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A Chance Encounter

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A Chance Encounter

    There was a certain loneliness that had befallen the forest. Whether it was the rain covering everything in a silvery sheen, or the fading light from dusk, or maybe the sense that something was about to happen, Sgt. Wolf did not know. There was indeed a certain calm that came from the rain soaking his fur and flesh through and through, as if washing his stresses away, but with the darkness setting in, and being completely lost, the rain did little to alleviate his mood. It doesn’t help that he had been rained on for who knows how long. He was sick of it, and getting pretty cold. At least, if he couldn’t find his way out, he’d be fine. He knew how to survive, how to find food and water and shelter. He had already found food and water; his dinner was a bunch of wild berries and tubers from the local plant life, the water… well, it was not that hard to find.

               The part he was struggling to find was shelter, and was why he was wandering around, looking for some alcove or space that was sheltered. The growing darkness was not helping, and the forest seemed to spite him. Nothing! Nothing at all for almost two hours of searching. He growled in frustration, a rare sound to come from his snout seeing how tame of a werewolf he was. So tame in fact that rather than look menacing and scary, looking adorable and friendly thanks to his fat, chubby, and fluffy self. He glanced at his potbelly, and patted it forlornly. He’d rather be inside and comfortable rather than out here lost and irritated. He stopped where he was at, and violently shook his body like a dog, trying to fling off the excess water on him just to feel a bit better. Of course, wearing clothes didn’t help the matter, and he swore he did little thanks to his black shirt, black jacket with green and yellow stripes running down the sleeves, and jeans. He sighed some, thinking maybe he got some water off his clothing.

               Marginally dryer, and getting wetter by the second, he trudged onwards, pushing past leaves and prickly brush with his pawed hands, eyes, ears, even nose alert for the slightest sign of shelter. Thunder cracked up ahead, and Sgt. Wolf questioned whether or not this was the unluckiest day of his life.

               “Maybe it is…” He thought miserably, searching fruitlessly. He wondered what he did to deserve this. Was it because of how he dealt with his friends? Maybe. Was it how he often hurt those around him due to accidents? Perhaps. There was a lot of things that may have him deserving this, and he currently was trying to decide which one was it. A bright flash of light in the distance momentarily blinded him. It had gotten dark by this time, and the sudden surge of light from a lightning bolt was stunning.

               Yet, before it faded, he saw the silhouette of a building. Was that really what he saw, he thought, twiddling his thumbs together as the rain poured down heavier than before. Or was he just seeing things? Maybe, he thought. But a sight like that was worth investigating, and he began jogging wearily up to it with the hope that it might be there. His eyes, what bit of wolf was in them, could see just well enough to know that, no, it wasn’t a delusion. It was there, and only a few yards away.

               “Finally!” He exclaimed happily, making his way into the small cabin. Whoever built it was long deceased, just by the looks of it. Falling apart in places, with windows cracked, it looked like some cabin one may have found in the 1800’s. The roof was mostly intact, and that’s all that mattered to Sgt. Wolf as he stepped through the loosely hanging front door. Perhaps with some rest, he could think of a way out of this forest, and get back to civilization. He took off his jacket and shirt, revealing his cream furred belly and chest, surrounded by a coat of grey fur on his arms, sides, and back, and shook himself out, letting the drops of water fling away, and feeling as if he was liberated. After hanging his clothes up on a rusted hook in the supporting beams, he settled down in a pile of leaves that had gathered in the cabin, and closed his eyes tiredly. IT wasn’t long before he was off in a peaceful, contented sleep.

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               Something was prodding him… that was the first thing he gathered from his waking conscience as he tried to push it away, wanting to sleep more then what he had. What time was it, he mused, curling up and trying to ignore the now more persistent prodding.

               “Go away…” he muttered, turning his back to whatever was poking him. Then he felt something poke through his flesh and draw blood, and the growl of some animal.

               “OW!” he exclaimed, fully awake and he turned to face whatever was prodding him… and then felt his heart fall in his stomach.

               In front of him was a large dragon. He couldn’t believe it himself, but there it was, staring right at him with its brilliant blue eyes. Back scaled, with white scutes running down the four legged creature’s underbelly, it looked rather intimidating. Add to that the long horn, the bladed tail, and wings which could carry Sgt. Wolf off to fall to his death, he was honestly afraid of this creature. He didn’t move, not wanting to provoke it, and stared back at it. The dragon sniffed the air hungrily. And moved forward, opening its mouth.

               So that was it then, Sgt. Wolf thought as the dragon placed its paw on his belly, keeping him from moving anywhere. This was the end of him, the meal of some mythical beast that should have never existed. Truly, he was unlucky. And he turned away, closing his eyes so he didn’t have to witness what was coming next.

               Except… after a minute, it never did. All he heard were the dragon’s exhales, the occasional light growl, even maybe a whimper. Another whimper, this time more prominent.

               “Rrrrrrrrggg…..yourrrrrrgggh aaarrrrrggg….. alrrrrright?” Sgt. Wolf’s ears flicked in surprise at that. Was that… actually talking? Sgt. Wolf stole a glance at the beast, and noticed in its eyes was not hunger… but worry?

               “I think so.” He said quietly, and Sgt. Wolf could have sworn the dragon made a sound akin to a relieved sigh. It took its paw off Sgt. Wolf, and then sat down on its haunches, tilting its head at him, a bit of its wild white mane falling across its eye. Right now, it looked totally harmless. Sgt. Wolf didn’t trust it for a second. It probably was planning to do something in that mind of it, catch him off-guard.

               “So…. How are you?” he said after the two of them stared at each other for some time. The dragon growled bit, looking angry and sad.

               “Brrrrrrggggg……Barrrrrgd….” It stomped its tail in frustration, and Sgt. Wolf, scooted back just a bit, ready for anything. It looked like it would attack at any time.

               “Barrrrgd…. Bad….!“ It seemed pleased all the sudden when it said the word clearly, and seemed to smile and nod to itself. It looked at Sgt. Wolf expectantly.

               Sgt. Wolf didn’t know what to say. It came to him that this dragon was trying to communicate, but he couldn’t help but wonder why. Was it trying to catch him off guard? So he just continued staring at it. As time went on, the dragon seemed to droop down, looking almost miserable.

               “Yourrrrgg… Hrrrmmmmmm…. You scarrrred?” it asked, with much struggle.

               Well, Sgt. Wolf thought, if this dragon wanted to communicate, he might as well. Maybe it would delay whatever the dragon was planning.

               “Yes, very much so I am.” He looked straight in its eyes. “Are you going to eat me?”

               The dragon shook its head while growling out the word no.

               “Then why are you trapping me in here? If you are not going to eat me, you’ll let me leave. Isn’t that right?” Sgt. Wolf asked reasonably, frowning. The dragon looked down, and shook its great head no.

               “I…. rrrrggggg…. Warrrgg….. want a frrrgiend… Friend.” It said quietly, then looking at you with sad eyes.

               “A friend?” Sgt. Wolf reiterated. The dragon nodded vigorously. “Why do you want to be my friend?” he stood up finally, backing against the wall, as far away from this dragon as he could, seeing if, perhaps, there was another way out he had not noticed. As he thought about this, the dragon shook it head sadly, and lowered to the ground on its belly, placing its forepaws on its eyes, and Sgt. Wolf was surprised to hear very human sobs coming from the beast, amongst the growls and hisses which added to the pathetic display.

               Sgt. Wolf was taken aback by this. This here, this was a totally unexpected reaction from this dragon. He expected a growl, a roar or hiss of denial, or maybe an attempt to finish him off. This was not a fierce dragon he had demised he was. This creature was hurt, was pained inside. And truly, was it even a creature? It seemed intelligent. Human like in fact, especially with how well it understood him and its responses. And, somewhere inside him, he felt bad for the dragon. He finally concluded it was wasn’t here to kill him. It made more sense to Sgt. Wolf that this dragon was just lonely, and was surprised to find a werewolf in its den. That explained the scratch marks and splintered wood he could now see in the light of dawn. The possibilities were endless as to this dragon’s intentions, and Sgt. Wolf still couldn’t bring himself to fully trust it.

               “Do you have a name?” Sgt. Wolf asked contemplatively. It liked to express itself, he assumed, and if it had a name, it might feel good being called by that then a beast or dragon. The dragon looked up at Sgt. Wolf, and nodded slowly.

               “Well, can you tell me what it is?”

               “Mrrrrggg…. Myaaarrg…. Myanorrrrrg…..” the dragon slammed its tail on the ground as it often did when it was frustrated with its speech. “Myaaargg…. Myanmorrrgg….” It finally growled out, and seemed satisfied enough with it, looking at Sgt. Wolf as if saying did you get that.

               “Myanmor? Is that your name?“ Sgt. Wolf sought to confirm. The dragon nodded vigorously, smiling, and showing off its sharp rows of fangs.

               “Come on… don’t focus on those.” Sgt. Wolf thought to himself as he saw them, forcing his eyes back to Myanmor’s eyes and smiling forcibly.

               “That’s a nice name.” he said, not knowing what else to say, feeling like he was just saying things. Myanmor did seem to appreciate it however, the way his eyes lit up and his finned ears outstretched in what could only be happiness.

               “Thaaarrrks….Thanksss… “ Myanmor said, before looking down at the ground. After a bit of trial and error, he managed to say something that was clear to Sgt. Wolf, “Sorry that my speech is so bad. It’s been a long time since I talked to anyone.”

               “How long has it been?” Sgt. Wolf said, more curiously, peaked by this last comment. Obviously Myanmor went through a lot, and something had happened to where, he thought, could’ve got him in the situation he was now.

               “Rrrrrggg….” Again, it took a while before Myanmor said anything that was decipherable to Sgt. Wolf. “It’s been ten years. I used to be human before I got experimented on….” He didn’t continue after that, growling and hissing.

               “Experimented on? What happned?”

               “Rrrrggg… Not now. Too painful.” He said darkly, and Sgt. Wolf saw that feral glint in his eyes, that side that he needed to be wary of.

               “Sorry for bringing it up, Myanmor.” Sgt. Wolf said hastily to cover himself. “I’m just trying to figure out what happened to you. If you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t.”

               Myanmor nodded his assent, the anger fading away and back to the sad but friendly side Sgt. Wolf was far more comfortable with. Sgt. Wolf’s tail flicked in relief, and he decided to sit down on the ground as he talked to Myanmor. He pulled out a tuber, and began to chew on it.

               “Did you have a family?” Sgt. Wolf asked. Myanmor shook his head no.

               “Was an orphan.” He said after a while of struggles. “Never knew family. Figure that’s why they got me.”

               “And you escaped from where they took you?” Sgt. Wolf guessed, and was not to surprised when Myanmor nodded.

               “I did. Ran for days, kept running for months. Found this forest. Settled in. Hunted. Just wanted to survive. Lost the track of time. Rrrrrgg… may have been out here longer than ten years. Or less.” Myanmor gazed at Sgt. Wolf. “What day is it now?”

               “It’s the 5th of August, 2015.”

               “Then it was 12 years I think. I was thriteen years old when they took me. Rrrggg… What about you… why are you what you are? A werewolf?”

               Sgt Wolf sighed, and frowned at that question. Funny though, he thought, how both of them were taken in and had something cruel done to them.

               “A werewolf named Scartooth found me, and was about to kill me until his friend, Alteros, said for him to instead make me a werewolf like them. So they did.” He shook his head, and continued, “After that, they began trying to get me to join them, and I nearly did. The two of them were pretty persuasive. But, I did not forget what Scartooth originally wanted to do to me, and then I saw how twisted they were after seeing what they did to other humans.IT I refused, and ran. They still are hunting me down, to kill me or maybe even to break me. It’s a lot like what you are going through, I’m sure.”

               Myanmor nodded at that, smiling a bit. “It’s something to relate to, thankfully…”

               Sgt. Wolf waited for Myanmor to say something more, but he didn’t. And from the looks of him, he seemed distressed and worried.

               “Myanmor, what is it?”

               “I…. I’m hoping you will help me.” Myanmor said hesitantly, looking at you.

               “Well, with what Myanmor?”

               “It’s a pretty big request. I…. I’m hoping you will stay with me for a long time, until I can regain the humanity I lost. I feel like I’m losing myself every day, bits and pieces of who I am. I mean, look how long it is taking for me to even say this…” he said, after nearly thirty minutes of struggling to get his words through.

               “So…” Sgt. Wolf said, to clarify, looking at Myanmor with disbelief, “You want me to tutor you how to be human. Is that correct?”

               Myanmor nodded slowly. “And to finally have a friend after so long. To have someone to talk to.”

               “Look Myanmor, I can’t stay out here for as long as I’m thinking it will take for you to regain your humanity. I don’t have that time. I need to get home.”

               “I’ll learn quickly! Please, stay. I haven’t met anyone for so long. I want to be me again. I don’t want to become the slavering beast you thought I was when you woke up.”

               Sgt. Wolf’s ears drooped when he heard that. So he did see that fear, and it made him feel rotten for judging him so harshly. “Yeah, I did, but not anymore I don’t.”

               Myanmor did not seemed consoled by this. “I still see that you are scared of me. I smell it quite literally…. Rrrrggg….” He frowned, and tried looking as unintimidating as possible. “I’m not going to hurt you, I just want a friend. I just want to be human once again.” He started to plead a bit, gazing into Sgt. Wolf’s green eyes sadly.

               “Myanmor…” Sgt. Wolf hesitated. He wanted to say no. He wanted to get out of here and escape. He wanted to return back to the life he was comfortable with. But… looking at this individual, this poor soul, he felt incredibly selfish to just leave him. Besides… he didn’t know what would happen if Myanmor heard him say no? Would that feral side he saw in him take over?

               “I will help you…. But only for a month. And if I’m going to help you, you need to help me get food. I won’t eat meat, and that means taking me to the town to get what I need before I help you.”

               “And if I do this, you won’t run from me, will you?”

               Sgt. Wolf thought for a space of time. “I will not, Myanmor.” He frowned, and then sighed. “I promise, and I always keep my promises.”

A little story I did for my friend :iconpikminpedia: I enjoyed writing it, and I hope that all of you enjoy the story as well. There may be more coming if you all enjoy it!
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LoneLycaon's avatar
That's a really nice story to introduce the characters. I've had fun reading it! Nice work Myan :)