it and I hated those things. However, Adara’s scent didn’t change as always when new people came into view she’d get a bit scared, but that didn’t change even with this guy running towards her. I didn’t trust this but I watched closely and soon the guy reached Adara and he dropped to his knees and hugged her so tightly yet so gently. I wondered if she knew the guy, but she looked just as confused as she smelled. I could hear the guy saying something, but I didn’t understand it really I’m not even sure she fully understood it.

I guess the rest of the group of guy’s decided it was safe enough and they made their way towards Adara. Though, unlike the one that ran to Adara the others didn’t drop their guard and didn’t seem to trust her like the one hugging her did. Still I didn’t pick up the same scents I usually did from the others. Adara talked with those men for awhile before she raised her hand and waved me to come out. This was a first I’d never allowed anyone to live this long after seeing her, and I’ve never revealed myself without plans to slaughter them all. I leapt down and began walking towards them, but then I heard her say, “No Scare.” I stopped now it was even stranger I’ve never shown this form to any other but her. However, I did as she said and shifted to my human looking form and slowly walked out.

I slowly made my way over to Adara and stood next to her. I could smell the distrust, fear, and much more coming from these men now. I turned my gaze to these men and could tell those feelings were directed towards me as all eyes were on me. Perhaps it was the slightly glowing blood red eyes, the black hair, or maybe it was the way I dressed. Adara says I look “brooding” with the color of my eyes and hair, whatever that means. She looks at me and gently takes my armored hand, “Brother lets bring them home give them a real meal they look starved, and maybe a warm bath cause they offend even my nose, and a warm place to sleep.”

I raised an eyebrow to her then looked at the group; these would be the first beings to be allowed in my home other then the girl Adara. The big man he was the leader I could smell that and he was not to be underestimated the guy was strong, and his scents were that of a true leader. The one next to him he would make a good leader too his scents were in some ways similar to the big one. I looked from one to the other both of them had odd eyes compared to the others in their group. The big one he had two shades of green that swirled. The one next to him such pretty blue eyes, “Pretty…eyes…” Yeah, my grasp of their language sucked a**, but hey I think that was the words she’d taught me, and I said them as I looked at blue eyes. I looked to the girl and nodded, “Can come, nice.” I waited knowing that I probably messed up some word in there and I heard her words, “He’s allowed you guy’s to come to our home. However, you must be on your best behavior my brother likes things to stay nice other wise he can get very nasty.”

I remember the group had talked a bit then eventually they followed us to our home, but I don’t remember anything after that. It all goes blank after that I don’t know what happened to that girl or that group of men or even pretty eyes.