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THE W O L F
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A large and lack furred animal about 5 feet tall on all fours alone was at a distance, staring at a small log cabin that was in good condition despite being there all his life to his knowledge. As usual, the day was warm and the sun shined, brightening up and enlightening the critters of the forest. Mother Nature was surely in a serene state this time of year. It was a large wolf, his head couched as he hid behind lush bushes, ears perked up as if he could hear what was going on in the house -which he couldn't-. He could've sworn he saw something, someone, who bared the same exact cape each person of each generation kept when walking through this forest to this very same cabin. The famous silk red cape that was an heirloom, he was bounded to meet.
Surely, this was no hallucination. He had followed the red cape all the way over here as soon as he spotted a red dot from afar. But.. Why was he not aware of the red cape's existence before? Maybe the red cape was new and had just come to this cabin for today? No. That heirloom he was well aware of, was regardless passed down to anyone that belonged in the bloodline of 'Reds', age doesn't matter. It was a must to pass it down, and with the wolf pondering he raised his head up. The red cloak would be in that cabin, and no where else.
Interest sparked. The elderly woman, now a grandmother perhaps has played her cards well with wolf, but didn't get away to easily. Wolf had doubted the red cape, as whenever he followed the silk wear, it never lead to the cabin, or Atleast once he followed the red figure went to another path before going to the cabin causing the wolf frustration and ultimately giving up on following the figure, Causing him to think the bloodline of reds had perhaps stopped. Crumbled. But it didn't, and the male raised his head up in his wolf form, deciding to approach the cabin.
The wolf could still smell the cloaked figure's scent. But as he got closer, he only saw the elderly woman he knew all to well, outside and resting on her porch. So he was to late. The cloak figure he had seen, sworn he followed its scent, was gone. Seeing as he stood outside the house, Infront of the elderly woman he growled with frustration as his animal form morphed into a human.
The human was male. Broad shouldered and masculine. He had visible scars almost everywhere, few on his face aswell and he combed back his jet black hair looking at the woman."Where is it..?" The male snapped. He wore puffy black pants and was barefoot and shirtless. One can say it was a sudden and curt approach, but this human-wolf did not care."Don't hide it! You've played it well somehow! Years I've been following that cloak of this generation, yet it never brought me here." The man explained, doing a speech. His name, was Mason. A name the red gave him. He was the one who was cursed to meet, love, sacrifice, and end. The story itself, he wished he could say that it sickened him greatly.
"At first, I was confident at following it, planning my motives! However the cloak always doddled before visiting I assume, causing me to give up in frustration concluding that the figure is not part of your lineage up until today!" He scoffed bitterly."Today, my gut instinct was drawn to it." He said through gritted teeth."So tell me, is this a female or male?" Mason asked. His golden eyes piercing down at the elder woman whom he was once formerly with."Believe it or not, all these years of thinking that perhaps the bloodline of reds had stopped, it made me bitter. Which was why I never visited to much for the past few years. No red, fever to no visits from me. I was ready to find a way to break this curse yet the assumption of the bloodline stopping stopped me from dreaming, as well as you hiding the cloaked figure." Admitted the wolf.
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