"What the hell?" She asked before she could stop herself.
He looked at her casually. An amused expression played on his wolf face but to Denise, it looked like he was trying to gauge whether or not to eat her.
"What is it?" She added sharply.
He only looked and her and then wakes back into the cave. After a sigh, she stood up and followed him in only to be barked right back out.
Denise was just so confused. So what was the point of trying to wake her up. She only frowned slightly and continued to sleep.
A few minutes later...
Rustle rustle rustle, fidget fidget fidget, shuffle shuffle shuffle.
Out of habit, Denise raised her leg and brought it down heavily on the square positing on the noise.
THANC! Her leg felt like it had been hit by an igneous rock. Her drowsy eyes shot open in pain and she cooled her leg back protectively. She took it in her hands and rubbed her calf. When she looked around for a boulder, she found a sharp toothed wolf staring at her condescendingly.
She could only cry. Yes, tears really welled up in her eyes, threatening to pour.
Seeing this, Mr. wolf morphed back into a man and said, "If you're going to cry, find a corner and do it there, burry your head in the ground or something-but away," he emphasized, "from my cave." He looked like he could not be bothered.
"Who said I'm going to cry?" she was in denial, the dry lump was already forming in her throat. She suddenly felt like she needed to be coaxed- it was out of habit.
"Psch!" He scoffed, "Suit yourself. A blind orc can still talk. If you dare pollute my hearing..." he let it hanging and watched her reaction.
She really wanted to kill him, "You're one to talk about disturbing peace when you just bothered mine."
He shrugged, "this is my territory. Naturally, everything in it belongs to me. I can ruin it all as I please but that isn't the same for you, is it?"
(A/N; *winks* *winks again* *just keeps winking like she's got some sort of inborn involuntary condition*)
She glared at him through a screen of salty warm waters. "Who knows?" She grumbled.
He bent over and leaned in so close that he was almost a breath away. A smirk played across his face. He held her chin between his thumb and the curve of his index finger. The sharp claw of his thumb pressed hard against her skin.
And for some unknown reason, he licked his lips before a low voice reverberated from his chest, "I'm sure you're well informed."
As if she had undergone some sort of repulsion she scampered away from him on her butt in a backward movement. When she was a good enough distance away from him, she barked while holding her nose, "God! Stay away! You stink! Don't you have a good sense of smell? Why can't you use it? And didn't I say to just say things if you want to say them, why come so close."
He watched her as she fanned her face to get rid of the smell. He frowned slightly. He folded his hands, "Well then it too bad that you're going to be smelling like me."
(A/N; *looks right, looks left. Goofy smile*)
"You're darn right, if you keep spilling all that doggie breath all over me-"
"I peed there!" He announced not willing to listen to the rest of her insults. He pointed where she was sitting.
As soon as she saw where he had pointed, she jumped and screamed loudly. She even forgot about her hurting leg. She ran to the side and looked down at her poor socks- wait, didn't she just put her head there to sleep.
She could only blame herself. She had smelt the suspicious order more and more as they neared the cave. But her tired brain didn't let her process anything. And the worst part about the human nose was that if one breathed in a terrible smell for too long, their senses would grow numb to it- as in one would start to think the air is clear.
Only when a more concentrated form got to her did she notice the smell. Her tired brain only knew about resting and nothing else. She was doomed to smell like wet dog for God-knew how long.
"I peed there too," he said with a smirk.
She jumped again. She knew that she didn't have a solution and shouldn't waste time screaming but she couldn't help but feel disgusted.
He coughed, "Yeah I definitely took a dunk there as well as pee."
"AHHHH! Are you fucking messing with me?" She asked seriously screaming and jumping for dear life.
"No," he assured happily, "Those crumbling rocks under your legs, yeah, that's my dunk."
"FUCK!" She shouted and kicked one of the crumbling dry rocks, that she recognized as super sized dog dudu, towards him. Of course when she recognized the dog dudu, she was even more patronized. She screamed, kicked and jumped with more vigor than her previously tired bones could conjure under such short notice.
Mr. wolf just watched the dudu fly past him, in a lazy arc. Then he turned his vicious smiled back to his prey. "It's easy for orcs with a good sense of smell to catch on scents easily. Even herbivores could score much better than you in that department."
He saw her looking at her new position fearfully. His smile got even more vicious, "That's right," he nodded, "I peed there too."
Denise's mind snapped. She screamed to Heaven and back and then ran in a totally random direction. She cursed and cursed. Fuck! Human race- top of the food chain- can't even sniff out dog dudu. What was the purpose of a nose?
She ran past trees and trees like she was being chased. Finally, she paused on top of thick tree root that looked relatively clean. She heaved, her faced her heavily heated and her chest felt like tiny fast arrows were cramping at the walls.
She looked down at her socks. She really loved those socks. She couldn't let herself imagine how many times she had stepped in dudu and pee and all those decomposing matter on the forest floor. She badly wanted to take them off partly because she didn't want them to suffer anymore. But mostly because she couldn't stand the yak that they could be carrying. Then also she couldn't take them off because she didn't want to directly step on anything disgusting.
A/N; yak! It's an (I've forgotten the expensive word for it- I think it's- onomatopoeia) used to express disgust or something disgusting. It's not exactly an English word, not any other language either (not that I know of)
She stood on the large root hoping, for the love of God, that it was clean and pee-free.
She really wasn't a fun of dogs. Every time she faced one, she had to bite down her fear and act brave. Because she knew if she started to run, they would run after her and bite her. But sometimes her fear would overcome her.
What she hated most was the smell of unwashed dog especially one that got wet and dried without a good shampoo. The most unnerving thing was the fact that they could carry fleas like water runs along a river bed- naturally.
There was this time when she saw a dog with a fat flea stuck to its tear duct. She felt her skin crawl and her eyes bleed. The dog cried throughout the night and day and didn't allow anyone close to its eye. She still had nightmares about dogs and their fleas.
Despite all that, when it came to the ground breaking question, whether it's werewolves or vampires, she would never choose a blood sucker. Vampires are just a cross between overgrown mosquitoes and zombies. Mosquitoes with their high pitched attention seeking sirens and their numerous pathogens, irk her the most.
Zombies are another of her worst nightmares. She couldn't come to terms with how anyone would choose kissing a zombie mosquito over a dog. When she put all her brains to it, even with her fears, she'd definitely choose a dog.
(A/N; because there was a time this author only read werewolf books-
both werewolves and vampires are believed to have been blood thirsty demons that scourged the earth for sinful souls. This was before Jesus Christ came into the picture. It's also believed that fairies and mermaids are part of the crew. Allow me to explain.
Werewolves would live in the forest and trap unsuspecting victims and rip them open in the most grotesque and painful ways. Hunters would later find bones and blood sprayed everywhere. The body wouldn't be recognizable. Later it was discovered that those with faith in the Almighty could defeat these creatures. It wasn't easy. These were demons that had amassed enough strength to take on a form and escape the gates of hell to earth. Werewolves were practically mindless creatures, unlike their counterparts the vampires.
The vampires were more stable creatures. More like failed Jesus'es. They probably knew about the prophesy and wanted to mimic it in order to fool humans. They also claimed to resurrect the dead and give the gift of life. Literally just making a deal with the devil. Deals with the demons were made to make people vampires or werewolves. Mermaids and fairies were lower tier demons that could only use cheap tricks to fool sinful humans such as gold, lust etc. and devour them. They rarely made deals with humans.
Now, you've probably always wondered how the mate makes the werewolf or vampire stronger. Books don't show it. The mates are the human hosts.