User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Werewolf Kunnaki

Prompt: You are a fearsome hunter, making your living by shooting and skinning rare and precious animals. It's not an easy life, but you enjoy because it gives you a freedom that you never had before. One day, a local village hires you to hunt a dangerous beast that has been terrorizing them. Accepting, you prepare yourself and head out to the woods next to the village to meet your prey.

At first, nothing happens, though you remain alert and aware. Suddenly, you are ambushed by the creature, who leaves a deep scratch on your chest. Taking a look, you see that it is a werewolf, feral and dangerous. Refusing to be intimidated, you deliver a well-placed punch, surprising and subduing the creature. You ready your weapon and prepare to finish her off.

However, as you look at her, you see her staring back at you. Your strength and determination has left timid and exposed the wild creature. It would seem she is not the monster you and the village had previously thought. You can see the desire for you in her eyes, and for some reason, it appears to be welling up deep inside you, as well.



Answer: I have my bow at the ready, arrow knocked, string taught. And yet, I can't quite bring myself to let loose. The eyes looking back at me. Those aren't the eyes of a thoughtless beast. There's a knowledge behind them, a thinking, hurting creature.

With a sigh I let my bowstring loosen, pulling the arrow and placing it back into my quiver. I ask if she can speak, and get a nod in reply. With another sigh I ask if she will speak to me.

"Yes." She mutters, her voice oddly raw sounding. I ask what she's doing, terrorising the village.

"Lost my pack..." She says quietly, looking down. "Killed by soldiers, trying to protect me. Was looking for strong person. Make new pack." She looks at me again, that desire in her eyes growing deeper. I ask what she's going to do if she gets a new pack.

"Run. Run, play, live. Not want others to die too. You strong. You be mate?" She asks, eyes pleading. I agree to be her mate, on the condition that she comes with me to the village. They won't hurt her, like those soldiers. She nods, slowly getting up. I help her, then pick her up in my arms, carrying her back to the village.

<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The villagers all stare in wonder and fear as I enter, carrying the monster in my arms like she was my bride. I explain what happened out in the woods, why the girl was stalking the town, and offer to take her with me when I leave. The villagers all agree, so long as she's gone, they don't care how she's removed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The two of us leave, and make a life all our own. It took me some time, but I eventually got her to stop growling and biting strangers, particularly women. Now our pack is almost five strong, we're expecting our fifth little pack member soon, and things are good. My hunting has shifted from rare furs and pelts to common game to feed our growing family.