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Post by shadowcrushesall on Apr 13, 2010 9:26:38 GMT -5
Many great beast roam the land, hidden from mortal eyes. One of which is the werewolf, able to strike fear into the hearts of humans by the mere metion of their name. Recently, however, werewolves have lost their power, allowing themselves to fall victim to the guns, knives, and hunting abilities of the human race. Some have become pets to avoid losing their lives. As pets, these beasts are required to remain in their canid forms unless instructed otherwise by their human masters. Also, they must wear a collar give to them by their master to signify their captivity. To disobey these laws is to die.
Others, however, become no more than sick trophies, hung up on the walls and strewn across the floors of the strongest and most skilled hunters.
But other still remain as rebels, able to fight back against the human hunters with all their might. Even so, some die. Others are taken into captivity by catchers and sold as pets. Either way, there is little freedom remaining for these once powerful beasts.
Rating: M
Public
Characters: Werewolves Humans
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Post by shadowcrushesall on Apr 13, 2010 10:00:11 GMT -5
Thomas tugged angrily at the chain that held him, tightening the choke collar around his neck. He felt the blood run from his throat through his thick fur. He couldn't believe that he had gotten caught. Not only that, but he was put in a pathetic human pound to be sold as a PET. He sighed and sat down. "I would've preferred death....." He growled. He stood up again and reached a paw out to the water bowl in the cage. He licked at it with his long tongue, trying to retrieve the last few drops of cool, refreshing water. Unfortunately the bowl, much like himself, was bone-dry. There was no food to fill his empty belly, either. He changed into a human and sat against the cold concrete wall. He closed his eyes and listened to the soft barking of the dogs around him, feeling the cold blood run down and slip into his shirt, which was already stained with blood. It had been a week since he was put in this damnable asylum with no food, hardly any water, and this horrible collar wrapped around his neck like a pair of unforgiving iron hands.
And still, no one took pity on him. No one believed they could handle having a werewolf as a pet. Of course, he doubted that anyone REALIZED what he was, since he had stayed in his wolf form for so long.
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