Fox Shifter! Reader x Megafauna Shifters! 141
(Also thinking of calling them hybrids so you will see that word pop up)
Price as a Dragon Shifter (Obviously)
Ghost as a Kraken (Because why the fuck not?)
Soap as a Direwolf (I'm talking…big)
Gaz as a Griffin (Lion, Serpent, Falcon mix)
Them being a very tightnit pack that's been working together for decades since they all have extremely long life spans, and they are NOT welcoming to outsiders.
Laswell (A Hydra Shifter?) ends up with a survivior of another fearsome (Feral) team that somehow managed to survive an attack by various pure-feral (Insane) shifters. You quite literally tore out a lion shifter's throat with your fucking teeth because you were pinned and given no choice.
Since you weren't as big as the rest of your old team, they figured out a way to make you more deadly.
(they full on wolverine'd you.)
Replacing some of your bones with a metal known as zironiam, which has only ever been man-made. It is considered the strongest element on the planet.
Don't ask me how they got it or how they did it, but they did.
They only had enough for your spine, ribs, hands and feet (including claws) and finally, your teeth.
At least, only your canines. So you have razor-sharp, fucking daggers in your mouth that you used to rip apart your enemies.
Your nickname became Silver Fox, because the team thought it was hilarious for someone your age to have that nickname.
Guess they aren't laughing now.
Laswell ends up pulling you from your team after the incident occured and you were the only one left standing in the massacure of both your friends - your family - and the people you had been sent out to slaughter.
She takes you under her wings for a bit, letting you heal and getting you (Mandatory) therapy once a week, with medication from another doctor to help stabilize your moods since you went fucking haywire after someone mentioned that the team deserved to be slaughtered if they couldn't handle a simple pack of ferals.
They weren't just ferals. They were more.
Eventually, after a few months she introduces you to the 141. Everyone, including you is standoffish. You don't want to be there, the team doesn't want to be there, and they especially don't want you there.
She gradually has you go into their circle, starting you off by training with Soap since she knew canine-esque hybrids tended to get along better than others did.
He was heavy, but you were quick.
Dodging and ducking, appearing behind him and using his momentum to your advantage, you managed to make him run in Ghost who was 'Suprivising' the sparring at the time. (He was just there to make sure you wouldn't pull shit on Soap)
Knocking both of them over, you yip in suprise and carefully walk over, ears pinned to your head and tail tucked around your leg, trying to appear as small and unfrightening as possible as you were told to do in case something like this happened.
Ghost groans and shoves Soap off of him gently, getting up and dusting himself off with a glare in your direction.
Soap is still on the floor and shaking so much you're concerend he's having a seizure until he starts howling with laughter.
"Did'ja see that? Little lass knocked us both over and didn't even touch us!" and he's back to wheezing on the ground again.
"Oh, is that what that was?" You heard a deep voice ask from above you, and you look up just in time to see both Price and Gaz glide down from the little alcove they've built into the roof for those with wings.
You had a staring contest with the floor, knowing from what Kate told you 'Don't look him in the eyes until he tells you too, they take it as a threat'
Price let out a deep chuckle as Ghost helped Soap stand up, who was wiping away tears from laughing so hard and breathing heavily.
"Look at me." Price commands, sending a deep, intuistic need to look him in the eyes through your body. It was strong, stronger than even your old pack leader's, and considering he was a Cerabus shifter, that meant something.
You carefully looked up, staring into his golden, almost glowing, eyes and he gently took your face in one of his hands.
Turning your head to the side he pulled back your lips, showing off your silvery canines.
"Is it true you ripped someone's throat out in that fight with only your teeth?"
"Would you like to find out?"
