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Revival of the Irish Wolfhound
The Irish wolfhound is a persistent symbol of ancient Celtic nobility and integrity. By the middle of the 19th century the original Irish wolfhound had all but disappeared, along with its foe the Irish wolf, and no one really had a clear idea of what it had looked like in its heyday. Around this time, however, it became the beneficiary of an obsession on the part of an Englishman named Captain…
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Ooooh~ In that case, could I request a story where his werewolf blood finally awakens? Like, maybe something happens with the other Septics and it triggers his first change as a defense mechanism. Maybe the reader had taken him to meet one of them since he worships the wereseptics but like either they're badly hurt and acting feral because of it and the shift happens to protect him and the reader. Or maybe hunters show up and the shift happens to help him fight back.
Sorry this took forever! But I finally got it finished! ^^
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“A-Are ya sure I won’t be botherin’ ‘em?”
“Of course not, Shawn.” You reassured the worrisome artisan, gently taking his hand and guiding him through the dark forest. Some faint growls resonated in the air, although you recognized them as Anti’s, so it wasn’t unusual.
Shawn’s breath hitched slightly as he heard the sounds, but he took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He knew they wouldn’t hurt him for no reason, yet it was hard for him to shake his fear of them at times..despite being devoted to them .
After all, they were like gods to him. And they were something to both love and fear.
Eventually, you both arrived to a clearing…where the scenery looked like a bloody battlefield. Your eyes widened in shock as you looked around, before spotting Anti limping around in his werepanther form.
His ankles and tail appeared bloody, with his fur messy and shredded. Not too far from him was some kind of metal trap full of sharp iron teeth. Judging from that, it was easy to put two and two together.
“Stay here, Shawn.” You warned the artisan. “He might be feral right now. I’ll try to calm him.”
Nodding, Shawn nervously watched as you walked towards Anti. Then you clicked your tongue softly, causing him to snap his head over to you, his eyes glowing greenish-yellow in the dark.
“Hey, Anti. It’s me..” You gently put your hands up to show him you were unarmed. “You’re hurt. But it’s okay now-”
He cut you off with a sharp growl, going down on all fours. Before you could even try to run, in the blink of an eye you found yourself being pinned down by the beast.
“AH!” You put your hands out, grabbing his snout as he tried to bite your face. He just kept growing and snarling angrily, obviously not letting up. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Shawn’s terrified face. “SHAWN, RUN!”
“No! I won’t abandon you!” He shouted back, although he realized his voice was starting to deepen on the last few words. With wide eyes he put a hand to his throat, staring at you.
At that point, Anti ceased his attack and glanced up at him, lips curling into a snarl as he stood up. You coughed and got up slowly, before you turned around to see Shawn collapsing to the ground, hugging himself.
And that’s when it happened.
Suddenly, grayish-brown fur began appearing on his arms, fingernails falling off and being replaced with sharp claws. He cried out in agony as he clutched his face, feeling his nose and mouth start to protrude into a snout, becoming full of sharp canines.
Both you and Anti looked on in both awe and shock as Shawn’s clothes ripped during the final stages of his transformation.
And when it was all done..in his place stood an Irish Werewolf, black splotches covering his body. His eyes opened to reveal bright emerald-green ones, before he reared his head back to howl at the moon.
“So yer one of us now. About time.”
Glancing back, you saw Anti was in his human form again, smirking. But when Shawn growled and walked over to embrace you tightly, he took a step back, putting his hands up in defense. “Look I’m sorry, alright? To both of ya..” He muttered almost guiltily. “But..that’s all it took to awaken that lycan blood in ya, huh?”
“I guess so.” You nodded, looking up and rubbing the werewolf’s snout. He grumbled softly and nuzzled you, before he sat down in the grass, cradling you in his lap.
With a smile you petted his fur, chuckling as he huffed. “The others will be excited to hear about this.”
Revival of the Irish Wolfhound
Revival of the Irish Wolfhound
The Irish wolfhound is a persistent symbol of ancient Celtic nobility and integrity. By the middle of the 19th century the original Irish wolfhound had all but disappeared, along with its foe the Irish wolf, and no one really had a clear idea of what it had looked like in its heyday. Around this time, however, it became the beneficiary of an obsession on the part of an Englishman named Captain…
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Revival of the Irish Wolfhound
Revival of the Irish Wolfhound
The Irish wolfhound is a persistent symbol of ancient Celtic nobility and integrity. By the middle of the 19th century the original Irish wolfhound had all but disappeared, along with its foe the Irish wolf, and no one really had a clear idea of what it had looked like in its heyday. Around this time, however, it became the beneficiary of an obsession on the part of an Englishman named Captain…
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