Alpha Wolf {Winter & ForeverMischievous}

[Winter]

When Klara left her house and headed to her car that morning, early enough that the morning cold and dew fogged up her glasses, she sighed. Something, and she didn’t know what it was, told her that today wasn’t going to be a good day.

When she arrived at her workplace, Whispering Woods animal shelter—the only one in that small town in the mountains, she learned why she had had that feeling earlier. She was the only one there at the moment (the place was so small it had hardly any employees), but a clipboard had been left on her desk the night before. There was some very grim news on it.

“I’m sorry, big guy,” she said a few minutes later in the dog room, forcing a grim smile on her face as she bent slightly, looking at what had quickly become known as the biggest, meanest dog in the shelter. He had been found wandering around in the woods a few weeks ago, and after what she had heard was a very difficult capture operation, he had been brought back here. Ever since, the staff had been trying to work with him to get him to calm down, but it was impossible; everyone who got close to him got snapped at, or worse. Even as she took the file from the little basket hanging off of the cage, he snarled at her, jumping against the door of the enclosure in an attempt to get out.

Obviously, because of the animal’s temper, the staff had said that he was going to have to be put down. She had been the only one to advocate for him, saying that she was sure that his behavior problems could be fixed if they worked with him just a little longer, but it was becoming clear with time that that just wasn’t going to happen. And now a decision had been made. It wasn’t in his favor.

Sighing, Klara crossed out the arbitrary name that had been given to the dog by the rescuer that had brought him in, tucking it into the papers attached to the clipboard. He wasn’t going to be needing it any more, and it was best not to give anyone who visited during the day the impression that he was up for adoption.

Stepping away from his cage, she went to the storage room, getting out the big tub of food. She poured some into a freshly cleaned dish for each dog, and then she walked up and down the line of cages, doling out pets and scratches behind the ears when she opened the cage to put the food inside. She paused when she passed the enclosure of the big, doomed dog, and then, quick as a flash, she opened the cage and put a dish of food in when the dog had moved over to the corner for a brief moment. She managed to close and secure the door just as he charged it. Even closer this time than the last.

Over the next few hours, until the shelter opened for the public, she fed the other animals in the shelter, and did what cleaning needed to be done in the various rooms. By the time she was finished, it was just about 10 AM. After a rush to the bathroom to make sure that her long, blonde hair hadn’t gotten too mussed up when she had had to chase down the cat that had dashed from its cage, she brushed a little tuft of stray fur off of the sweater that concealed her sizeable bust, and then flipped the little sign on the front door of the animal shelter from ‘closed’ to ‘open’.

 

[ForeverMischievous]

A big Tyrant, he'd been called, on several occasions. And the Pitch black fur, and furious yellow eyes, made him wear that name well enough, if it wasn't for his aggressive behavior. He denied any help. Any feeding. And signs of aggression, only seemed to enrage and strengthen the beast. When he'd been captured, he'd already badly injured one man, before they had to get several people to help. And even with the nook around his neck, to keep his dangerous teeth at bay, he continued to writhe, pull and jerk at his restrains, and did every attempt, to get at his 'attackers' throats. They thought they where helping him. But oh, how they where wrong.
The dog, could have been mistaken for a wolf, but the ones who knew about dogs, categorized him as a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog, bred with a long furred dog breed. His fur was much longer and more chaotic then the slender, beautiful Wolfdog breed. And besides that, he was much larger, then the largest of Czechoslovakian Wolfdog's, formerly seen. But he was far from just this. He was an Alpha. A leader. He was meant to lead his pack, but could not in this shape. He'd already been angry from being humiliated. Now, it was only worse. Reduced to a mere 'possible' pet? He would have nothing of it. He would be defiant, till the end.

And already as the woman walked through the door, his snarls dominated the room. He was too big for the smaller cages, so he'd gotten one of the biggest. And even in this, the dogs on each side, always kept to the farthest ends of their cages, as far away from him, as they possibly could. Once again, he snarled and charged at the cage, when ever she passed by. But with her words, there was a momentary pause, the heavy dog breathing through grunts and snarls. What had she meant by that?
He continued to observe the woman, as she did something upon the paper, and the way the big dog's eyes narrowed, his head tilted, it seemed like he was working out things, far beyond the normal capacity, of a mere dog. And as she finished, tucking the file away in the clipboard, the dog's eyes widened slightly, and he jumped at the cage again, his claws pircing out from his paws, as he barked and howled at her. He was -not- going to be put down, like some mere dog! He was not going to be ended, this way! If they didn't sedate him, before attempting transport, he would rip one of their throats! So far, he'd never aimed for vital spots. He'd never intended to kill. But now, he sure as hell did!

As she brought his food, he'd retreated to the back corner of his cage. And as she quickly moved the food in, he only took a few steps, and gave a threatening snarl. He didn't jump at the cage. He knew, that she knew him. He wouldn't have been able to catch her, anyway. And he wasn't going to aim his fury at her, anyway. It belonged, to someone else. She'd been kind. Gentle with him.


As soon as she'd turned the sign around, a shadowy figure, appeared across the street. The man wore a hood, hiding his face, as he walked. But as he neared the door, he pushed the hood away, showing a strong man's face. He was tall, nearing a height, where he'd have to lower his head, to even walk through the door. And he gazed that the shelter, with a somewhat grim expression. The man then sighed, shook his head a few times, and took the last few steps for the door, pushing down the handle, to let the cold it, and enter the warmth.
"Hello?" He called, as a first greeting, a small smile, now grazing his lips.

 

[Winter]

Klara hadn’t even moved away from the door when she heard the familiar ring of the bell hung off of it, signaling someone had come inside. She turned, and noticed that a man had already come in. It wasn’t even 10:01.

“Oh, hello,” she said, smiling warmly. “Wow, were you waiting right outside the door or something?” She laughed a little at her joke, sure that that hadn’t been the case. Or at least she hoped that that hadn’t been what had happened, since she was the only person here right now…

She snapped out of the train of thought she had gotten off into, and looked at the man again. He was very, very tall, she noticed. She had never seen him before, she thought to herself, and she would have remembered if she had. There weren’t many people in this sleepy little town, so she recognized almost everyone who lived there now.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” she said, “New to town? Just passing through?” She smiled as she awaited his answer, and then afterwards, asked, “Is there anything I can help you with? Are you looking to adopt an animal today?”

 

[ForeverMischievous]

The man smiled back, at her small 'joke', even though he found it little amusing. He might have. If he wasn't scared off his fur. Which. Wasn't visible. This shape was hurting his back, and annoying his ears. Not being able to peck and stretch his ears, was nearly causing tears. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part, was the fear of Chaos' wrath. Chaos, was the name of the Wolfborn Alpha. The one, his hovel had forced into the shape, of a mere human. An atrocity, that couldn't be allowed. The humiliation, was too great. And he knew. If Chaos, should ever be free, it would spell doom for his hovel. His wife. His child. He wanted a peace. He wanted a peace between the pack, and the hovel. The forest combined. He knew, that the greed of humans, would sooner or later, reveal their kind. And if humanity wanted them gone. He knew, they could not win. At least not, apart.

"In fact, I was.. I am. Sorry. If I startled you, I had no intention to. I was.. Told, of this place, and when you'd open up your doors. And I really wanted to see this place." He answered, with a faint smile. He had not been told about it. But had stalked it, from the shadows. The place where his kind, felt at their best.

As she asked her question, he nodded a few times, starting to walk around the room, his eyes observing every corner of it, his head making, almost frantic movements, as the observant eyes gazed from spot to spot. And extreme curiosity, that seemed unlikely to a man of his age. Maybe a child of seven, in an amusement park. But not a man in his thirties, in an animal shelter.
"Ah yes.. Actually, I am merely passing by, looking for someon... Something. Well. To me, it's a someone." He chuckled lightly, gazing back towards her. And so, another unusual feature became clear. His light brown eyes, had as close a hint of orange, as humanly possible. A highly irregular iris color. But not enough, to seem inhuman. Just very, very rare.

"I am looking for.. My dog. Chaos, is his name. A rather.. Unruly dog. But he's been in my family, for a long time. An old dog. Very unusual. Quite.. Aggress..." He was interrupted, by a loud, almost roaring bark, from inside the kennels, and the man smiled lightly, with a single nod. "That.. That, would be Chaos." He said, with a few nods, his expression now showing clear signs of nerves. Being scared. He was so, beyond explanation. "I would.. Like to bring him.. Home. Yes." He said, nodding a few times, as he gazed back towards Klara.

 

[Winter]

Klara frowned. This man was certainly acting very suspicious indeed, and the more that she looked at him, the odder he seemed. There was something about his eyes, they seemed very strange in color. Not to mention, he was acting in a most unusual manner. He seemed scared, nervous, and she could detect that something was definitely not right with this situation, to the point where she was really not sure she wanted to offer what she was about to. But she did it anyway.

“Well, if it’s a dog you’ve lost, perhaps I can show you the dogs we have?” She bit her lip as she thought of something suddenly. The man had said that the dog was very unruly… He couldn’t mean…? No, no, that couldn’t be the case. That dog didn’t have a collar or a microchip or anything, and if someone was going to show up to claim him… No, it just couldn’t be.

Either way, steeling herself, she turned and beckoned him to walk with her, leading him through the doors into the dog room. It had been noisy before, able to be heard from the hall, but the second they stepped inside, all of the dogs started to go wild… Even moreso than they usually did when someone walked inside. Maybe it was because this man smelled unfamiliar?

“Well, these are all of our dogs,” she said, looking around. “There are only a few that we know used to be pets running around, and I don’t think any of them are called Chaos, but you’re welcome to take a look…”

 

[ForeverMischievous]

He both noticed, and easily felt, that she was realizing the wrong, in this situation. Maybe it was harder to trick a human, than he initially thought. However, in his world, they knew nothing of paper work. He didn't know, that he would have to show proof, that Chaos was his dog. Especially considering the rapid dog's behavior. It was not a dog, to easily set free. To him, he just thought they'd think him an animal. No greater thread. They did consider him a thread. Just no where near, the amount Chaos could truly be. And soon, he would be unleashed, once again. Weather this human girl liked it, or not. He just hoped, she'd be out of the way, before it happened. He wasn't entirely interested, in seeing her hurt.

He smiled and nodded a single time, at her suggestion, and followed her closely, as they entered the kennel's. The reaction of the dog's, caused the man's back to stretch out, and his eyes started turning from dog to dog. They where no threat to him. But they saw him, as one to them. They where scared. And rightfully so. He'd have considered them food, was he hunting. But he wasn't. At least not for food.

It took little time, before he caught onto the scent he needed. And he scurried along kennel's, clearly with a goal in mind. But as he'd almost reached 'Tyrant's' kennel, he stopped, gulping lightly, as he gazed over his shoulder.
"He hasn't really been registered." He added, before gazing back to the cage, taking a deep breath. He slowly moved towards it, but as soon as he was in eyes reach of Chaos, the already furious dog's eyes, flared up with an anger, it had never displayed before. It leapt at the cage, slamming it's big head against it, with a violent roar, continuing to growl and snap manicly towards the man, as it hammered it's paws against the metal, in his way. The man made some distance between himself, and the cage, making himself as small as he could, holding out his hands in defense, towards the cage.

"No.. No.. Chaos. It wasn't my idea, it was my fathers. They grew desperate.. Please. I want to get you back." He shuddered, and whispered towards the dog, before gazing back towards the woman. "This is the one. This is Chaos. Release him." The mans voice, grew desperately demanding. Tyrant went still, standing his ground in the cage, still growling lowly, his gaze turning towards Klara, with no less anger then before.

 

[Winter]

Klara could not keep from jumping back, startled herself, at the horrible reaction the dog gave to seeing the man outside of his cage. Even when he had been freshly caught, he had never lunged at the bars like that. She even thought she saw it jiggling on its frame a bit. Once he had been gotten rid of (as unfortunate as it was), she would need to call someone to come and reinforce it.

Things were soon made even worse by the fact that the man… Well, he was clearly crazy. Klara attributed a bit of humanity to animals, of course, and she may have talked a little bit to them on occasion, but this guy was acting as if he was really trying to convince the dog. As if the dog was another person who could really understand what he was saying. As if it could be reasoned with.

And this was something she did not need right now. Oh no, oh no no no. She wasn’t paid enough for stuff like this. Even if she did like her job quite a bit, there were just some things that went beyond her pay grade. And this was definitely one of them. This guy was crazy, and he wanted her to let out a dangerous animal that clearly wanted to maul him, and…

No. Just no.

“S-Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave now,” she said, her voice quavering a little bit, but she held her ground. “Whether or not this dog was yours, he clearly has a bad reaction to you—not that I’m… Accusing you of everything—, and we cannot be liable if he attacks you or anyone else. He’s simply too dangerous to be released into your care, for both his and your safety.”

 

[ForeverMischievous]

The man waited for an answer, but impatiently so. And as it was given, his eyes narrowed, and his lips shivered lightly. "Your making a grave mistake, little human.. But the bars won't hold him. Not when he's free. And when you won't let me set him free, you'll get to watch it happen.. And plea.. That his wrath doesn't get converted, onto you!" The man started with normal speech, as he spoke his sentence, but as the sentence neared it's end, a growl lay behind his words, that clearly was not human. And his eyes started turning a more light orange, now also seemingly very unreal. But until, with a wave of his hand, a chain seemed to lash out towards her wrists, from inside the darkness of his sleeve, he could've still been mistaken, 'normal'. But the 'magics' that the Fox-Hounds had managed, went far beyond human imaginations. The chains attempted to lash onto both her wrists, and then a third string of the chain, onto the nearby cages, attempting to lock her in place. Should she avoid, he paid little attention to it, but instead turned it back to Tyrant.

He started ushering words, not of a human tongue, but words that seemed more of growling, snarling and occasional barking. He waved his arms, before hitting his hands towards Tyrant, and a whimper was expressed from the large dog. She would not be able to look inside the cage, from where she stood, but would hear snapping sounds, as if bones where broken, or re positioning. But soon she would see a paw, slammed against the cage's metals, but this time with a force, that made a dent in the sturdy wall. The paw started changing shape, the former paw, slowly turning into what seemed a hand, and later, clearly was. Fingers now reached through the bars, and soon a fierce howl went through the kennel's, all the other animals either going amok with fear, or cowering silently in the corners of their cages.

"The humiliation! Is! Over!" A roaring voice, from a neck that growled more, then it 'spoke', and seconds later, a sound of metal being destroyed by a force, far greater than it, signalized the creatures freedom. The man, now cowered backwards, as he too started changing shape, his face changing into that of a fox', whilst the rest of his body remained human, but grew fur and his legs and arms, grew more agile.
"P.. Please.. Chaos. K.. Know. That.. That farther was only desperate. He.. He feared the humans would overtake us.. He.. He thought that if..." The man was interrupted, as a great, dark shadow, dashed out of the former cage of 'Tyrant', and a large shape now pushed against the creature, a hand wrapped tightly around his neck.

"It is.. Tyrant.. Now... Quite liked that.. Nickname, the little humans gave me.." The wolf snarled, before pulling the fox off the cages he was pushed against, and slammed his back down onto the ground, forcing a whimper from him, as he landed. "Stay there! I'll deal with you later..." Tyrant snarled, placing a foot onto the Fox' chest, before turning his attention towards Klara, chained or not. "Accessory... To this.. Horrid humiliation.. You where." He snarled, snapping towards Klara, before raising to both his feet again, gazing down upon her, now being a few heads taller then her, standing proud and strong. "What... Shall I do.. To you.. In return?"

 

[Winter]

This was unreal.

Klara let out a startled cry when the man suddenly… Sent chains flying at her, and she was too shocked to move. They tangled around her wrists, and then around one of the cage bars, and then, as scary as that was (what was this freak going to do?!), things only got scarier.

She watched in wide-eyed terror as the man then did something to the dog, something which she could not rationally explain. First he slammed against the cage, and then… She didn’t know. It sounded like he was being torn apart, but against the bars of the cage she could see his one black paw changing, morphing into something resembling a hand.

What on earth?

Things only grew worse from there. The door was torn off of its hinges by some sort of unimaginable force, clattering onto the floor heavily. And then, out of the cell stepped not a dog, but a… Well, she wasn’t sure what it was. It looked like some sort of great black wolf in human form, like a werewolf legend of old. She thought to herself that she must be asleep, must be dreaming, because these things just didn’t exist, but the sensation of the chains tight around her wrists reinforced the fact that she was awake. Even if what was happening didn’t make sense.

She thought for sure that the creature—Tyrant, it called itself—was going to kill the man, who started to turn into a… Fox-man. But instead, he just threw him to the ground, and then…

And then he turned on her.

“W-what?” she squeaked out after he had growled out those words, cowering as she looked up at him with terror. “No, I—I would never—I didn’t know what you were, I had no idea…” Granted, she still didn’t know what was happening, and nor did she want to. She would just be glad if she got out of this alive now. “Please, don’t hurt me…”

 

[ForeverMischievous]

The startled woman before him, didn't seem to alter the anger in his eyes. They remained narrowed, in a deep, furious glare, as he walked close enough, for his snout to almost touch her face. He grunted a single time, as she begged for him, not to hurt her. He sniffed, before tilting his head.
"Not hurting you.. Is probably out of the question. However.. You've spared your own life, by showing me the kindness you have.." He snarled, with a snap at her, before he stood up straight, once again, stretching his limbs, as he growled lowly. Naked as he was, an impressively large member, hang between his legs, but he didn't seem to care.

"You.. Humans.. Have little wit, compared to what you proclaim yourselves for... None of you could see, what my aggression meant. None of you understood! Instead I remained caged.. Like a mere.. Animal!" He roared, tightening his fist at her, before he crouched down a bit, leveling their eyes, as his hands rested upon the floor. "But you understood... That something more.. Was behind. That.. Is admirable. The others wanted me.. 'Put down'... Your kinds words for 'murdered'..." He grunted a single time, before slashing out at her chains, releasing her from the bar's, but not from the chains, now just holding her wrists together. "But nevertheless.. You where accessory, to my humiliation.. Punishment.. Is due.." He snarled, before trying to wrap an arm around her, and throw her over his shoulder, and then gazing back to the fox.

"Brightfoot... You lead the way.. Out of this wretched town. Your kind, knows how to sneak in the shadows, you filth! But you stay in front of me.. Until we reach Wolf's Nest..." He snarled, walking over to Brightfoot, and reached down, to land a harmful bite, upon the Fox' hip, causing the creature to whimper loudly, as it tried to pull away. "And now.. Sprinting.. Off..."

 

[Winter]

Well, Klara thought, at least he wasn’t going to kill her. It was not… Much of a consolation, to be sure, but it was something. If she was alive, at least she would have some sort of chance to escape whatever plan he had for her. And whatever it was, she hoped that it didn’t have to do with that… With that massive thing between his legs.

She let out a terrified cry as he swung at her, and felt her stomach drop in horror as he cut the bars her chains were tangled around like butter. If he could do that to metal, she could scarcely imagine what he could do to her soft, squishy body. And that was why she did not struggle when he lifted her up, as if she was some sort of ragdoll or toy, and threw her limply over his shoulder.

As he got the fox-creature back up, she said nothing, and she was quiet as they headed from the building. Only when they began to quickly leave did she manage to speak, and when she did, it was nothing more than a whimper of, “Where are we going?”

 

[ForeverMischievous]

He seemed to throw no worry her way. As if she meant nothing to him. The truth wasn't entirely this. He liked her. She was beautiful, and kind. Something, he hadn't seen before. In the pack, females where often rough. Hard. Strong women. But she was different. She might be strong, but if so, it was mentally. She was fragile, compared to the women of the Wolfborn. A true prize. And she would be so. In his world, you gave, as you got. She would be humiliated. And roughly so. But what exactly he wanted with her... He wasn't entirely sure about, yet. But she was his, now. That one thing, was certain. She couldn't leave, once they arrived where they where going. She would never be allowed to. They couldn't run the risk, of their kind being exposed.

And as they went on their way, following the shadows, he kept a constant, tight grip of her. It certainly wouldn't be comfortable, but neither would it hurt. And as she asked her question, she got a grunt from Tyrant, who gazed back over his shoulder.
"To my home.. Where I, belong.. A place, you'll learn to call home, as well. Your fate, took a cruel turn, today.." He sneered lowly, as they neared the forest. And as soon as they where out of sight, he waved his hand at the Fox in front of him, and they both set up their pace, now sprinting through the forest, at a pace that would almost seem like driving a car, from where she hang. And the way the two leaped and slid through the forest, was graceful, and done with perfection. Never did a branch hit her. Never did they bump too hard against the ground, so it'd cause her pain. Controlled, swift steps. They where slowed down, by Brightfoot's light limp, and the fact that Tyrant couldn't go on all fours, carrying her. But nevertheless, it was a swift trip.

And after, about half an hour of sprinting, they arrived in a clearing, that ended in a thicker part of the forest, and their pace was lessened. Grunting again, Tyrant gazed over his shoulder. After this long trip, her head was certain to be heavy, and her body strained from they long time upon a shoulder. So he didn't expect her to walk.
"Keep your head close to my back." He demanded, before he roughly pushed Brightfoot's back, and they started heading for the thick forest. Branches scratched against them, as they walked through, giving her clothing several cuts on the way. But after a short walk, they entered another clearing, this one, much larger. Inside it was several smaller trees, and a gathering of many huts and shelters, clearly crafted by hand, and mainly made out of wood. Certainly tribal homes.

After taking a few steps inside the clearing, Tyrant pushed her down from his shoulder, being gentle as he placed her upon the soft grass, but without gazing down to her. Around them, others of his kind, slowly started to approach. Tyrant then stood down upon his hands, standing on all fours above her, as if defending his prey, he stretched his back, and lunged a loud and piercing howl, through the clearing. And as he did, the Wolves all started approaching at greater pace, now without defensive aggression in their faces. Several other howls was sent in return, and Tyrant sighed, with, with a soft smile. Soon, slight barking went through the air, as four smaller Wolves sprinted past the others approaching, heading towards Tyrant with wide smiles on their faces, a few of them with their long tongue's hanging from their jaws. One was pitch black, as Tyrant. The others where mixtures of a dark brown, and black. These children, where not as the other Wherewolves. These, was exactly like Wolves, in shape. Like Tyrant had been before, but smaller. They where about the same size, as small dogs.

Tyrant chuckled lightly, a tear starting to shape in his right eye, as he took a few steps, to walk clear of Klara, as the children leaped upon his body, and he laughed gleefully.
"Patch.. Tooth.. Ember.. Bark.." He recited names, as each of them crawled around on his body, each reaching up and getting to lick his face, cuddling against his body, as he cuddled, and hugged back. But one of them, the pitch black one, had crawled upon his shoulder, and now gazed down upon Klara, with a tilted head. It didn't take long, before it crawled over his shoulder, and down his back, to approach Klara. These children, acted much more like dogs, then Tyrant ever had, the curious puppy slowly approaching, on all fours, tilting it's head as it's bright yellow eyes scanned Klara. And if it was allowed close, it raised a paw out towards her, lowering it's head, as if it wanted to play. In that second, Tyrant turned his gaze back, and he turned around, smacking a claw against the pups side. It didn't cut, nor was it hard enough to do damage, but it pushed it a bit away from her.
"Ah, ah.. Tooth.. She's not to be touched, yet.." He started, gazing back towards her, with slightly searching eyes. "You might be of stronger breed, little flame.. But she is still stronger then you.. And" He lowly said, narrowing his eyes a bit, as he observed her. "And I'm not sure.. How she'll be taking all this, yet.." He said, clearly questioning. As if he feared for his pup's safety. Tooth now just sat down, wagging his tail, as the yellow eyes observed her. He clearly wasn't scared, or nervous about her. All the other pups, still cuddling against their father, now walked around, gazing at her as well, two of them resting against his lap, in his crouched position.