Fantasy Learning to Howl [closed]

[Woody.]

Alaska was quite cold around this time of year, but with the cold came the dark nights of winter. Everyday around 4pm the sun went down and they were left with frigid hell for those who didn't have fur. Logan's only joy in life were nights like these. The snow fell like a barrage of missile and built up all around him. At the moment the snow was to his calves, and the biting cold filled his lungs to only have steam exhaled from his lips. This was the prime time to hunt while humans were sleeping, and a perfect opportunity to scout out any intruders that came into his land. There wouldn't be many animals out in the night, but he knew a certain nocturnal bandit that kept sneaking into his cabin was out there somewhere. His opportunity made known as the lights in the town started to dim, and a few drunkards stumbled their way back to their own homes. The blanket of snow kept the world around him quiet, as if allowing him hear his thoughts. With one last deep breath Logan felt his shift immediately, and in one fluid motion he was on all four paws looking up to the snow filled sky. Flakes landed on his fur, and the cold immediately washed away. The joints in his body gave a loud crack as he stretched before he began his hunt, he was bigger than the average wolf due to being born an Alpha, but that didn't stop him from losing a fight with some beta male who decided to play dirty. The cold air pierced his lungs, and he pushed off the ground barreling down the hill towards the trees. Letting his instincts lead him, the human part of Logan simply vanished and replaced with primal urges to kill a certain racoon.

Werewolves weren't in the area, after all, they usually stuck to smaller communities than fish towns like this one. Tourists were common in this area due to the Mount Saint Elias, which was one of the highest mountains in North America. Some would come to climb the giant beast to only fail due the negative temperatures and rocky formations. Logan once climbed up Saint Elias to still only feel emptiness, what should have felt an accomplishment, only made his loneliness worse. What was a wolf without a pack, or even a mate? The wolf in him surged through the trees, a fresh scent slithering through the air as he followed it. What else was there to do if there wasn't someone to help him hunt? He remembered the good days of younger wolves trying to see if they could face Logan on, and the joy of trying to impress any females in the pack. Even back then he had no urge to find a woman to keep him company. Many believed their soulmates were out there, but the amounts of wolves that actually found their soulmates were close to none. Logan's father didn't even marry his soulmate, but they were still happy. The goal in life was to be happy, so why did the world deny him every chance to find succession?

He stopped in his tracks as the scent grew stronger. It lead him to a tree where a small burrow was made in the roots. Perhaps this was the racoon that decided to dumb out his trash and cause havoc to his pantry. If it was, he hoped it would run. He wanted an actual chase through the trees for his blood hungry instincts. A low growl rumbled through his chest, his dark brown fur stood up and his white paws blended in the snow with each step. The rustling inside the tree grew louder, the animal probably was ready to flee once the wolf began digging. As he slowly stood over the made-shift home, the racoon lunged at his face with claws aiming for his eyes. A loud yelp came from the mouth of the beast as the racoon tried clawing his face, the little fuck was fighting for his life in this moment. Teeth finally caught the leg of a racoon and he snapped his teeth down, but that didn't stop the racoon from giving a shrill and finally reached an eye which lead to the release of his leg. Logan growled and tried to keep track of the racoon as it ran.

Im gonna sell your fucking fur, you rat

But as it ran, he lost it. The bushes were too thick with thorns protruding through the leaves it would have made it too hard to find his way through. The smart asshole ditched the fight and would once again live another night. Steamy air fell out of his mouth before he clenched his fang in annoyance and turned around to walk back to his cabin.

The path he took was usually used by hikers to get back to the town from the mountain, no one was down this path at night, and with the snow falling fast no one would see the big wolf lumbering back home. It was the scent that alerted him of something off the path. At first it was weak, nothing to be worried about, but it was the cry for help that alerted him. A small cry came from the rocks down the hill, and his eyes cause tracks that lead bellow. His ears were erect, and his body ridged if the human were to appear behind the rocks. There was still no movement but the crying was still heard, he would have transformed and went down to help till the scent hit him stronger than before. Natural scents from humans rarely changed, even with essential oils or perfumes the scent of humans were earthy and bland. This scent filled his senses to what he could describe as was strawberries and vanilla, no human scent smelt this define. Even wolves who had more distinct scents that defined their persons didn't smell this divine. His senses were overwhelmed and the need to get closer was uncontrollable. Expecting to come face to face with another wolf, he slid down the hill without transforming because why would he need to seem human if it was a wolf? Following the foot prints that seemed to have slid down the mountain led him past a boulder to where a body was huddled in the snow. Coat seemed to be torn, and her leg seemed to be twisted in a very uncomfortable position. His instincts immediately screamed protection. Amber eyes watched her movement, her tear stained face, and almost frozen body. Her scent was driving him insane to the point his mouth watered, and he stalked closer. If she was injured she should have started the healing process, but she wasnt... what was this wolf doing? Any wolf would have been able to avoid a situation like this so why was she? Did she even see him? He came closer, her eyes fixated on him, but instead of seeing relief in her pretty eyes, it was fear. She scrambled away trying to escape him which annoyed him all to hell.

Why the hell are you panicking? Calm down.

He tried to reach out to her mentally, but she wasn't getting any message from her end. As he came closer, she tried her best to keep crawling away to the point that she went limp. Did she just... pass out? He pawed up to her body and lent down to smell her hair. Oh she smelt nice, but why wasn't she shifting? His nose pushed at her face trying to get her to wake up, but she was just laying in the snow and he noticed her fingers were turning blue. Not yet frost bitten, but would certainly happen relatively soon if she wasn't out of the snow. Finally he decided to shift, his body hunched over hers. The cold didn't affect him due to his intense body heat that radiated off him after a shift. Gently scooping her limp body in his, he furrowed his brow as to why his insides were clawing to be near her. Was this it? Was this little wolf in his arms finally what he was longing for all along?

His cabin was a comfortable size filled with furs of his hunts that were laid across the grounds and walls. The exterior walls were made of stone, with a dark oak floors. The ceiling was made of woodem beams, and to left of the front door was a small ramp to a loft that lead to his open room with a kitchen down bellow. It was all one big room with no individual rooms except for a bathroom next to the fireplace. Instead of taking her to loft, he got her right next to the fireplace on the old couch. The fire was then lit and he had nothing else to do. She was bundled in blankets and he had to wait for her to wake up. So he did what any man would do... sat and stared at her impatiently waiting for passed out state. His leg bounced up and down, his hands clasped in front of his face, and he tried to be as patient as he could.

(sorry if its too short or too long. I just wanted to get a better idea of the area c: )

 

[Novae]

A gentle, rhythmic crunching echoed in Leilani's ears as she hiked through the snow, her shoes squelching in the icy, waterlogged ground as she went. The sky was beginning to warp like an array of watercolours dripping across paper; intertwining and bleeding themselves together. It was beautiful... And yet what wasn't so beautiful was the frosty cold that had begun to crawl in deeper as night grew nearer. The air clung to her skin like a leech, making her teeth chatter and her body quiver like a leaf.

Brushing back a stray strand of hair, the woman pushed on, tucking her hands beneath her arms. So, maybe it had been a bad idea to trek out this far so late... She still wasn't used to how quickly the sun set. But she did need to keep moving. She didn't know if it was the cold affecting her, but her body always ached, always protested, begging for some form of relief. And yet, she didn't at all know what that relief was. She didn't know how to make it better, how to stop the aching in her bones, she protest in her muscles every time she moved in a wrong way. It honestly felt as though her bones were moving on their own, half of the time. Though, she'd always found running through the forest helped calm her. The silence, and the gentle patter of falling snow was all she needed. It was soothing, in some strange way. It made her feel as though she were home.

After a small while, the woman slowed to a stop. In silence, she tipped her head skyward, breathing in deeply with a small sigh. There was an eerie silence as she did so, and she slowly allowed her eyes to flutter closed, struggling to catch her breath in the cold air. Breathing out heavily, she shuddered before pressing on. She needed to get home, to her cabin... It wouldn't be long until creatures started to emerge, and then she was in trouble.She loved running here. And so far, nothing had ruined it for her. So far.

***

Somewhere along the way, in the growing darkness, Lani must have taken the wrong turn. She didn't know where she was. She was surrounded by looming trees, and rapidly growing heights of snow. She was in trouble. Making her way down a hill, the woman lifted her eyes, searching her surroundings quietly. That one mere glance around was all it took for her to take a wrong step. Immediately, she went tumbling right down the hill, a loud cry of pain leaving her lips as a sudden , vicious pain that resonated within her leg. Snow and trees were harsh on her face and arms, leaving them stinging and throbbing, red with irritation and cuts. God, this may just have been the worst decision of her life. When she stopped tumbling, her leg smashed into a boulder, masked with snow. Yet another wail left her lips as snow tumbled over her head, and she grit her teeth in pain as her leg throbbed and ached in protest. Panting heavily as tears pricked her eyes, she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, pressing her back against the boulder as she brushed the snow quickly from her clothes. Her leg didn't look right at all... Not to mention the horrible pain it was causing her. She felt like she could pass out at any minute.

She sat there for a long while, crying desperately for help through chattering teeth, and struggling to keep herself warm within her torn clothes, soaking wet with snow. Eventually, those tears began to fall as minutes ticked on and no one came to her aid. She began to loose hope, until she heard rustling snow. "Help! Please, help me! I'm down here!", she called desperately, unable to stop get another sob from bursting free from her lips. She couldn't even see straight, she was in so much pain. Her vision was swimming; warped colours and shapes dancing before her eyes. She shuddered and huddled closer into herself, her blonde hair splayed over her face, and those large, doll-like eyes wide with desperation as they searched her surroundings. Though, who-what she saw wasn't at all there to help her. A mass of dark brown fur, and glowing amber eyes gazed back at her. A damn wolf. Thats who her hope had been for. Immediately, she whimpered, her bottom lip trembling in fear as her eyes grew wider, and she struggled to scramble backward with her arms, and her good leg, dragging her injured one along. A soft cry, nearing a grunt of effort escaped her lips as she struggled to continue dragging herself backward away from the creature. It continued to slowly approach, and although its movements seemed to be in slow motion, she still couldn't manage to move faster than the creature to get away. As it continued to near, her mind and her body began to tremble; overwhelmed and stunned.

Black dots swam within the edges of her vision, slowly invading her clear gaze. Her vision became blurry, and then non existent as the blackness closed in, leaving her to fall back helplessly into the snow.

***

For a long while, her vision remained black, and her eyes remained closed, her lashes dark against her fair, rosy cheeks. Slowly, her shuddering and trembling subsided, and, if she wasn't mistaken, she could feel a soft glow of heat upon her cheeks. Her brows began to furrow gently, and a quiet groan escaped her lips as she slowly began to regain consciousness. Then, as a pair of amber eyes entered her memory, she shot up quickly into a sitting position, her own eyes wide with terror. Though as she glanced frantically around, she found that she wasn't at all in the company of a wolf. Instead, it was only a fire, an old couch, what seemed to be a million blankets, and... A man. Her eyes were flooded with worry as they quickly took in her surroundings. She seemed to make a move to stand, only to whimper out at the pain in her leg and settle back down, her icy eyes rushing to focus upon the male figure. "Where am I? Who are you?" she spoke finally, her voice soft and somewhat croaky from the cold as she sniffled, her gaze remaining glued warily upon his face. Strangely enough, she felt like she knew him. Something within her was begging her to acknowledge him, and yet she didn't quite understand. She'd never met this man in her life.

 

[Woody.]

Every now and then he had to check on her leg hopping that the bones would begin to crack in the right places. It took him a good 30 minutes to heal a broken leg even if it was painful as hell. When he grew impatient he had to lift the blankets to examine the leg himself. He was no doctor, but anyone could tell that it was twisted in all the wrong places. A hand pressed against the bruised leg hopefully trying to pressure her healing capabilities to kick in. Even pups were able to heal faster than this, which brought up so many more questions. Why didn't she shift when she was out by herself? Why did she panic when she saw him in his wolf form? There were too many he wanted to ask her if she wasn't so damn weak. Still though... When he was this close to her his nostrils flared at her scent. Did he sound like a creep? Probably, but that didn't stop him from examining her much closer than just her leg.

First it was her hair, which was pleasant to touch. The silky strands fell through his fingers with no tangle, how would her fur feel? Her hair looped around his fingers as he curiously examined it before his eyes drifted to her sleeping face. There was just something about humans that made him always turn his head in disgust. For Logan it was due to their weak capabilities and selfish nature. Beauty was usually that of traits and fierceness in wolves that pride themselves in their strength. However, this woman was definition of beautiful in features that he'd ever seen. What would her eyes look like up close? Would it be earthy eyes that could warm your heart? Green eyes to match the hills in summer? Maybe, blue to stare into his soul? He had a glance at her eyes that had pierced into his own very soul the moment she looked at him. Blue. What a lovely color. His exploration of this enchanting woman only made him realize that she would need to eat. God dammit, that was probably what was stopping her from healing. If a wolf went too long without food, especially raw meat, the healing process was stunted. That's why those Loners who couldn't hunt for themselves slowly eroded and died. Many would turn to human butchers to buy their raw meat from. Raw meat was raw meat, but the hunt was also what made you a wolf. Would he have to hunt for a meal? It couldn't now, the blizzard was getting worse and the animals were all probably bunkered down.

Before he stood to retrieve any source of meat that could have been in his fridge, she shifted in her sleep. Logan relaxed back down on the sofa, his excitement was beginning to unhinged. Logan was half expecting relief to flood through those eyes, but when she opened the pretty blues of hers he wasn't expecting fear. Romantic movies always had those moments of love at first sight, like he was hoping it would be. Her questions were understandable, but her skepticism wasn't. He was se to getting respect from his fellow wolves so her attitude wasn't what he had in mind. With furrowed brows at her questions, he tried to answer them with patience, "I'm Logan...the one that found you in the snow..." As if it was an obvious answer, after all she saw him before she passed out. She still looked daze and even when she flinched in pain made him annoyed with her lack of healing capabilities. "Perhaps you're hungry," He speculated and stood up to scavenge the fridge for any meat source he had laying around. Most of the food kept in his fridge was take out, and cooked meals. It was when he looked in the back did he find some ground beef he probably would have made tacos with. It was raw... turning brown due to it almost spoiling. This would maybe do. It sounded barbaric, but this really would help her get some meat in her system. When she begins to heal, perhaps he'd take her out on a hunt. The meat was slapped down on a plate, and feeling like he achieved something by providing for his mate.

"I know this isn't the freshest you've had, but trust me. It's better you heal fast than have a decent meal," he tried to make up an excuse, feeling a bit bashful at his lack of providing skills. The meat smelt a bit, but no hungry wolf would turn down a chance at food right? Even if it was a female, she'd have to understand the situation of being in a bachelors home. Scurrying like an excited pup around the couch, he placed the meat on the coffee table, and a wolfish grin spread across his face, "It's not the best, but you're leg will heal much faster."

Imagine a child standing in front of you with a macaroni picture he made at school hoping you'd jump with joy at the sight of it. This explained Logan's situation, as he too expected his mate to be thankful.

 

[Novae]

While her eyes remained closed, Leilani very faintly felt a hand trail through her blonde hair, sending immediate shudders down her spine that drove her crazy. She felt like she knew that touch, strangely enough. Like she had missed it. Longed for it. And though she could not see the face of the individual caressing her, in her unconscious state, she didn't once feel unsafe. There was a strange level of trust toward that hand which made her stir slightly, a small whine escaping her lips.

As she quickly sat up from her sleep, Lani focused those wide, blue eyes on the man sitting on the sofa, worry, and what seemed to be pure terror, clouding her expression. Slowly, the woman seemed to search his face, a scared expression glued to her own as she slowly pushed into a better sitting position, whimpering quietly at the pain that seared through her leg. "Logan..." she repeated softly, seeming to taste the name on her tongue as her brows pulled together. His mention of finding her earned a small frown. He had found her in the snow... So the wolf there hadn't eaten her alive? Slowly, it was all coming back. Falling and injuring herself, pain, the freezing cold, struggle, and then... A wolf. Bright amber eyes, slowly advancing toward her; stalking her. She'd been so terrified she'd passed out. "I don't... I don't understand", she breathed softly. "So the wolf just left me there? It didn't even try to attack me?" she breathed, seeming to glance down at herself to briefly survey herself for any more injuries. Nothing. Not a scratch more than she'd had from her fall.

There was a dull ache in her chest, and a strange tug at her heart. All of this was so strange... She felt as though she'd definitely met this man before, although to her knowledge, she'd never even met someone named Logan throughout her few months in Alaska. As she watched him however, she felt a strange swirl in her belly, and her heart began to race somewhat. Whatever it was, she didn't at all have the desire to fight it. In fact, instead, all she wanted to do was accept it. While something truly was happening to her, and she knew that; she could feel it... It didn't feel bad. Sure, it felt wrong, and she'd never felt like this before, but... It wasn't bad, not at all. There was something within her clawing at the surface, begging to be let out. She just didn't know what. Or why. Hell, maybe she'd just hit her head one too many times, or too hard. Maybe she was starting to take after her father; a paranoid lunatic. Immediately at the thought however, she felt a growl begin to rise within her chest. Never. Her mother would roll in her grave if she heard her only child turned out like her husband. Lani would never betray her like that. Betray? Where had that word come from? There was no betrayal... She, her mother and her father were all just people, once. So why the mention of betrayal? None of this made any sense. She didn't even understand where half of these thoughts were coming from, honestly. And that, of all things, scared her the most. There was something inside of her - someone inside, and they wanted out.

"No, I'm not hungr-..." she began, only to watch him quickly stand and make his way to the fridge. Curling her uninjured leg up to her chest, she watched him carefully. She couldn't see a thing behind his broad back, although she did hear him rustle around before pulling something out. He seemed to move around a bit, before he turned toward her, carrying a plate. At first, she didn't even recognise what the pink and red lump of substance was, until he grew closer to her. The smell of raw beef, followed by a somewhat sickening smell reached her nose and caused her to wince. Immediately, she leant away, those wide eyes focusing quickly upon his face. She watched him scurry excitedly toward her, pure confusion spreading through her expression as she shook her head.

"I don't... you don't expect me to eat that, do you?" she breathed, before gulping. "how will that make me heal faster?" she whispered worriedly. "It's just going to make me sick", she admitted meekly as her arms instinctively pressed around her abdomen at the look and smell of the beef. She felt horrible - he clearly was trying to help, and he looked happy to be trying to do so. But... she couldn't eat that. No way. "Please don't make me eat that", she begged quietly, beginning to curl in on herself.