You thought you had lost all hope

Trapped in a small empty room by thugs planning to use you for extortion, and all you could do was wait for your inevitable demise. No one was going to listen to their demands. No one was going to save you. Your fate was sealed, you were sure of it. All you could do was weep.

Suddenly, shots rang out from the nearby rooms. Screams and yells were barely audible over conventional firearms going off. All you could do was guess what was going on. A raid? A rescue operation? An opposing gang? You couldn't tell. You hide in a corner, curled up. You were scared. You didn't want to die. But it seemed that death might be closer than you thought.

Then, what was once a heavy scuffle turned quieter than a graveyard. It was over before it barely started. But the silence wasn't a relief... it was deafening. It was unbearable. You wanted something... A sign, a voice, a call, a mark. Anything. Just as you were wishing, you heard... footsteps. Not normal ones. Big, heavy footsteps. You froze like a statue, not even daring to breathe. They were getting closer, and closer... and then stopped.

You watch in horror as the doorknob gets ripped off the door, forcing the door open and letting the beast inside. And you see him. A large, muscular wolf 12 feet tall. But not just any wolf; he was one made of pure metal, shining in the pale light of a single ceiling light. He looked beatial in nature, like a werewolf. He had a large mane of "fur". He had multiple spikes on his back. But most striking of all, was his hands: The left one had large claws like daggers, their edges sharp, reflections clear. The left hand, morphed into a massive 5-barreled minigun, a terrifying weapon of destruction, and he wielded it like it was nothing. You watch in horror as the steel wolf approaches you. You hide your face with your hands and curl up, whimpering. Death had come, in the form of a steel-clad reaper.

Or so you thought.

Instead, you felt your body being grasped and pulled over. You felt your body being pressed against something soft, and immeasurably smooth. You hear a voice, a deep one, blunt, but with a hint of warmth:

"Do not worry. You're safe now in my paws."

You opened your eyes, and found yourself pressed against the muscular chest of the massive steel wolf. You look up and see his face staring back, blank eyes conveying a sort of warmth.

"Don't be afraid. It will be alright." He said, pressing you against his chest.

And you believed it.

This was a suprise gift from Bonjo again! Holy shit do I have a lot to say about this one. I mean look at him, he looks so strong and intimidating! And those back spikes! Those will no doubt be a staple of Metal-Born appearances. And how can I forget those massive knife-like claws and minigun? It's all just so well made I think I'm gonna pass out xwx

He may look intimidating, but he is protective, striking comfort and reassurance into those he cares deeply about. Undoubtedly an amazing friend and guardian!

Art made by Wirwik! Go fav the original! https://www.deviantart.com/monstrou.....ter-1019712563

Gifted by Bonjolasermaster!

Wolfy, of course, belongs to me!