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Well it's my first story in awhile ^^ I hope you all enjoy and i will be writing chapter 2 soon. one thing to note is that I kinda... changed my main character around a bit... he's a human (for) now ^_^ In any case I really hope you guys like this as always critique is welcome just keep the rudeness down please this is the first story I've written in awhile and I know i'm kinda rusty.
Awakening
Groaning as he slowly came back to consciousness Arin could feel the gentle breeze on his face. He could feel the warm sunshine on his face as he laid in the warm patch of grass… wait… grass?!
Opening his eyes the young man sat up instantly regretting the decision. A huge jolt of pain shot up from his waist as he laid back down. Well… moving was out of the question for awhile. He had however gotten a look around a bit.
He was sitting in the middle of a field surrounded by white flowers. How in the world did he get here?
The last thing he remembered he had been walking through the city to a meeting about getting the book he had been writing published. Feeling around a bit he was glad to feel he still had his bag with him with what felt like all of its contents.
A rustling sound caught his attention as he looked up seeing the bushes moving on the edge of the field. Stepping out of the bushes was a large white wolf and large might have been an understatement. ‘
It stood almost 12 feet tall on two legs. It appeared to be able to walk as it strode over to the young human. It’s nose twitching as it sniffed a low growl coming from it’s throat.
Arin looked in near shock at the beast towering above him. All he could do was try to scream though only a small squeak came out. What on earth was this thing!? Trying again to move he was met with a resounding shock to his body enough to make him cough up a rather large amount of blood.
His insides felt like they were on fire. As he heard the wolf close in on him he felt his body tremble with fear. Not two minutes after waking in this new place and he was wolf chow. Feeling his body betray him he heard the sound of water rushing as he wet himself out of fear.
The growling stopped as the giant wolf sniffed the new smell. Stepping back it seemed to look down on the man with confusion in an almost guttural voice it opened it’s maw and spoke.
“Ank shala ma? Manaka mala?”
Arin looked up confused. Was this thing trying to communicate? Gathering up all the courage and strength he could muster he said in a weak and raspy voice.
“Puh-please.. don’t eat.. Me. I need..help. I think I’m dying…”
The strain of even a few words caused his head to spin as he turned and vomited up more blood. His breathing became more labored as his vision began to blur. A shot of pain rang out as the wolf creature gently rolled him onto his back.
A cry of protest as he felt hot breath on his neck as the back of his shirt was lifted into the wolf’s mouth. His first thought before slinking into unconsciousness was that he was about to be chow for the entire pack.
Over the next few days Arin Mason slipped in and out of consciousness whether it be waking up to an immense amount of pain or the feeling of warmth and the sound of a heartbeat lulling him back he wondered just what in the world was happening to him.
Opening his eyes slowly the first thing Arin noticed was a change in attire. He was wearing what could only be described as a tunic. Something he would dress an NPC in one of his games. The brown cloth seemed to come down like a shirt tied loosely with a leather belt. on his feet seemed to be socks made of some sort of hide.
Lifting the tunic a bit he winced in pain as he saw his stomach covered in bandages. Looking a bit farther down he saw something a bit odd. Around his waist seemed to be a large piece of cloth it seemed thick and spongy and it was pulled tight against him. Holding it together seemed to be a few sharp sticks almost chopstick like… It almost seemed like he was wearing…
“Is this some kind of…diaper?”
Blushing profusely he looked around the room he was in. It was dark a dark stone room lit dimly by what appeared to be bits of illuminated stone. A large wooden door sat to one side of the room. Laying back on his warm comfy bedding he wondered what material it was. Soft and fuzzy as he laid his head on it to rest.
‘thump thump..thump thump..’
That was a…heartbeat? Looking up Arin nearly gasped as his eyes fell on the very wolf that he saw in the field sleeping gently under him. Looking at the beast he noticed a few things he missed before in his pain induced state.
Unless his anatomy was wrong it was quite clearly a female judging by the size of the breasts his head was currently….resting…on…
In a flash the boy jumped up blushing profusely as his movement woke the creature. She stirred a bit opening her green eyes and looking down sleepily at him. As their eyes met she shot up holding him close to her and sniffing him all over. She seemed to be checking him for injuries.
After she seemed satisfied that he was alright she started out of the room. Holding him gently too her chest he took this time to look around. They seemed to be in a cave of some sort. Passing by a few other wolf creatures holding what appeared to be pups Arin blushed realizing they were about the same size as him.
Walking into a room that appeared to stick out like a sore thumb to the rest of the places he’d been. They appeared to be in some sort of throne room. And sitting atop the golden throne appeared to be a very old wolf his fur was a shiny silver and his left eye was closed shut by a gigantic scar.
Cowering back into the wolf maidens breast Arin trembled a bit. This must be where they end it for him. And he didn’t even get his book published! It was then that the wolf carrying him knelt on one knee showing her respects to this wolf king.
And the next thing Arin heard made his eyes nearly bug out of his head. The king rose from his throne and came to stand by the pair as he knelt and took a long sniff he opened his jaws…and spoke.
“Young one. You are not fae nor are you with fur. Your body is near clean of a mane besides the top of your head and sparse around your body. What on Ensla are you.”
Awakening
Groaning as he slowly came back to consciousness Arin could feel the gentle breeze on his face. He could feel the warm sunshine on his face as he laid in the warm patch of grass… wait… grass?!
Opening his eyes the young man sat up instantly regretting the decision. A huge jolt of pain shot up from his waist as he laid back down. Well… moving was out of the question for awhile. He had however gotten a look around a bit.
He was sitting in the middle of a field surrounded by white flowers. How in the world did he get here?
The last thing he remembered he had been walking through the city to a meeting about getting the book he had been writing published. Feeling around a bit he was glad to feel he still had his bag with him with what felt like all of its contents.
A rustling sound caught his attention as he looked up seeing the bushes moving on the edge of the field. Stepping out of the bushes was a large white wolf and large might have been an understatement. ‘
It stood almost 12 feet tall on two legs. It appeared to be able to walk as it strode over to the young human. It’s nose twitching as it sniffed a low growl coming from it’s throat.
Arin looked in near shock at the beast towering above him. All he could do was try to scream though only a small squeak came out. What on earth was this thing!? Trying again to move he was met with a resounding shock to his body enough to make him cough up a rather large amount of blood.
His insides felt like they were on fire. As he heard the wolf close in on him he felt his body tremble with fear. Not two minutes after waking in this new place and he was wolf chow. Feeling his body betray him he heard the sound of water rushing as he wet himself out of fear.
The growling stopped as the giant wolf sniffed the new smell. Stepping back it seemed to look down on the man with confusion in an almost guttural voice it opened it’s maw and spoke.
“Ank shala ma? Manaka mala?”
Arin looked up confused. Was this thing trying to communicate? Gathering up all the courage and strength he could muster he said in a weak and raspy voice.
“Puh-please.. don’t eat.. Me. I need..help. I think I’m dying…”
The strain of even a few words caused his head to spin as he turned and vomited up more blood. His breathing became more labored as his vision began to blur. A shot of pain rang out as the wolf creature gently rolled him onto his back.
A cry of protest as he felt hot breath on his neck as the back of his shirt was lifted into the wolf’s mouth. His first thought before slinking into unconsciousness was that he was about to be chow for the entire pack.
Over the next few days Arin Mason slipped in and out of consciousness whether it be waking up to an immense amount of pain or the feeling of warmth and the sound of a heartbeat lulling him back he wondered just what in the world was happening to him.
Opening his eyes slowly the first thing Arin noticed was a change in attire. He was wearing what could only be described as a tunic. Something he would dress an NPC in one of his games. The brown cloth seemed to come down like a shirt tied loosely with a leather belt. on his feet seemed to be socks made of some sort of hide.
Lifting the tunic a bit he winced in pain as he saw his stomach covered in bandages. Looking a bit farther down he saw something a bit odd. Around his waist seemed to be a large piece of cloth it seemed thick and spongy and it was pulled tight against him. Holding it together seemed to be a few sharp sticks almost chopstick like… It almost seemed like he was wearing…
“Is this some kind of…diaper?”
Blushing profusely he looked around the room he was in. It was dark a dark stone room lit dimly by what appeared to be bits of illuminated stone. A large wooden door sat to one side of the room. Laying back on his warm comfy bedding he wondered what material it was. Soft and fuzzy as he laid his head on it to rest.
‘thump thump..thump thump..’
That was a…heartbeat? Looking up Arin nearly gasped as his eyes fell on the very wolf that he saw in the field sleeping gently under him. Looking at the beast he noticed a few things he missed before in his pain induced state.
Unless his anatomy was wrong it was quite clearly a female judging by the size of the breasts his head was currently….resting…on…
In a flash the boy jumped up blushing profusely as his movement woke the creature. She stirred a bit opening her green eyes and looking down sleepily at him. As their eyes met she shot up holding him close to her and sniffing him all over. She seemed to be checking him for injuries.
After she seemed satisfied that he was alright she started out of the room. Holding him gently too her chest he took this time to look around. They seemed to be in a cave of some sort. Passing by a few other wolf creatures holding what appeared to be pups Arin blushed realizing they were about the same size as him.
Walking into a room that appeared to stick out like a sore thumb to the rest of the places he’d been. They appeared to be in some sort of throne room. And sitting atop the golden throne appeared to be a very old wolf his fur was a shiny silver and his left eye was closed shut by a gigantic scar.
Cowering back into the wolf maidens breast Arin trembled a bit. This must be where they end it for him. And he didn’t even get his book published! It was then that the wolf carrying him knelt on one knee showing her respects to this wolf king.
And the next thing Arin heard made his eyes nearly bug out of his head. The king rose from his throne and came to stand by the pair as he knelt and took a long sniff he opened his jaws…and spoke.
“Young one. You are not fae nor are you with fur. Your body is near clean of a mane besides the top of your head and sparse around your body. What on Ensla are you.”
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I like where this is going, you're off to a good start.
Constructive (?) criticism:
"A cry of protest as he felt hot breath on his neck as the back of his shirt was lifted into the wolf’s mouth."
1) That's a lot of as for one sentence (you use a lot of 'as' in general, 21 times to be exact, I think it might be a good idea to use some other construction. Like while or meanwhile)
2) 'A cry of protest' doesn't seem to have any verb associated to it.
Constructive (?) criticism:
"A cry of protest as he felt hot breath on his neck as the back of his shirt was lifted into the wolf’s mouth."
1) That's a lot of as for one sentence (you use a lot of 'as' in general, 21 times to be exact, I think it might be a good idea to use some other construction. Like while or meanwhile)
2) 'A cry of protest' doesn't seem to have any verb associated to it.
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