- Joined
- Aug 21, 2011
Michael was out on a hunt. The powerful werewolf had responded to the full moon and his eyes glowed bright yellow. His senses were hightened and he stood on the ridgeline and howled his coal black coat gleaming in the moon light. A shot rang out in the distance. At 22 he was at the peak of his prowess, and a handsome physical specimen.
He must either kill or bread tonight. His hormones propelled him, and his olfactory senses guided him to the sents of either game or females. He charged down off the ridge and into the depth of the forest. He followed the scent of a deer for a while until he was redirected by a more primal more powerful scent that of female blood. That meant a female in estress ready to breed. His body switched gears instantly to track down the target. Running as fast as he could, he was on her in no time. To his surprise he found his female, not in estress, but shot. her pure white coat stained by an ugly wound on her shoulder. Taking her gently by the scruff of her neck in his powerfull jaws, He carried the much small animal back to his cabin where he curled up around her, keeping her warm and licked at her wound helping it to heal. The small amount of blood he received from her would satisfy his hormonal needs, but unknown to him it also bound him to her as though they had mated. His body now dependent on her for its very vitality, and she dependent solely on him for protection and the gift of pups.
He must either kill or bread tonight. His hormones propelled him, and his olfactory senses guided him to the sents of either game or females. He charged down off the ridge and into the depth of the forest. He followed the scent of a deer for a while until he was redirected by a more primal more powerful scent that of female blood. That meant a female in estress ready to breed. His body switched gears instantly to track down the target. Running as fast as he could, he was on her in no time. To his surprise he found his female, not in estress, but shot. her pure white coat stained by an ugly wound on her shoulder. Taking her gently by the scruff of her neck in his powerfull jaws, He carried the much small animal back to his cabin where he curled up around her, keeping her warm and licked at her wound helping it to heal. The small amount of blood he received from her would satisfy his hormonal needs, but unknown to him it also bound him to her as though they had mated. His body now dependent on her for its very vitality, and she dependent solely on him for protection and the gift of pups.