Okay, so, in retrospect? When your lease is up and you're considering moving just to change things up a bit and get a new perspective on life, accepting advice from a cryptic old man selling newspapers featuring articles about all the dirt cheap seriously come move here housing in a random ass city you hadn't even heard of until that day was probably not the best life advice. I mean, if you'd just taken that advice well salted and did some research of your own first before deciding that, naw, this place probably wasn't for you? That'd be okay. Heck, even if you'd decided that a visit wouldn't hurt, just to check things out, and took a weekend trip to explore some apartments for rent before returning home and just renewing your fucking lease like a sensible person who doesn't jump at the slightest impulse to, that'd be fine too.
What you don't do? What you really really don't do in a situation like this is stuff all your essentials in a backpack, store your most prized (and heavy) possessions in a small storage unit, sell off the rest of your possessions and fuck off to some city you'd never heard of to go apartment hunting while virtually rendering yourself homeless. Even if you're a fucking hyena who figures that you'd be able to sleep in some alleyways, anyway, and no one would even be the wiser! Or bother you!
But this is a city you don't know. And when the wet-dog smell that you couldn't seem to escape turns out to not belong to a really uncontrollable stray population, after all, and that werewolves are actually real, well. That's when shit starts to get hairy. Heh. Literally. Hairy. Get it?
Axel giggled hysterically. He got it. The werewolves didn't seem to understand what was so goddamn funny about all of this, but he was borderline cackling, as much as he could in hyena form, which was really pretty impressive. Whatever. They were werewolves, not werehyenas, they probably didn't even get that he was laughing half in preparation for battle and half for amusement at the weird-ass situation he'd found himself in. The werewolves growled in return, probably thinking they were being mocked. Which, to be fair, they were.
This was bad. If they were normal wolves, he'd be fine. Normal wolves were chill as long as you didn't fuck with them and their family. Werewolves? He didn't even know they existed before a couple of guys who'd stumbled across him furry and quadrupedal started hassling him to hand over his backpack. Which, you know, it had been confusing at first? Because why the fuck would you mess with a hyena, for one, and for two, why would you tell an animal to hand over anything? Because they don't understand english? But then the dudes started getting furry, too, and, oh, that's when it clicked.
They knew he wasn't just a hyena.
This realization would have been really fucking cool if it wasn't followed up by there suddenly being five of them and one of him and they had a pack while he had no clan. To be honest, he was still pretty sure he could take them, but it would hurt and it seemed so fucking pointless. Why the hell were they even bothering him to begin with? All he wanted to do was ask about one billion questions but their priority of the night seemed to be robbing the new kid on the block.
What assholes. He could definitely take them. They were nothing like the clan he'd grown up in, they hadn't even stopped spewing out threatening noises to actually attack him yet.
Axel was just gearing himself up for his very first supernatural show-down (holy crap would it be a good story after it was all over and he'd healed up from whatever horrible wounds he'd probably get!!) when the click of heals and a woman's voice dragged his attention away from the werewolves and, more importantly, the werewolves attention away from him.
What. Who was she talking to? Him? Did he know her? No. Did she know him? No way. Axel let her collar him purely from shock, to be honest, even if he probably would have let her collar him any other time, too, because hot damn. His eyes widened in response to the look she gave him, probably making him look more like a lost cub than it should, but he chanced a glance at the werewolves when she addressed them next and, heh, their faces were priceless.
He didn't even think twice about following her. Axel only paused to snatch his backpack from the ground where he'd been standing over it, guarding his possessions from the would-be-were-muggers, and trotted after the mystery woman like a well-trained mutt, tail erect and ears forward. He never could resist a woman in charge, call it his nature. Considering the welcome he'd just gotten at this end of town, he'd probably follow her wherever she damn well led him, too.
What you don't do? What you really really don't do in a situation like this is stuff all your essentials in a backpack, store your most prized (and heavy) possessions in a small storage unit, sell off the rest of your possessions and fuck off to some city you'd never heard of to go apartment hunting while virtually rendering yourself homeless. Even if you're a fucking hyena who figures that you'd be able to sleep in some alleyways, anyway, and no one would even be the wiser! Or bother you!
But this is a city you don't know. And when the wet-dog smell that you couldn't seem to escape turns out to not belong to a really uncontrollable stray population, after all, and that werewolves are actually real, well. That's when shit starts to get hairy. Heh. Literally. Hairy. Get it?
Axel giggled hysterically. He got it. The werewolves didn't seem to understand what was so goddamn funny about all of this, but he was borderline cackling, as much as he could in hyena form, which was really pretty impressive. Whatever. They were werewolves, not werehyenas, they probably didn't even get that he was laughing half in preparation for battle and half for amusement at the weird-ass situation he'd found himself in. The werewolves growled in return, probably thinking they were being mocked. Which, to be fair, they were.
This was bad. If they were normal wolves, he'd be fine. Normal wolves were chill as long as you didn't fuck with them and their family. Werewolves? He didn't even know they existed before a couple of guys who'd stumbled across him furry and quadrupedal started hassling him to hand over his backpack. Which, you know, it had been confusing at first? Because why the fuck would you mess with a hyena, for one, and for two, why would you tell an animal to hand over anything? Because they don't understand english? But then the dudes started getting furry, too, and, oh, that's when it clicked.
They knew he wasn't just a hyena.
This realization would have been really fucking cool if it wasn't followed up by there suddenly being five of them and one of him and they had a pack while he had no clan. To be honest, he was still pretty sure he could take them, but it would hurt and it seemed so fucking pointless. Why the hell were they even bothering him to begin with? All he wanted to do was ask about one billion questions but their priority of the night seemed to be robbing the new kid on the block.
What assholes. He could definitely take them. They were nothing like the clan he'd grown up in, they hadn't even stopped spewing out threatening noises to actually attack him yet.
Axel was just gearing himself up for his very first supernatural show-down (holy crap would it be a good story after it was all over and he'd healed up from whatever horrible wounds he'd probably get!!) when the click of heals and a woman's voice dragged his attention away from the werewolves and, more importantly, the werewolves attention away from him.
What. Who was she talking to? Him? Did he know her? No. Did she know him? No way. Axel let her collar him purely from shock, to be honest, even if he probably would have let her collar him any other time, too, because hot damn. His eyes widened in response to the look she gave him, probably making him look more like a lost cub than it should, but he chanced a glance at the werewolves when she addressed them next and, heh, their faces were priceless.
He didn't even think twice about following her. Axel only paused to snatch his backpack from the ground where he'd been standing over it, guarding his possessions from the would-be-were-muggers, and trotted after the mystery woman like a well-trained mutt, tail erect and ears forward. He never could resist a woman in charge, call it his nature. Considering the welcome he'd just gotten at this end of town, he'd probably follow her wherever she damn well led him, too.
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