Random wolf tf story
The next instance when he opens his eyes, the world is still blurry, unclear but dark. He feels the pain all over his body; the throbbing head, the open gash, the broken limbs... he is too weak to move. All he can do is just to lie there and wait for the grim reaper to collect his soul. On the next blink, his vision actually turns clearer. Focusing hard, he realised that he is in fact still in the place of action. No one bothered to clear up the mess or attempt to destroy evidence which is him. The cool breeze brushes pass him as he watch the world quietly till his timely death.
Out of nowhere, a small, orb-like faint glowing mist hovers a few feet in front of him. At this point of time, he wonders if that's how grim reaper appears in front of dying people. The mist swirls and spins, before forming a figure of a large... dog?
Is that how grim reapers are supposed to look like?
The muzzle of the dog moves probably for a howl but instead what come out are... words.
"Young one," the spirit says.
Scott watch in shock as the dog speaks human language. Perhaps his head is smashed beyond repair that he is hallucinating even before his death? Usually he would have screamed and ran, thinking that he had seen a ghost, but given his condition right now it's obviously plain impossible.
The lips on the said dog pull back to the side of its muzzle giving what seems like a wolfish grin. "Do I scare you?" the spirit asks, "Although you are in the face of death?"
As much as Scott wants to answer it, he can barely breathe, much less talk. He just looks at the dog; actually, the dog is right. What's there to be afraid of? After all, he is a dying man. Even if the dog decides to eat him right now right there, what is there to fear when he will still... die?
As though reading his thoughts, the spirit speaks again, "That's right. I can see it from your eyes. That look of defeat. Seems like you have given up your will to live, surprisingly. But that's not what I want to achieve here."
The spirit wriggles its body before taking a step forward, "I'm here to offer you a chance to walk on the face of Earth again."
Scott remained his eye contact the whole time, but upon the last sentence of the wolf, the look in his eyes changed. It's like a spark that ignites the flames within him. He never backs down before in his life for he is so confident of his strength to fight himself through everything... until his ambush, it seems.
"Yes," the spirit says, "That's the look I want to see, the tenacious look. Ah, before you ask, yes. There are conditions to be met if you want to live again. And no, I'm not a devil. In fact, I should be more of a guardian to you... and your family. Ever wondered what your family name Connor meant?"
"Well, I'll tell you anyway," the spirit says while talking small steps towards Scott, closing in the distance between them, "Connor means 'wolf kin', which is why you're looking at me right now. I'm no dog that you were thinking in your head when I first appeared. Wolves and dogs are more different than you think. Well, now you know."
Scott watches the wolf in surprise, not only it talks, it can read minds? Scott was just thinking how the hell would he have known if the thing in front of him is a wolf or a dog when he had never seen a real wolf before.
"And I'm not a thing. I'm a spirit that watches over your family. I almost never appear in front of any living human, but you, you're different. You have the wolf's characteristic in you, the spirit and strength, something that is rarely seen through the generations in your family. Such a pity that you have led your life into this mess... which is why I'm here to offer you another chance," the wolf spirit says, "I can let you recover your body from its current broken state, but in return, you have to behave accordingly to the new changes that will happen to your body, that includes keeping all of this a secret. And I do mean it as a secret. No one must ever know."
"As for what kind of new changes," the wolf smiles, "I'll let you decide whether it's a gift or a curse, but it will inevitably change your life in one way or another. But if you choose to break this contract between you and me... I will show you the difference between a wolf and a dog, and I tell you that you will look worse than you are right now. So, do we have a deal? It's okay to reject this offer, you know. You'll just... move on."
Scott swallows as he contemplates the spirit's words. Though... on what basis should he trust this wolf here?
"I don't really expect you to believe me. After all, I exist and not exist at the same time. That aside, all I ask from you is your decision. You can't take too long to think, you know. You're still slowly dying," the wolf says, turning away and taking a seat, flicking its ears lazily.
At this point of time, is it that hard to make a decision? What does he have to lose right now? Even if he broke the contract, he still just die anyway. And Scott being Scott will of course say...
Deal.
The spirit turns its muzzle sideways to look back at him with a smile, "Knew you would have said that. There's no turning back now. Oh, here's an advice to you. You can trust your instincts, but don't forget to use your head to think too. You're actually a smart kid, just that you are too lazy to think. Well, it's time to think from now then."
With that said, the fur of the wolf begins to flake apart slowly, hovering upwards into the dark night, eventually disappearing into thin air.
A few moments passed and Scott still feels no different from before. He wonders stupidly if it is all just an illusion before his death. Everyone goes a little crazy before dying don't they? That's before they-
His chain of thought snaps as a sudden surge of power flows through Scott's broken body. If he had the ability to, he would have been howling in pain as his body forces his regeneration to overdrive. Cells dividing rapidly, blood rushes through his entire body. How did his body even get the nutrients to build from he don't know. Scott can literally feel the muscles and skin weaving themselves back to their original state, broken bones are forced back into their rightful place. The simultaneous repair of his body makes him feel like he is going through a full body surgery without anaesthetics. But the entire repair only took seconds as he can finally let you a yell into the dirt ground.
Scott rolls over as he pants from the power regeneration he had just gone through. His body is soaked with sweat and some of the old blood he had spilled earlier. His body feels brand new like this morning, but he still has this weird feeling coursing through the body, it's like a built up of energy from the initial surge waiting to explode. Scott grits his teeth as his chest arches forwards and he feels the explosive power let loose. Fur shoots out from his pores from all over his body as he groans. His jaw is pushed forward and elongating, he can literally see the growth of his... mouth? Once again Scott squeezes his eyes shut as the changes course through his body, leaving him in spasms on the ground.
Each movement of his body during the change feels so funny, it's like trying to move after being still and numb for too long. Bones pop and crack as his skeletal figure is reconfigured; blood rushes through his body to keep up this insane growth spurt and muscles inflating quickly like filling up an air balloon. His mind throughout the change has been fuzzy, numb and pressurised while his body convulses and writhes outside. The pressure in his mind builds up as the changes continues on, pressing in on his head so bad he thought his brains are probably smashed like potatoes. Just when he is about to go literally mad, the changes snap to a halt; his now grey eyes open wide, and the pressure in his mind sort of sprang away like letting go a stretched rubber band.
All he sees is the dark night, and something glistening from the very faint moonlight. No matter how he turns his head, the glistening thing won't go away. He lifts up an arm to touch it but what came to his vision is... a paw?!
He sits up quickly and instantly regrets it because the world spins around him. He feels very faint, and his throat is very dry and sandy, like he had been feasting on the dirt ground. Instinctively, he let out a growl... with his stomach doing the same. In his mind, he just knew he had to feed... very badly. The hunger is killing him from the inside, and something had to be done immediately.
The next thing that registers into his mind is the smell... the smell that tells him where to find sources of food to satisfy his hunger. He can smell dirt, stale blood, wood... and a slightly salty smell that isn't coming from him, it smells almost like seasoned meat, like ham. Not giving another thought, he runs towards that direction right away.
Oh gosh, the raw power of his muscles! Scott never thought sprinting is possible at this speed. His huge meaty legs provides so much speed that Scott accidentally smashes a few bushes and small trees that he can't get away in time. The target to feed is close, it's almost... there!
Scott stops in his tracks and crouch into all fours as he peers for this seasoned meat that he is looking for. He looks at a distance and spots the source of the smell. The smell didn't come from ham or a nice juicy steak... it is a human. A man of probably his thirties and a backpack, probably lost from hiking in the day.
The smell wafting into Scott's nose is intoxicating. He wants to sink his teeth right into that man's neck, that will fill his hunger... The thought of feeding on the unsuspecting man is so tempting that he is salivating, driving his mind nuts. He crouches even lower, already preparing to pounce on the man and feed himself; but in some corner of his mind, his subconscious is stopping him, creating a conflict in his mind.
I just want to feed right now...
But that thing is alive!
Not until I kill it, I know I can.
That thing is a human!
Doesn't matter, it's late at night; he is lost anyway, let him remain lost... forever.
NO! You can't be seen by anyone!
Just one bite?
You want him to track you down?
It's dark and he can't see.
Just run away from him, don't break the contract.
Gritting his teeth, he will himself to turn away. But his body is so tense on jumping on that unsuspecting man; his veins on his limbs are bulging. And the scent, the sweet smell of flesh!
Growling, he uses his paw and grabs his sensitive nose. He winces at the amount of strength used on his poor sensitive glistening nose, but at least his sense of smell is dulled, replacing the smell of flesh with the smell of dry dirt. He turns and dashes at the opposite direction, hoping to get away far enough from the smell.
After a distance, he let go of his nose to take a breath of fresh air. He clutches his stomach instead; the hunger is too much to bear. If he doesn't feed on something soon enough he will just die again, but out of hunger. It is probably the most stupid way to lose a life that was just picked back from the verge of death not more than an hour ago.
H-How about grass... or some dirt? Scott shakes his head; why did he just think of eating dirt? There must be something... Ah! The convenience store! After all robbing a shop will probably be better than murdering some guy who got lost? Grinning to himself, he sprints down the hill, towards the nearest convenience store.
The man whom Scott almost killed smiles and presses his cap down, "I see you're adapting quickly, Scott Connor." His judgement of people still hasn't failed him after all this years, after all.