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yourdarlingness · 6 months

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　　♰　REQUEST INFO .　( long post )

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　　┄ ┄ ┄　WHITELIST

（ 01 ）　Games　—　Honkai Star Rail ; Reverse 1999 ; Doki Doki Literature Club ; Ace Attorney ; Our Life: Beginning & Always ; Our Life: Now & Forever ; The Arcana ; Genshin Impact

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chinchillinbb · 3 years

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𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮

rating: m warnings: violence, gore, blood, graphic fight scenes, graphic description of a werewolf transformation, yandere themes word count: 1556 requested: no summary: you'd been afraid of canines since you were a child. dogs, wolves, puppies, all of them were terrifying to you. unfortunately for you, your local vendor had run out of fresh fruit for your bakery, and the woods surrounding you were just as full of wolves as they were fruits.

“I won’t settle and you know as much, Una. I don’t know why you tried to fool me with less than average goods.” Our (h/c) haired protagonist sighed, looking at a badly bruised peach. Una grimaced, balancing a mousy haired boy on her hip and shooing away a puppy at the same time. (Y/n) wrinkled their nose and ground out, “I’m a baker. If I use bad ingredients, my items will be bad. I figured you’d assume that.”

“(Y/n), the harvest just isn’t what we expected this year. There’s a sickness among the plants and we had to cut down a few trees to prevent spread. This is all I have to offer, and if you’d like fresher, you could always feel free to go into the forest,” she spat out, clearly frustrated with the dog. “But I refuse to be held responsible for whatever happens,” Una finished in a heave of air. “You know as well as I do that people don’t come back from there, but if you’re as desperate as you sound, go.”

(Y/n) crossed their arms, tapping a sandal against the ground. They thought, ‘Fine, maybe I will. I’m not scared of any animal… except mutts, and they’re easily scared off by fire.’ Squaring their shoulders, they marched back through town to their bakery. They rummaged around, grabbing the flint from the oven and a big chunk of wood as a precaution, a dagger, and a contraption used to hook around fruits or branches and pull them down to collect. Satisfied, they grabbed a sunhat before heading out.

Approaching the forest, (Y/n)’s nerves started to show themselves. The forest was incredibly dense, and easy to get lost in, but if they didn’t go, then they would starve anyway. No money meant no food for themselves, not even their goods. (Y/n) desperately wished they had enough money for a farm, or small garden at least, but they barely made enough for food and upkeep in the shop. Steeling themselves, they tiptoed in, biting a nail.

(Y/n) jumped at every sound, especially dog barks. They had been bitten and dragged off by a mistreated dog, starving and willing to eat anything smaller than it. (Y/n)’s parents had of course tried to help, but they didn’t have the sharp teeth or claws, much less the muscle, the hound did. No, (Y/n)’s memories of dogs were not fond ones, especially dirty, scruffy ones that looked badly taken care of. ‘If I see a dog, I’m climbing a tree. Stupid dogs can’t climb.’

Just as they thought that, they heard a howl. Close by. Most likely a female looking for a mate, but (Y/n) wasn’t taking any chances of her being hungry. Quickly scrambling into a tree, crying the whole way, they hoped they were high up enough to not get jumped at. Unfortunately, the wolf decided to walk by just then, alerted to the sniffling and the scream they had let out at the howl. At this point, (Y/n) was shaking so badly that a few leaves fell from the branch they were on top of, almost comically letting the light furred wolf know where they were.

The beast looked up, putting her (giant) paws on the tree and pushing a little, as though to test its strength. (Y/n) shook and sobbed even harder at this, knowing they were about to die because a dumb dog had them treed and they’d starve. The dog, however, seemed to laugh at this, letting out a short, harsh breath, nearly wheezing and shaking off her blondish fur. As she left, presumably to find easier prey, (Y/n) got down slowly, on quivering limbs.

(E/c) eyes narrowed in the direction the hound went, and decided to go the exact opposite. Meanwhile, Raksha, the wolf, watched from the shadows as the cutie that didn’t like wolves scurried away. She wondered why the person held a fear of dogs. Raksha had never seen anyone that wasn’t enamored with large, fluffy “puppies,” as they often squealed. Shedding a large, heavy wolfskin that formed a coat, Raksha went the same direction as (Y/n), intending to ask her questions.

“Wait! Stranger! There’s a wolf nearby!” She ran up to the (h/l), (h/c) haired wanderer.

“I was made well aware of that a few moments ago when the damned thing chased me up a tree,” (Y/n) huffed.

“Well, um… let me accompany you to wherever you’re going, please? I’d feel like garbage if I let someone as pretty as you end up eaten,” Raksha reasoned with a shrug.

“Fine, but if you slow me down, I’m leaving you in the dust. I’m looking for fruits to bake into pastries. What’s your name? So I’m not just saying, ‘Hey, you!’ every five minutes.”

“I’m Raksha! My mother named me after the moon, for my hair.” The girl grinned rather… “wolfishly” herself. Indeed, her hair was thick, and curly, and looked very hard to untangle. There were vines peeking out in some places amidst the silvery blonde, matching her wild child stereotype, and her eyes. She was darker than anyone in the village, meaning she had to be a traveler of sorts, and it looked like her eyes were lined with some white substance, but (Y/n) couldn’t be sure of what. “I’m…“ Did they really want to give out their name to a strange girl in the woods? No. “I’m (Y/n).” Damn.

A few moments passed of them walking together, with Raksha behind (Y/n). Suddenly, Raksha pipes up, albeit quietly. “Hey, (Y/n), why do you hate dogs so much?” Everything seemed to stop at this point, with a stray howl in the background. (Y/n) tensed up, and instead of answering, started to run. Raksha perked up and panicked; if the stranger got eaten, Raksha would never get answers.

She ran after them, always a little further behind. She could be faster if she were a wolf right about now, but it’d look a little weird, and would only scare (Y/n) into running more. Instead, she pushed through until she found a clearing, and consequently, (Y/n), cornered by a pack. “Farkas, let her go! I found her first and I was busy asking her questions!” Raksha crossed her arms and pouted, whining under her breath about ‘not fair,’ and ‘stupid mutt.’

(Y/n) started hyperventilating as one of the wolves’ bones started cracking, breaking through their skin and popping out, before being sealed over again with flesh. After the transformation, there was a short, red-headed man, pale and clothed with just a wolfskin tied around his waist. Farkas, (Y/n) had gathered by now, was a werewolf. And if Raksha knew him by name… Oh God, no. They were surrounded by werewolves. Not only did they have the sickening minds of humans, they had the lethal, nature-given weapons of claws and teeth. They could outrun her in seconds if they chose, being so big.

Raksha growled and snarled at this ‘Farkas’ man, as if telling him to step away slowly and they could forget it. Farkas barked out a laugh, circling (Y/n) and sinking sharp nails into their chin and watching tiny wounds be created. If he pressed any harder, he might start to claw at their jawbone. (Y/n) whimpered, sobbing from the pain and the stress. All they wanted was to get some fresher, not diseased fruit. They had begged at the beginning that if they were to die here, it might be quick, but these beasts, these monsters seemed bent on psychologically torturing their prey, mentally playing with their food.

Farkas finally actually spoke, but only a short few phrases. “I'll not let her go easily. You’ll have to pay, Raksha.” Raksha started nervously fidgeting, scratching her left shoulder with her right hand and breathing heavily. She gritted out, “You know the rules, Farkas, I found the pretty human first, and so they're mine to take. If I have to, I’ll fight you, but I don’t want to. Please don’t make me do this in front of such polite company.”

“It seems you’ll have to fight, runt. You don’t deserve such a nice little thing without some extra work.”

All (Y/n) remembered after that was that there was suddenly red water raining from the sky. At least, they tried to convince themselves it was water. Their subconscious couldn’t even begin to process the way Raksha ripped 5 hounds and one man limb from limb, using broken, jagged femurs to stab into the dead bodies over and over again, screaming about how ‘everything is always taken because she’s weak,’ and that she’ll ‘never let it happen again because she’s strong now, and she’s proven it to her human.’ (Y/n) didn’t want to be anything to this bloodied mess of a woman, her hair looking more reddish brown than blonde now.

“Come on, (Y/n), get up. I’ll take you back to my place, and you can finish telling me about why you’re afraid of dogs. And then after that, I’ll play with your hair and give you kisses, to show you that all dogs aren’t nasty!” If only Raksha knew how ironic that very statement was right now. (a/n: discord is here)

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