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Chapter 1
Techno moved quiet and low to the ground. Barely rustling the leaves and grass around him. His large paws light as they glided him through the trees and bushes. His rustic red tinted fur doing nothing to cover the scars the riddle his body. From the scar on his muzzle, to the many more the littered his legs and flank. He was a dying breed. A werewolf. Not many of his kind were left. Hunted, either for pelt, magic, or fighting rings. Techno would not be caught again. He would not have his fate be decided by another again. Not when he carried something precious in his jaws.
Techno had come from a fighting ring. The only survivor of his original pack. Some he himself had to kill to survive. It was not something he was proud of, but Techno had learned a long time aga to never apologize for doing what it took to stay alive. Sane, even. Though he guessed he wasn't truly sane. No one stayed sane, when they wore the blood of others of their kind on their skin. No one stayed sane when it was time to choose to starve or to eat what was given even if it was another werewolfs meat, who had been killed in the Ring. No, Techno was not truly sane, he knew that much.
Long ago, he had accepted that he would die a blood hungry animal made to fight to live. Who knew, that the fool who dared to call himself Techno’s master would be stupid enough to present an unclaimed pup as bait in the ring. Any other blood crazed and broken minded wolf would have killed the poor thing. Thankfully, Techno wasn’t one of them. His mind was not truly that broken like the others. Even if his ring name was called the Blood God. Techno would never hurt a defenseless pup. Pups were rare and treasured. It was safe to say that once his muzzle had been removed. Once the gates opened. Once he smelt the sweet clean milk scent, and once his eyes caught sight of the golden little blue eyed pup leashed in the center of the ring. All bets were off. Something deep within him awoke from its slumber.
He didn’t even remember everything that happened that night. Just a lot of blood. Screaming. Growling. His teeth and claws ripping flesh. Ripping through fur of fellow wolves long broken. The whimpers of the lone pup. Blood coating his fur. He had woken from whatever instinct had been taken hold of him, a free wolf, with his golden pup scruffed in his jaws and the two of them running away from the nightmare that had tried to ruin both their lives.
They have been traveling for days. He and his pup only stopping when the sun would rise, and hide during the day. Along the way he learned his pup was far younger than he first thought. The young pup didn't even know how to communicate, so Techno decided to name him Theseus; Tommy for short. Tommy was a turned wolf, Techno learned, once he found the turning bite on the young ones neck. Not a born wolf like Techno. That meant Tommy was weaker. More so than a normal werwolf. Turned wolves were so unheard of especially that of a child, so young. Techno never bother to learn about what happened to him. About how Tommy ended up bitten and in a werewolf fighting ring. And Tommy didn’t offer any answers, atleast nothing past the puppy yips and whines that a pup his age would make. Tommy couldn't speak wolf yet, and Techno was sure he, himself had long forgotten how to speak in a human tongue. He was always in his wolf skin and he liked it that way. He felt he could protect his pup, with teeth and claws that were made to rip through his enemies and those that would hurt his pup.
After traveling for so long that he had lost count of the days though, Techno felt he had finally found a place that was safe to settle down in. A territory not mark. Far from hunters and civilization. No rival wolf packs that would challenge his claim and take his pup. He found a nice carved out cave from nature. Covered and hidden by thick leave and tree branches. Perfect to make into a den and keep his pup safe from the outside would. Tommy was too young to be outside for a wolf pup. It only took Techno a few scolding growls and flash of teeth to stop his pup from trying to follow him from the den when he decided to go and mark their new territory. Tommy, had stood shakily on his paws and stumbled and tumbled to go back to the nest of soft moss and leaves Techno had gathered for his pup to stay in while he was away. The golden pup giving him a snappy little yip of defiance while stomping in a circle before laying with his back to the entrance and therefore Techno.
Techno huffed in approval and began his nights chore of marking their territory. He had made sure Tommy had played a bit throughout the day, enough to tire the pup out and was confident his pup would soon surrender to sleep. Pups like Tommy need lots of sleep.
Techno marked the trees near their den first, making sure it was his scent that was present. Scratching and rubbing on the rough bark, leaving bits of hair stuck in them. He was made sure he was consistent in his marking. Moving in a circle. Only stopping when the sun would begin to rise and return to his pup. Sleep a few hours, before waking to the playful nips and pounces of his golden pup, who was demanding food. Then it was time for hunting. Techno would bring whatever he caught first, be it deer, rabbit, fish, back to Tommy. Let the pup eat his fill before going down for another nap. Then Techno would eat and nap with his pup until it was time for his pup to wake again and play. Then the sun would sink and Techno would put Tommy down for the night and then continue his marking. Staying in a perfect circle he went and marked his territory moving to the where his territory would stop. The closer he got to the edge of his territory, the more cautious he got. He didn’t smell any neighbors on the east, west, or even the north side of his territory, but when he reach the south side, he smelled it. The south side of his territory had a large mountain, with a small little valley between and a stream that ran from it and into Techno’s territory.
Techno lifted his nose into the air as soon as he was standing at the edge of his territory and sniffed. The wind giving him the clear scent of vampire to his sensitive nose. Old blood that smelt like iron mixed with ashes and old leather, and something else that he could not decipher. But the smell tickle his nose funny and he felt he should know what it was.
Growling with unease, he marked the areas near the mountain and made sure his scent would be strong. He didn’t want a vampire to wander into his territory. Didn’t want to have any unneeded violence when it could be avoided. So he left deep claw mark, as far as his claws could go into the bark and leave clear marking to signal visually to the vampires that claimed the maintain to the south that it was his territory and to not cross. To stay away. Rubbing on the tree barks extra hard to pull more fur than normal to get stuck in the trees. Trying to make his scent was as strong as possible. Even though he knew instinctively he was going to mark his territory every night. As was the job of an Alpha. Especially, when he had a pup to protect.
He was able to finish his marking of his territory without incident, making it back in time with breakfast already in his jaws. Ready for his hungry pup, when he finally woke. Techno circled around his sleeping pup, before settling himself down and tucking himself around the pup, until nothing but Tommy's small golden ears poked from Techno's Rustic red tinted fur.
Breathing in Tommy’s, innocent sweet milk scent, helped some of Techno's tense muscles to relax, instincts calming smelling the scent of a healthy pup. A scent only very young pups carried. His pup should still be drinking milk. Cruelly turned so young. His teeth struggled chewing the meat of the kills Techno caught. But Tommy was a fighter. Just like Techno. And Techno was going to make sure nothing hurt his pup ever again.
Hopefully, their new neighbors would not see the need to bother them. He would prefer that the vampires continued to ignore his species. Like they usually did. After all, if he remembered corectly, most vampires consider wolves as wild beasts that should be ignored anyway. He very much hoped so. He was tired of needing to fight for his life. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t fight for Tommy’s though.
He rumbled a wolfish tune in his chest for his pup, as his joined him in sleep. Something that was a faded memory in his own mind, before the life of the fighting ring took over his life as the Blood God. Killer of the Ring. The Unbeatable Champion, that never Dies! The old lullaby brought back happier memories and let him fantasize a happy life he now could give his pup. Away from the cruelties of the world. Safe from everything.
TBC