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Roadkill Meeting (BlackWingAngel | celestine)

celestine

celestine

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Mayumi carefully pet the newest addition to the clinic for the night in an attempt to soothe it. "It's alright," she cooed at it softly. She love animals. It was part of the reason that she wanted to become a veterinarian when she became qualified. She'd wanted it since she was a small child and she'd continued working for it ever since. Now, she was a college intern at a clinic closer to her school than her home, but close all the same. It was yet another step closer to her dream!

"Mayumi, we're closing up in ten!" Scott called to her.

"Thanks, Scott - I'll grab my stuff and head on out!" she responded cheerfully. Scott was the manager and pretty much equated to being her boss. He was a nice guy and was pretty understanding about her schedule and life. True to her word, she gave the small dog one last pat before she straightened up, moving behind the counter to grab her purse and coat from beneath it. The coat, she put on. The purse, she dragged keys out of. "I'll see you next week!"

She headed out to the front and settled into her pickup truck. Some said it was too big for her, but she thought it was perfect. It was good for groceries, hauling, and all the rough and tumble tasks that she needed... And when it rained... Well, the cover she'd ordered should be coming soon enough.

She drove along carefully - she always did on this road, because it was curvy and dark, well away from the lights that cars of higher levels of traffic would have given her. Despite her care, though, she was too slow to slam on the brakes when something darted across the road and she felt a rather heavy thump as she hit whatever it was. Heart pounding, she immediately set the truck in part and ripped herself out of the seatbelt and onto the pavement to see what she'd hit.
 
Mere minutes before, two animals were racing through the dark night, one in vengeful pursuit of the other. The pursued was, in all sense of the phrase, out of it's natural habitat; it was a Benghal Tiger, yet colored in the blacks and greys of darkness. The pursuer was more suitable for the current climate; a wolf, gleaming brown in the moonlight. The two exchanged roar and howls, an exchange of anger and threats of violence that blazed through the fields.

At least that was human ears heard. In the tongue that the two spoke, it was as clear as daylight and as understandable as a simple question.

"ARCANUS! COME BACK HERE!" growled the wolf, his teeth exposed in a deadly snarl. The tiger continued to run, his laughter a deadly torture to his pursuer's ears. "You always were weak, Desril! Pathetic! Not even worth being a Evoris! Hahahahaha!!!" Desril barked in retaliation, increasing his speed with all of his strength in an attempt to catch the faster and stronger Arcanus. Suddenly, the surface had changed beneath Desril's paws. What is this? he wondered, glancing downward. However, it was this that was his biggest mistake, as a bright light rose from the crest of the hill. Desril turned his head in time to see the strange object begin to screech loudly before it collided with his wolven form, sending him sprawling with a yelp.

The impact was too forceful for the Evoris to handle. He could feel his broken ribs begining to ache violently, a small gash over his left eye leaking blood onto the rock-like path. As Desril's vision begin to blur, he saw Arcanus laugh quietly to himself before slinking off into the darkness. I... I failed...

That was his last thought before he fell unconscious.
 
"Holy shit!" Unfortunately, those uncouth words were the first that slipped from Mayumi's supple lips when she saw just what it was that she'd hit. It was undoubtedly a wolf. She knew it for a fact because of the distinctive features it had in the muzzle and paws... And, of course, you couldn't discount the beast's size. Taking a deep breath, Mayumi gave an overview examination of the animal. There was blood slipping from its face - a gash over his left eye... And from the way the creature's breathing was going, there was undoubtedly some damage to his ribs. That was to be expected from a greeting with a truck.

She tested the wounds a bit, touching the ribs gently to assess the damage. There didn't appear to be any internal punctures or anything of the sort... Which meant that she just had to splint and wrap the wounds and attend to the injury over his eye. Next she took a moment to check for gender... It would hardly do to continue calling the wolf a he if it was really a she, after all. Finding that the wolf was, indeed, male, she sagely nodded to herself before taking off her coat. There was no room in the cab - she'd have to load him onto the bed of her truck.

It was, Mayumi thought to herself on the way back, a good thing that there had been a piece of wood in the bed. After managing to get the coat under the wolf, she'd somehow managed to get it to her truck, but then had been faced with lifting it into the bed. She'd caught sight of the board and leaned it against the truck, using it as a sort of ramp to drag the wolf into the bed. Her coat, though, would never be the same, she thought mournfully.

When she finally got home, she decided to take a slightly easier route. There were small little squares on wheels that she had from when she'd moved into her small house and she brought a couple of them out. She loaded the wolf onto them in pieces and then rolled him into her house. She considered putting him in front of the hearth of her living room, but decided against it. She couldn't turn the fireplace on overnight - what if something caught fire? And it was cold there. She took him to her spare bedroom instead. Sheer force of will got him onto the covers and there he'd have to stay. It took her a bit, but she was able to locate the necessary materials to tend his wounds. She got his ribs bound and cleaned the gash over his eye.

She grabbed a tray from her kitchen and loaded it with some of the prime steaks she'd had in her freezer, figuring she owed it to the wolf after hitting him. She also filled a large bowl with water. She put both in the room before closing the door and heading back to her own room to sleep. She'd see how he fared in the morning. If he was worse, she'd ask Scott to let her into the clinic to get some x-rays done, but if he was alright, she'd wait until Monday...

If only it was as easy to sleep as it was to breathe...
 
Unnngh... my head...

Slowly, Desril's eyes opened to the sound of birds tweeting. He had no recollection of how much time had passed since the chase, since that blasted object, whatever it was, had hit him. The only thing he could gather was the fact that it was morning, he wasn't dead and he wasn't in the village. Matter of fact, he was in something similar to a bed. Except... more comfortable.

Lifting his head, which ached badly, he began to look around the space. It was similar to his hut, but made of materials stronger than mud and sticks. Upon the floor was what looked like meat on a plate and water in a bowl. Feeling his hunger, Desril slowly clambered from the bed, ignoring the pain in his ribs, and began to eat. The flavour was a little less compared to fresh meat, but he couldn't complain.

After devouring the whole thing, Desril pushed his snout at the bowl and plate gently before giving up on the thought of eating them and climbing back into bed, pacing a little circle before lying down again. I wonder who brought me here... he thought.
 
It was around eight in the morning when Mayumi finally got out of bed. Her first order of action was to check on the wolf she'd brought back with her.

She opened the door slowly, not wanting it to creak and startle her unintended guest. Seeing that said guest was still on the bed, she deemed it safe to enter. It took her only but a moment to take stock of what had been eaten or drank. That he'd done so at all was a relief - it meant that the wolf was that much less likely to enter into shock. It was certainly nice to have at least one less worry on her mind. "You poor thing," she murmured quietly as she replaced the water and put a few more steaks down.

Mayumi left the room once more to grab her medical kit and returned to it, shutting the door behind her to survey the animal on the bedspread. From his movements, it would appear that his ribs weren't broken. Bruised and potentially fractured, but that he was able to move was a good sign... And that gash she had no doubt would heal over like a battle scar story waiting to happen.
 
Hearing the sound of someone entering, Desril observed quietly as the woman came in, refilled his food and water then disappeared again for a brief moment. So... she's the one that saved me... Watching her movements, however, he could see the guilt hanging lightly from her shoulders, indicating that she was also the one who hit him with the object.

Upon her return, she began to inspect his wolf form, which didn't surprise Desril at all; based upon the bandages that were wrapped around his ribs and head, she was skilled at healing. However, what did surprise Desril was what was about to happen. Damn it, so soon? She will not believe it! he panicked, struggling to retreat from her touch. Too late.

He released a loud howl as his body began to heal at it's rapid rate, his bones melding back together and all of his scars healing over. This brought change, however. Unable to keep the form, Desril slowly shrunk down, his fur dissolving beneath his skin and his features becoming more and more human every second.

Eventually, the wolf was replaced by the man. Lying there naked, the bandages around his ribs (now too big for his muscular body), and head (which was adorned by hair the same shade of brown as his fur and accompanied his hazel eyes) draping over him, he looked at the woman then gave an apologetic shrug.

"Well... I would have said don't panic.... but all you would have got was 'bark, bark'."
 
Mayumi immediately jumped from the bed when the wolf began to squirm, pressing her back against the wall of the room, not entirely sure of what was going on - was he trying to lash out at her or having a seizure? After only just a moment, though, she realized that his body was shifting. Watching, she felt almost sick as she watched the fur melting into flesh... Didn't that hurt?

The injuries, though, were gone. That, at least was something. Something good, even if it was a bit weird. Mayumi was full of questions, and she wanted answers... Although she wasn't entirely sure she was entitled to them considering that she was the one that had gotten him where he was in the first place. "Does that... hurt?" she asked instead of responding to his comment. then again, she supposed that she could've been using the query as a response, but he could take it however he wanted to. Still, the moment she realized he was entirely human, she couldn't keep her eyes from taking that speculative look.

That's right, the Look with a capital L. It wasn't often veterinarian majors ran into naked men. She immediately looked up, though, a bright blush spreading on her cheeks and down to her breasts. He was Large, also with a capital L.

"I've got some clothes that might fit you," she said, her face still red. "But I don't have any men's underwear."
 
"When I first transformed, yes, but not anymore."

Sitting up, Desril brushed a hand through his hair, looking at the woman and seeing the red tint in her cheeks. Realising what she was looking at, Desril smiled then climbed off the bed before responding to her question. "Clothes? Are they things you wear now? I'm sorry, ma'am, but... I don't think I'd look appropriate wearing something like that." He nodded to the garment she wore to cover up her hips, as if it was a sacred relic.

Crouching before the bowl of new meat, Desril took one of the slices and tore a piece off before chewing it, enjoying the taste. "So... where am I? I remember chasing my enemy through the field, then... something BIG hit me!" He rose up and wandered over to the window. Trying to look out, his forehead hit something solid, making him stumble slightly. "Aaaah.... what the devil is that? Magic?" he questioned the woman, stroking the strangely invisible object.
 
"No, no - I've got things that'll probably fit you better than what I'm wearing," she said, blushing brightly. "Actually, they should be in here, since this is the spare room..." She moved towards the dresser and, utilizing its many drawers, took a few minutes to seek out the one in question. She glanced at his overall form to get an idea of his build and pulled out a black muscle shirt, sweat pants, and blue jeans. "Here you go," she offered her findings to him.

It occurred to her that it was potentially inappropriate for her to be in her underwear before this stranger person, but considering she'd just seen him naked, she didn't think it was too much of a big deal.

"You're at my home in Monterey, California," she explained. "I hit you with my truck. I wasn't expecting anything to pop out of the bushes like that..." As she observed him, she found herself amused by his reaction to the window's glass. "It's not magic," she said with a small smile. "It's melted sand. Here, after you get changed, just head towards the sounds, okay?"

She left him to it and headed to the kitchen, beginning her assault on it with orange juice, bacon, eggs, and toast.
 
"Melted... sand... heh."

Desril lightly rapped his knuckle on the window shield and smiled. This would come in handy at home! Turning towards the garments on the bed, he inspected each one, amazed by the way the fabric was woven together. After what seemed like twenty minutes, the Evoris finally managed to get dressed in the shirt and the jeans, but grumbled when he could see the shape of his manhood bulging in the blue fabric. "No honor at all..." he murmured to himself.

Walking out of the room, Desril suddenly smelt something... delicious. Following the smell, he found the woman doing what seemed like cooking. "That smells fantastic!" he purred, walking into the space. Remembering what she had done for him, Desril stepped back and gestured to himself. "H-how do I look?"
 
She turned with a plate of bacon to look him up and down really quick - he was certainly clothed, which was better than his prior state. "You look great," she said, moving to set the plate of bacon on the table next to the eggs and orange juice. Turning to look at him more fully, she was again distracted, this time by the popping sound of the toaster, which was quickly followed by another. She immediately went to grab the toast, placing the four pieces of toast on a plate, wincig slightly at the temperature. She grabbed butter on the way to the table.

Setting everything down, she took the time she had to look at him. The shirt fit him very well - it certainly defined his chest and musculature. As she checked the jeans, she blushed slightly. How big was he that he showed through jeans while flaccid?

"Sorry, but I don't happen to have any men's underwear on me," she said apologetically. "Anyways, sit! Feel free to dig in." Two places had been set with forks, butter knives, spoons, cups, and empty plates.
 
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