nightray
The Nighte is my home
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I walk through the campus slowly, my eyes darting everywhere, nervous at being around so many humans, tension building in my muscles. The instinct to avoid them is strong in me, being taught from my birth that humans may be beneath us, but are dangerous. I know better myself. The humans follow a different path then my kind do, but they have also advanced so much more – they cover the earth now whereas my kind are few. I’ve heard of packs living in the larger cities, feeding off of the humans. They live in secret, are strong in number and in money, the advantages we have making it easier to make the money. Those roomers say that most of their money comes from doing things that the humans consider illegal.
I move as quietly as the wolf that I am, slipping through the crowds of people like a shadow, barely noticed or remembered. This is the first time any of my pack has gone to the college – or any school for that mater. I went against the Alpha’s better judgment. He doesn’t think that we need to learn the way of the human that we should just stay in the woods and farms away from them. But I know better – they’re encroaching on our territory with every passing year.
The Alpha has grudgingly let me go manly because he doesn’t want to force a fight with me I’m larger then him in all forms and if I wanted to I could take his spot as leader. Most of the pack expects me to do so soon, but I don’t wish to be alpha I’ve never been too enthused at taking the leadership of anything. I know that I will have to take it though or leave the pack for eventually the fight will be foresed, for he can’t stand and watch others bow to me over him as they’re already beginning to do.
I take a deep breath, sneezing at the influx of strange smells. I’m used to the clean, pure scent of the woods – not this dirty smell of fumes from the cars and trucks, the pollution even here is plain to my sensitive nose. I growl trying to finger out how the city wolfs stand it, for surely its worse in the lager cities. I slip into one of the buildings, squinting at the harsh unnatural light coming from the florescent lighting. The high school that I went to was not as bad the smell was cleaner thou the lighting was simuler. The main thing though is there weren’t so many humans. There was even a few wolf’s from other packs who had the same idea as me. None went further, having had enough of the humans. I on the other hand was fascinated with them. I’ve always had an insatiable curiosity and school helps quench that thirst.
As I walk slowly through the halls, my ears twitch imperceptibly at every little sound and my nose wrinkles at the different smells filtering through it – processing them most of them as new and distinctly strange to me. I finally find my classroom, stepping in, looking around a bit hesitantly, then moving to sit in the back corner opposite the door. I slouch in my seat and watch as the students filter in slowly, most of them seeming to be about my age with a few older once sprinkled here and there.
I take a deep breath as the students walk in, getting their scent and storing it for later reference. The scents vary, from clean and fresh like the woods to the stench of drugs and alcohol. I curl my lip, my nose recoiling at those scents. I know these scents well –they were common even in the country. We even had to kick a few of our pack out, even coming to killing a few for it, as they were dangers to us – potentially exposing us or hurting us directly.
I slowly turn to the front of the room as the teacher walks in, the scent of old paper wafting from him. He’s hunched over slightly like he spent most of his time at a table reading – which would explain the scent. I sit and listen as he goes over the course and what he expects from us. I smile thinking that this would be easy – I had breezed threw high school with out opening a book. As I listen to the man talk, I can hear the conversions of others in the room whispering even though they’re on the other side of the room. I shake my head slightly at the nonsense that they are discussing rather then listening to the teacher. If I was teaching I would have them on the floor whimpering for forgiveness for the offense of talking while I was speaking.
I sigh then, softly, as reality hit. Even if I was a teacher here, I couldn’t do that – they would sue me for assault, or worse if they suspected what I truly am. I lean back in my chair, doing my best to block out the annoying buzzing of the others focusing on the teachers’ words absorbing them. I don’t take notes as I’ve learned to remember what someone said since I was a pup. That is how we learn our history – by listening to the elders tell their stories. We have learned to regret forgetting anything.
The day moves slowly, but that’s alright – I’m learning. I can put up with almost anything as long as thers a leon involved. The classes I chose for the first sumester are just the prerexs as I’m not sher what I wish to majer in yet so might as well get threw the classes that need taking any way. I glide threw the day almost in a haz as I begin to realiz that this was going to be harder then I had first thout, I realiz tht I wuld achily need to devote time and effert in to it, This far from disceregis me it exits me I love challenges and this was going to be a challeng.
As I step out from my last class that had a particularly annoying group of pups in it I’m staggered by one of them slamming his shoulder into me from behind. I growl turning to him, my eyes burning with irritation and anger. I narrow my eyes as he smirks at me. I meet his eyes with my own not backing down my eye hard and unforgiving something seeming to burn in there depths the faint flicks of gold in the iruses glinting in the harsh light. The guy steps back involuntarily at what he sees in them, swallowing with a fear he’s not used to fealing. I sneer in contempt – he was nothing but a bully hoping to make him self feel better by causing another pain.
I turn my back on him and walk away, my back straight and my stride long and fluid. My ears twitch as they hear the guy’s friends taunting him for backing down. I growl softly, shaking my head. If they don’t stop they’ll force him to do some thing stupid. I sigh then lengthening my stride. For I new if he did try some thing and was stupid enough to corner me he would most likely die a very painful death, For if he pushes me to far I will change – and if I change under pressure I will not be able to control what I do and, the next day, the newspaper would have a mysterious wild animal attack to report on.
I pull the collar of my leather coat up around my neck as the cool fall air hits me. I take a deep breath, taking in the scents, the cool crisp air invigorating. I move slowly to the beat up pickup sitting in the parking lot throwing my bag in the back. I stop tilting my head as I hear the footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder at the guys that followed me out of the building. I smile an evil little smile. So they want to corner me after all? I may not want to fight or kill but I wont back down from it either. I shrug and walk past my truck heading in to the park across from the campus.
I move quickly and easily hoping to loss them before some thing happened that I would regret. It wouldn’t do for me to kill anyone on my first day of college, it just wouldn’t do at all. I meld with the shadows easily, loosing my self in them as the clumsy humans follow. I sneer as they stumble through the woods clumsily, making an ungodly racket. I’m sure they thought they were being quite. I’ve seen a few humans that managed to sneak through the woods stealthily enough, all of them hunters who spent most of there time in the woods. None of these morons are hunters.
I stop in a small clearing, sniffing the air to get a better fix on them before doubling back. I smile an evil little grin as I come up behind one who had stopped and was listening while trying to peer through the deepening shadows. I tap him on the shoulder, smiling wolfishly as he jumps, yelling, turning to face me.
“Looking for some thing?” I ask calmly, my head tilted to one side.
He yells for his friends as he takes a swing at me clumsily – he was still off balance. I easily deflect it, then with a quick jab I double him over, watching as he sinks to his knees before me. I look up as his friend’s come running from his yell. I slip back in to the shadows, slipping quietly between the trees, my hunger for the hunt growing. I growl, shaking my head – I was warned of this; many werewolves found the hunt of humans intoxicating. It was some times a challenge that animals did not provide, as the humans could think and reason well when their fears didn't rule them any way. Besides, even the scent of fear excites us, driving us on.
I begin to move back to the truck to avoid this, not wanting to give in to the urges that are beginning to form in me. As I’m about to step out of the park I notice girls leaning against my truck, watching the woods, snickering and whispering. My ears twich as they pick up a few of their louder whispers, talking about how badly their men would beat me. I growl, my irritation growing to anger, my control of the urge to hunt lessening.
I turn back in to the trees of the park, stripping out of my clothes as I do so as not to ruin them. I find a fallen log, stuffing them under it. I then stand straight looking up in to the darkening sky it’s still early but the days have been growing shorter and shorter with the approach of winter. A growl rumbles from my chest as I begin to change. The snap of bones and ripping sound of sinew tearing. I growl in pain as my face contorts my jaw jutting out my teeth lengthening growing long and sharp. Fur appears on my body as my knees pop and twist. Fingers grow longer, my nails lengthening and growing harder.
I crouch over from the pain as my hearing intensifies along with my sense of smell. I growl, a low rumble seeming to vibrate the air around me. I straighten then, hunched over my head and body larger now, more muscular. Steam appears at the end of my muzzle in the cooling air as I breathe heavily. My ear flicks as I pinpoint the humans, the groans of the one I hit still filling the air now plain to my ears.
I pad off in the diction moving with even less noise now as I glide with a grace that only a born hunter can match. My lips curl in to a savage looking snarl; saliva appears on my muzzle dripping in long rivulets. My eyes seem to glow in the dimming light as I lope up to the group, listening to them complain about losing me so easily, and making remarks about the weakness of their fellow. I let out a growl that they can hear, the scent of sudden fear permeating the woods. One of them swings around wildly looking for the source of the menacing sound, screaming at the sight of large glowing eyes in the shadows watching them. He turns and runs blindly towards the campus screaming all the way. I sneer at the sharp odor of urine as he runs for his life….
"OOC Ok I'm back affter a long absens this is open to any Pm me if your intrested and keep all OOC's to Pm's pleas."
Link to OOC thread
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=280716
I move as quietly as the wolf that I am, slipping through the crowds of people like a shadow, barely noticed or remembered. This is the first time any of my pack has gone to the college – or any school for that mater. I went against the Alpha’s better judgment. He doesn’t think that we need to learn the way of the human that we should just stay in the woods and farms away from them. But I know better – they’re encroaching on our territory with every passing year.
The Alpha has grudgingly let me go manly because he doesn’t want to force a fight with me I’m larger then him in all forms and if I wanted to I could take his spot as leader. Most of the pack expects me to do so soon, but I don’t wish to be alpha I’ve never been too enthused at taking the leadership of anything. I know that I will have to take it though or leave the pack for eventually the fight will be foresed, for he can’t stand and watch others bow to me over him as they’re already beginning to do.
I take a deep breath, sneezing at the influx of strange smells. I’m used to the clean, pure scent of the woods – not this dirty smell of fumes from the cars and trucks, the pollution even here is plain to my sensitive nose. I growl trying to finger out how the city wolfs stand it, for surely its worse in the lager cities. I slip into one of the buildings, squinting at the harsh unnatural light coming from the florescent lighting. The high school that I went to was not as bad the smell was cleaner thou the lighting was simuler. The main thing though is there weren’t so many humans. There was even a few wolf’s from other packs who had the same idea as me. None went further, having had enough of the humans. I on the other hand was fascinated with them. I’ve always had an insatiable curiosity and school helps quench that thirst.
As I walk slowly through the halls, my ears twitch imperceptibly at every little sound and my nose wrinkles at the different smells filtering through it – processing them most of them as new and distinctly strange to me. I finally find my classroom, stepping in, looking around a bit hesitantly, then moving to sit in the back corner opposite the door. I slouch in my seat and watch as the students filter in slowly, most of them seeming to be about my age with a few older once sprinkled here and there.
I take a deep breath as the students walk in, getting their scent and storing it for later reference. The scents vary, from clean and fresh like the woods to the stench of drugs and alcohol. I curl my lip, my nose recoiling at those scents. I know these scents well –they were common even in the country. We even had to kick a few of our pack out, even coming to killing a few for it, as they were dangers to us – potentially exposing us or hurting us directly.
I slowly turn to the front of the room as the teacher walks in, the scent of old paper wafting from him. He’s hunched over slightly like he spent most of his time at a table reading – which would explain the scent. I sit and listen as he goes over the course and what he expects from us. I smile thinking that this would be easy – I had breezed threw high school with out opening a book. As I listen to the man talk, I can hear the conversions of others in the room whispering even though they’re on the other side of the room. I shake my head slightly at the nonsense that they are discussing rather then listening to the teacher. If I was teaching I would have them on the floor whimpering for forgiveness for the offense of talking while I was speaking.
I sigh then, softly, as reality hit. Even if I was a teacher here, I couldn’t do that – they would sue me for assault, or worse if they suspected what I truly am. I lean back in my chair, doing my best to block out the annoying buzzing of the others focusing on the teachers’ words absorbing them. I don’t take notes as I’ve learned to remember what someone said since I was a pup. That is how we learn our history – by listening to the elders tell their stories. We have learned to regret forgetting anything.
The day moves slowly, but that’s alright – I’m learning. I can put up with almost anything as long as thers a leon involved. The classes I chose for the first sumester are just the prerexs as I’m not sher what I wish to majer in yet so might as well get threw the classes that need taking any way. I glide threw the day almost in a haz as I begin to realiz that this was going to be harder then I had first thout, I realiz tht I wuld achily need to devote time and effert in to it, This far from disceregis me it exits me I love challenges and this was going to be a challeng.
As I step out from my last class that had a particularly annoying group of pups in it I’m staggered by one of them slamming his shoulder into me from behind. I growl turning to him, my eyes burning with irritation and anger. I narrow my eyes as he smirks at me. I meet his eyes with my own not backing down my eye hard and unforgiving something seeming to burn in there depths the faint flicks of gold in the iruses glinting in the harsh light. The guy steps back involuntarily at what he sees in them, swallowing with a fear he’s not used to fealing. I sneer in contempt – he was nothing but a bully hoping to make him self feel better by causing another pain.
I turn my back on him and walk away, my back straight and my stride long and fluid. My ears twitch as they hear the guy’s friends taunting him for backing down. I growl softly, shaking my head. If they don’t stop they’ll force him to do some thing stupid. I sigh then lengthening my stride. For I new if he did try some thing and was stupid enough to corner me he would most likely die a very painful death, For if he pushes me to far I will change – and if I change under pressure I will not be able to control what I do and, the next day, the newspaper would have a mysterious wild animal attack to report on.
I pull the collar of my leather coat up around my neck as the cool fall air hits me. I take a deep breath, taking in the scents, the cool crisp air invigorating. I move slowly to the beat up pickup sitting in the parking lot throwing my bag in the back. I stop tilting my head as I hear the footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder at the guys that followed me out of the building. I smile an evil little smile. So they want to corner me after all? I may not want to fight or kill but I wont back down from it either. I shrug and walk past my truck heading in to the park across from the campus.
I move quickly and easily hoping to loss them before some thing happened that I would regret. It wouldn’t do for me to kill anyone on my first day of college, it just wouldn’t do at all. I meld with the shadows easily, loosing my self in them as the clumsy humans follow. I sneer as they stumble through the woods clumsily, making an ungodly racket. I’m sure they thought they were being quite. I’ve seen a few humans that managed to sneak through the woods stealthily enough, all of them hunters who spent most of there time in the woods. None of these morons are hunters.
I stop in a small clearing, sniffing the air to get a better fix on them before doubling back. I smile an evil little grin as I come up behind one who had stopped and was listening while trying to peer through the deepening shadows. I tap him on the shoulder, smiling wolfishly as he jumps, yelling, turning to face me.
“Looking for some thing?” I ask calmly, my head tilted to one side.
He yells for his friends as he takes a swing at me clumsily – he was still off balance. I easily deflect it, then with a quick jab I double him over, watching as he sinks to his knees before me. I look up as his friend’s come running from his yell. I slip back in to the shadows, slipping quietly between the trees, my hunger for the hunt growing. I growl, shaking my head – I was warned of this; many werewolves found the hunt of humans intoxicating. It was some times a challenge that animals did not provide, as the humans could think and reason well when their fears didn't rule them any way. Besides, even the scent of fear excites us, driving us on.
I begin to move back to the truck to avoid this, not wanting to give in to the urges that are beginning to form in me. As I’m about to step out of the park I notice girls leaning against my truck, watching the woods, snickering and whispering. My ears twich as they pick up a few of their louder whispers, talking about how badly their men would beat me. I growl, my irritation growing to anger, my control of the urge to hunt lessening.
I turn back in to the trees of the park, stripping out of my clothes as I do so as not to ruin them. I find a fallen log, stuffing them under it. I then stand straight looking up in to the darkening sky it’s still early but the days have been growing shorter and shorter with the approach of winter. A growl rumbles from my chest as I begin to change. The snap of bones and ripping sound of sinew tearing. I growl in pain as my face contorts my jaw jutting out my teeth lengthening growing long and sharp. Fur appears on my body as my knees pop and twist. Fingers grow longer, my nails lengthening and growing harder.
I crouch over from the pain as my hearing intensifies along with my sense of smell. I growl, a low rumble seeming to vibrate the air around me. I straighten then, hunched over my head and body larger now, more muscular. Steam appears at the end of my muzzle in the cooling air as I breathe heavily. My ear flicks as I pinpoint the humans, the groans of the one I hit still filling the air now plain to my ears.
I pad off in the diction moving with even less noise now as I glide with a grace that only a born hunter can match. My lips curl in to a savage looking snarl; saliva appears on my muzzle dripping in long rivulets. My eyes seem to glow in the dimming light as I lope up to the group, listening to them complain about losing me so easily, and making remarks about the weakness of their fellow. I let out a growl that they can hear, the scent of sudden fear permeating the woods. One of them swings around wildly looking for the source of the menacing sound, screaming at the sight of large glowing eyes in the shadows watching them. He turns and runs blindly towards the campus screaming all the way. I sneer at the sharp odor of urine as he runs for his life….
"OOC Ok I'm back affter a long absens this is open to any Pm me if your intrested and keep all OOC's to Pm's pleas."
Link to OOC thread
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=280716
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