User blog:Nuka Kazan/A Fake Wolf: Remnant of Our Past (Part 1)

Monsterization...
This was always a term I would hear uttered in regards to the Human women in towns who feared monsters: Monsterization.

While Human men are always at the risk of being abducted by a Monster, the women run the risk of becoming Monsters. My clan, when there were still many of us, told stories to us about how many of our kind had been taken away by the beasts. This is why despite wanted to prove ourselves against them, we tended to run from them, hide from them, outsmart them. Despite our pride as hunters and warriors, the risks were not worth it.

And still... ...we were picked off, slowly but surely... ...now, there is only me.

Last night, I saw firsthand what became of one of us...

Twelve Hours Prior...
It has been a week since I last entered a city. No sign of anybody following me. No sign of Nolte and his men, no sign of Emelyn... ...thank goodness.

I decided to make my visit brief, just in case; many walls in this city still had my wanted poster upon them. Gathering enough food and supplies from the vendors in the town's market, I start to make my way out immediately. I was aiming for the mountain I noticed on my run after my little incident on that Holstaur ranch last week. The top of this mountain will be the perfect spot to see where I can safely head to next. I may even find a safe route to another continent...

According to the map I purchased at the market, I'll have to deal with quite the heavy forest to reach the mountain. I've always been rather comfortable in forests, but the Monster activity seemed to be increasing lately. At least, for me, it was.

... ... ...

While the sun was still out, spent some time around the river, fishing. Following the river after collecting a decent amount of fish, I slowly made my way through the lightest part of the forest. It looked like many people once used this area alongside the river as a path, considering the lack of trees. I took the time to collect a few dry branches and leaves while I was walking; I'd need some fuel to make a fire once night fell.

"... ...Hm?"

What was that just now? That... ...smell?

Huh. That was strange. For a second there, I swore I smelled something rather... ...familiar...

"... ... ...?"

I started to rapidly sniff the air around me. I swear, I should know what this smell is. The fact that the answer eluded me was frustrating me greatly. Why does this smell seem so familiar???

Hmm... ... it smells just like... ...it does... ...it's just like... ...

"Fufu~"

"What?!"

My head snaps back to see what made that sound. There was nobody there. It was just me. But that sound, I knew it was no hallucination. It sounded like a voice giggling. And it had, I must admit, a good reason to; as I look at my collection of fish, I noticed that a great deal of them were missing.

... ...

I didn't hear anything odd afterwards, most likely due to my looking around every few moments. Whoever stole my fish was wise enough to not try it a second time. In due time, night fell. Right before the sun went all the way down, I found a clearing through the deeper part of the woods and set up camp. After making a fire, I proceeded to roast the fish I had left. I couldn't enjoy the taste, I was too frustrated. Who the hell had the gall to steal from me? And why did they smell like that...? In fact, I don't remember the last time anybody successfully stole from me...

Last person to pull that off was a fellow B... ... ...

"... ...That's it. That was a Black Fang..."

"Dammit, no! You Monsters!"

"?!"

My realization was interrupted by the cries of a male in the distance, followed by the laughter of many women. Although I say "in the distance", I knew it wasn't distant enough for it to be safe. My best bet was to conceal my presence and get a better look at what the threat was. After finishing the last few bites of my fish, I put out the fire and hid my camping spot. With darkness restored, save for the bright moonlight peeking through the cloudy sky, I slowly started my way towards the sounds...

Peering from behind a rather large boulder, I found the cause of the scream and laughter: A "Hero" had been detained and pinned down by a pack of Werewolves. I saw about seven of them, one sitting on each limb of their prey, one straddling him, one standing watch with her back facing me, and one watching the mating take place. The moon finally shone fully through the clouds, and highlighted the violation.

The Werewolf on top of the male--clearly the Alpha of this pack--clutched her catch by the throat and forced him to watch as she proceeded to rock her hips violently. The wolves pinning his limbs started to excitedly squirm and rock back and forth as the watched the man try his damndest to resist. But the feeling of five wolves grinding against him was far too much for him to resist. It didn't take long for him to succumb to the violation, much to the Alpha's delight.

"Giving in, aren't you? Then, I can stop holding back~"

With that, the Alpha began to move her hips even more wildly and viciously, as the "Hero" cried out pathetically and the other wolves laughed at his rattled expression. I didn't want to just leave this man here to his fate, but I wasn't quite sure what to do about it, let alone how to get myself out of this. If I had just run without checking, they would've heard and at least two would have sought after me. But now that I'm here, perhaps I could at least distract them long enough to get this man out of here... ...

But before I could finish planning this out in my head, the Alpha, having stopped in the middle of her raping of her prey, looks to her right. I follow her gaze to the wolf who was watching this without participating.

"Shiki... ...is he here?"

'Shi-Ki?! '''Did... ...did she say Shi-Ki?!''

I stare closely at the wolf the Alpha was talking to... ...it finally made sense...

The hair was colored just like hers. The eyes were shaped the same, despite the color having changed. And to top it all off, when she brushed her hair back, her revealed shoulder showed the same kinds of tattoos that were on mine... ...the mark of Black Fang.

And then she spoke.

"Oh, yes... ...my comrade's here."

With a smile slowly creeping upon her lips, she focuses her gaze to her left, right at a boulder; the boulder I was hiding behind. With that, the other five underlings, including the one whose back was still facing me, turned to face me.

"Fufu~"

-To Be Continued