Jan 29, 2011

Max- Awakening

(Meet my worgen hunter, Max.
P.S. This took forever to write. :\ )

Fear. Confusion. Anger. Pain.
He regained awareness to find himself in the center of a mob. Men surrounded him, muttering and glaring, while in the background, he could hear dogs barking. As his awareness grew, he could feel something biting into his leg, just above the ankle. A bear trap. Every movement made the steel teeth sink further into his flesh, so he tried to remain still. Then one man stepped forward and aimed a rifle at his head. Before he could react, another quickly grabbed the gun barrel and shoved it skyward. Yelling and gesturing, the two men argued for several minutes, while the rest of the crowd grew more and more restless. The barking grew louder, one dog's voice beginning to rise over it's packmates'.

The second man finally seemed to make his point to his comrade, releasing the gun and turning towards him. He tensed, sending another jolt of agony through his leg, baring his fangs in fear and pain. The man made soothing noises, slowly reaching a hand towards him. The mob around them had quieted, except for the dogs barking. He fixed his eyes on the approaching hand. No! Don't touch me! He felt the tension within him building, about to snap. Just as he was about to lunge for the threatening hand, someone behind the crowd yelled, and suddenly a gap appeared through the men. He glanced over for a bare second, then froze at the site of a huge tan mastiff charging at him. He managed to jerk himself back, the trap sinking even deeper into his leg, then the dog was on him.

The mastiff didn't so much as open his jaws. Instead, he simply leaped on top of the trapped creature, pinning him underneath his body. The dog glared challengingly at the crowd, the deep rumbling growl in his chest clearly aimed at them. The pinned worgen, half-mad with fear and pain, struggled, and the dog lowered his head to gently grip the scruff of his neck, like a parent scolding a pup. The man simply stood there watching, his expression changing from fear, to surprise, to something like amusement. The worgen finally went still, exhausted from his ordeal, and the dog released his scruff to gently snuffle, then lick, his face. The worgen blinked his eyes a few times, then looked up at the dog. His expression was visibly changing, as if he was waking up from a nightmare. His nose twitched slightly, and recognition slowly grew in his eyes. Then, faintly, ".....Jax?"

Crowly grinned triumphantly at the servant Godfrey had sent with him, then knelt down next to the pinned worgen. He carefully laid a hand on his shoulder, and told him, "Welcome back, Max."

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