Feral Blood
@joyxadv
This is an embarrassing situation. He’s used to getting into fight- dog fights. It’s not like he’s the greatest guy in the world. Occasionally a couple of other dogs corner him and he’ll beat them down. By the end of it the other dogs are running away with their tails between their legs and he’s standing around angry and wanting to head home. That’s the way it always goes.
Well, except for today. Today’s sort of different.
He’s sitting in the alley in human form- clothes torn and blood hitting the snow and causing it to steam. Come to think of it, his whole body is steaming where ever the injuries are. He’s got bite marks here and there and would even begin to start to pick himself up if he could. Bringing humans to a dog fight just isn’t fair. He pushes his palm further against his forehead. He just wants to stop that weird ringing in his ears. That stupid thing made a horribly loud noise. It’s ridiculously hard to think. It’s even harder to move.
So he sort of got mugged. The guy who mugged him just always happened to have some dogs- angry dogs. The dogs attacked first because they didn’t like him being in their area or whatever. He’s not particularly keen on why they decided to use him as a human chew toy. He had just been wandering the city in human form to buy some more clothes. Yeah, he got off track and wandered into this alley, which was probably a mistake, but could he really be faulted for that? The high strung mutts had jumped his completely out of nowhere and he’s really freezing out here. The alley’s got enough spots of blood in it that he’s pretty sure it looks like a scene out of a horror movie, but he’s not really savvy to those in the first place. He growls to himself.
Why did that guy come anyway? There were five dogs. Wasn’t that enough? All five of the mongrels were biting and clawing him like he could actually fight back as a human and then that idiot with the gun showed up and bang. Literally.
No, he didn’t get shot. At least he thinks he didn’t get shot. He just had to deal with the noise the stupid thing made and that alone was enough to put him on the ground howling and covering his ears. The dogs who had started the whole mess were still persistent and wrecked most of his clothes before their gun wielding owner finally called them off. The guy look official- like some sort a gang leader or something. Jiyong’s not sure. He has no way of identifying what the difference between one guy in a somewhat nice top and tie is from the others he’s seen. For all he knows, that guy could’ve been just another citizen who happens to own a pistol.
Whatever. How he got here is really not a major part of his concern right now. His clothes are wrecked, he’s bleeding, his ears are still ringing, and it’s feels like he’s going to freeze to death if he doesn’t move already. He pushes himself closer to the alley wall and lets out a whimper. Yeah... Moving. That’s real simple.
He’ll just... wait around here for a bit. When his head stops spinning and he regains his baring he’ll have to head home... Hopefully Minhyuk doesn’t spot him. The last thing he needs is to get questioned by that idiot.
