#were!ven

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Every now and then I have to indulge in my first true son Art by @aquadark

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Was she sleep? The wolf's ears pinned back as his crimson gaze fell upon the woman dozing off on his couch. Ven couldn't stop the shifting, finding it too much to hold back yet his wolf wasn't violent this evening. A disquiet he couldn't figure out as it prowled the room. It was more focused on Alice, a strange urge of protective he hardly understood. No urge to hunt, no urge to break free and roam. It was content enough to settle down at the foot of the couch, claw patting the ground for something. The TV was still on, the buzzing sound of static and laughter from a comedy show grating his ears. But the remote was still in her grasp. Without so much thinking, his muzzle pressed against her palm, teeth reaching- "Ven..?" The wolf stilled at her groggy voice. Her hand moved, shuffling through his shaggy fur. A pleasant feeling that even made the TV all the more tolerable to deal with. As long as she didn't stop with those fingers shelving through his fur, his tail quietly thumping on the floor. "Go to sleep," she murmured, her own voice thick with sleep.

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The noble head of the wolf leaning into her touch, her hands caressing his muzzle, his scuff. Making a rumbling noise in his throat, he relaxed, his ears pinning against his skull as her fingers brushed the top of head, his ears. "Funny. I never thought of owning a dog before. Too much trouble for me. But you are... sort of a dog," she mused, her hands sinking into his fur, fascinated by the silver strands lacing with the ebony. A perfect blend. His blue gaze narrowed before he rolled his eyes, a coughing bark leaving him. His look said it all. "Well you do belong to me right? No other girls I need to know about?" She asked this sharply, the very thought agitating her. He shook his enormous head, leaning in closer, his head pressing against her chest. "I'll take that as a no~"

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Carter heaved a sigh, picking up the discarded torn shreds of clothing on the ground. “At least he made it into the woods, I’ll give him that much,” he muttered, lifting the sack in his hand to strap over his shoulder. Flashlight in hand, he flashed the beam of light over the area.

“If I was a giant furry wolf, where would I go?” The light landed on more clothing scattered about. He could scarcely hear his cat whisper in his ear, warning him to be cautious but Carter wasn’t the least bit afraid. More annoyed than concern. “I told that big idiot to chain himself up if he worried about the wolf getting out. Now I have to clean up this mess,” he sighed, picking up the pieces as he followed the trail.

His light landed on a hunched figure, much too big to be anything other than the beast he search for. If the red eyes contacting in the light wasn’t enough to tip him off. An ominous growl as Carter approached, baring sharp fangs.

Carter rolled his eyes, reaching into his sack. A prime piece of red steak dangled in his hand, something he knew this beast wouldn’t resist, noticing the black bushy tail of it wagging.

“C'mon I don’t have time to be chas- Oof!” He fell the wind get knocked out of him as the wolf tackled him on the ground. Ripping the steak from his hold, the wolf devoured it like it had eaten in days. “Yeah eat up. There’s more back at home if you want some.” He reached, only to be ward off by a snarl.

Carter gave a snarl of his own, grabbing ahold the wolf’s muzzle. Glaring into its eyes, he growled, “I don’t have time for your shit today, Ven. It’s half past midnight and I’m fucking tired. NOW HURRY UP AND CHANGE BACK SO I CAN CHANGE OUT MY DAMN CLOTHES!” He shouted, the wolf backing away with a low whine. “WE HAVE A FINAL TOMORROW. C'MON MAN! I’M NOT FAILING BECAUSE OF YOU!”

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"I expected to be dog sitting but not this...," Carter groaned, trying his best to remain at ease. It was difficult with what a panting beast looming over his shoulder. Surprisingly his cat didn't put up too much of a fuss with the giant wolf's head on his shoulder. No doubt it was exhaustef by the moon's fullness. Crimson eyes wide alert, the wolf was content with using him as a makeshift pillow, full weight pressing against his back. "You're too heavy for this... You're like a giant puppy," Carter complained, moving to alleviate the pressure some. He never understood Ven's overzealous precautions. The wolf next to him was rather tamed but he knew. The second he relaxed his guard, it would bolt out the window to go on a prowl. If not, hunt. "I have all night, bud," he grinned, confident. He could feel the wolf's displeasure, a rumbling growl.

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There’s a predator prowling the night. Hungry he is. Don’t touch les you want to lose a hand to this devourer…

A Were!Ven commission I asked for recently! Aaahyuscrazed.

Art by @z0mbiraptor

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His ears flickered, swiveling about as if seeking. He heard a small feet scurrying beneath the snow. Letting go of his hold of her hand, he dropped on all fours, his nose pressed close to the snow. He shuffled carefully, hoping not to frighten what was hidden. It was right... here! He acted on instinct, a small hop, muzzle piercing through the thick snow with a large snap. He lifted his noble head with nothing to show for it, only snow packed in his furry mane and jaws. With a growl, he spat, shaking vigorously of the snowflakes that nestled its way in his fur. He glared at the sound of scurrying rushing away, his opportunity missed only to hear her small giggling at his failure. A large snort from the wolf, flustered by his mistake. He won't miss a second time.

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He cautiously stepped out in the world, tail tucked somewhat between his shaky legs. He was still unaccustomed to standing with these legs, sharp claws using the wall as a support. This time it was… different. Instincts weren’t clamoring in his mind, telling him to hunt and pursue the ever lingering scent that made him salivate at times. No. It was calm, eerily so. Even the beast that prowled in his mind was quiet when normally it tried to fight for control.

His crimson gaze narrowed, inhaling the fresh scent in the air. Clear, crisp, nothing polluting the fresh mountain air. He wanted to sigh, to breathe deep once again to take in the calm sincerity of the scene. Only he sensed a presence beside him, patiently awaiting for him to continue forward. Maybe it was her quieting down the instincts to nothingness. If it was, he needed her, fearful of what her absence may do to him.

Her gaze looked into his worrying one, a single hand outreach for him to take. Without hesitation, his paw, his claw enveloped hers, following her small footsteps with big paw prints of his own.