Realistic or Modern Barks and Bites

[ShinyInk]

Rain used to be just a normal, calming thing for the world. It was a simple occurrence in life that happened when a lot of water evaporated under the blazing heat of the sun and rose into the sky to form fluffy walls of white water particles too light to be effected by gravity...that is, until they condensed enough for gravity to take hold of the tiny water droplets and drag them back to where they came from. The water cycle was not an event that needed much approval from the people of earth, because it was a normality that had been around as long as the earth itself. Sure, it was a relaxing thing to watch and healthy to drink, but nothing more of it seemed positive.

Not until the last eight months.

It was winter now, colder than it had ever been before involving rain. Sheets upon sheets of icy cold downpour washed the abandoned streets and cities. The air chilled enough to grant visible breath to any living thing that breathed in it. It was perfect to slow the corpses down; absolutely perfect for locking up rotting bone joints and slowing down the microscopic parasites connecting dead synapses in the brain. Instead of jogging, the crow-feeding bodies were now just shuffling along almost too slowly to be a major threat. And as a bonus, the rain masked medium level noises so that anyone could walk along without having to worry about eventually dealing with any corpses that heard you. Primrose enjoyed this little fact about the new world.

Her body was over packed with jackets--meant for protection against bites--and a single large duffel back slung across her shoulder and chest. She walked along with stiff knots in her legs, from a full day of restless movement across what she hoped was the northern border of Utah. To be honest, it was difficult finding out where she was, since no one randomly writes the city name in Braile on signs. She eventually had to go and turn the tv on in some run down bar, listen to the last news station to play before everything went down and determine where she was from there. Prim had been walking ever since that check, across what she hoped was a long stretch of thin road running through the coniferous forest. She occasionally smelled the familiar stench of of rotting human flesh and had the stray thought of being attacked by a cougar, but nothing happened for as far as she walked. Perhaps it was luck that someone like her had survived as long as she had. Perhaps it was something else, something she could actually control.

Her jeans finally stopped scratching against thorny branches, and her boots finally stopped crunching over rough road terrain. Now the ground was different, smoother like concrete and yet clearly not concrete at all. Concrete wouldn't clink when your boots walk on it, would it? Prim furrowed her brow as she continued to walk, now choosing her steps more carefully than before and maneuvering around tree trunks when her metal rod tapped against it. Wait, no. Tree trunks didn't sound like that. She was hitting walls. A glass revolving door? The temperature was different inside this...

...whatever this was.

 

[star creature]

On a crisp rainy evening such as this, it was a perfect chance to go hunting. With the deer population cut in half since the outbreak of undead, finding them is particularly difficult. However, even the deer know that during the event of a rainstorm, it is much safer to graze since the dead can't hear through the rain. So, Valentine went out to get her fur clean and also grab dinner. When she's human, of course she can eat normal human food, but there's just nothing as satisfying as real, fresh meat. On top of that, non-perishable human food is scarce these days.

The mall, or her house, is only about a mile away from the woods. In her wolf form, she can almost outrun a car, so getting there would be easy and quick. Standing about eight feet tall as a wolf, she'd scare away any wildlife so she had to be extra cautious. Just as she had expected, the deer were out grazing upon the luscious fields of untouched greenery. A sight picture-worthy in this gloomy atmosphere, and she almost felt bad for wanting to kill such innocent creatures. Nevertheless, a wolf's gotta eat.

She took one out and was tempted to eat it all right there. If she did that though, there would be none for later and she had to make it last. After killing only one, every other deer had immediately fled the seen, not wanting to become her next meal. The wolf bit onto the antler of her food and carried it all the way back to the mall in her mouth just like that. When approaching the mall, she came to a hault as the smell of human lingered around her snout. It was faint, and the rain certainly didn't help, but it was somewhere nearby.

Val gave another sniff into the air before jumping into the mall through a broken window on the second floor. She set the deer down onto the floor and gave her fur a good shake. Now she smelled like wet dog, a very distinct scent. Wanting to bite right into her fresh meal, she had to stop herself as the smell of human got stronger. She let out a small grunt, a bit annoyed. Her ears perked as she heard some tapping coming from the main entrance. On all fours, she stealthily creeped to the edge of the second floor balcony and looked down, seeing a small human girl poking at things with a stick. She grinned and jumped down, landing onto the first floor with a loud thud, a few yards away from the blonde girl. To top her dramatic entrance, she let out a growl and revealed her fangs, in hopes to scare the girl away. She's become accustomed to this lonely life and feared reputation.

Examining the stick, she noticed that it was no ordinary stick, but one for leading the blind. A bit disappointed that this strange blind girl couldn't see her terrifying werewolf appearance, she closed her mouth and hid her fangs. She wasn't as disappointed as she was extremely curious. How the hell has a blind girl survived this new world?​