Silva Dragonov
The black thing started to grow and stretched his mouth, resisting his maw with herculean strength. Slowly prying it open, the creature struggled to keep the world from falling down on him once more while Silva’s otherworldly jaws slammed down with the might of a monstrous fiend over and over again in order to grind him into paste . Both beasts wrestled for domination, but because of that contest of might, his guard was now lowered. It wasn’t his choice, it’s just that his body couldn’t both dodge and fend off the dog at once, not in such a position.
He did not even notice the girl until he felt the first few pellets hit his body. His reflexes quickly caught up, and in a desperate attempt the beast shook violently to use his massive murderous steak as a shield while trying to get him away from him.
He wouldn’t lose, not like this! He was invincible, unkillable, UNTOUCHABLE!!!!!! THESE MONGRELS SHOULD NOT EVEN BE ABLE TO GRAZE HIM LIKE THE TRASH THEY WERE!! HE WAS SILVA DRAGONOV, THE NOTORIOUS DOG!!! HE WOULD TEAR THEM APART AND CHEW THEIR BONES UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT TO CONSUME!!! HE WOULD ANNIHALATE THEM!!!!
As the homing bullet came, his body quickly intercepted it with the meat shield, but his bulk did not do. Both hounds were cleanly pierced by the pellet of sure death! It couldn’t be, he-
The monster let out a chilling pained howl that made the warehouse shake, a stream of blood choking him as his body began to crumble. Agonized moans and whimpers escaped it as it fell. His hairs trembled, but there was no longer fear in his eyes. Nothing more than grim acceptance as the rope swirled around him, almost as if he embraced his death.
Number 100293 had been a special case among the recruits. You see, unlike the others, he had not been recruited as a soldier, but selected as a test experiment. His youth had mostly been surrounded by the same white walls. The researchers, they sought to understand the secret behind his reflexes. They…. They hurt him. They touched him in ways one should never be touched, tormenting him endlessly to see the limits of his abilities.
That is why from that day onwards, he swore that no one would touch him ever again. He wore eccentric clothing and bright colors to forget those white walls, sought comfort in the arms of men to forget her. He had been struggling to rid himself of his urges, his violent pulsations that made his every thought a violent one.
Thanks to his friends, he had managed to survive this long. They helped him, supported him. He knew that he was not well liked, but he truly fought to be a member of the pack. He was so close to recovering, so close... it wasn’t fair.
The pompadour wearing werewolf was now running as fast as he could, his face filled with nothing but distress. The wind ruined his flawless hair, but he didn’t care anymore. Only one thought crossed his mind, one single thought.
“Little bro… be safe.”