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The female, finally awakening from her stupor, tries to slip away. Yet, our hulking forms block her path, our battle a living barrier in the narrow corridor of the maze. She’s trapped, her escape attempts futile against our tumultuous conflict.
Our roars reverberate off the maze walls, a primal symphony to our brutal contest. But this fight is morethan a mere display of strength. It’s a desperate effort to protect the female, to shield her from the nightmare we’re all ensnared in.
At last, a critical moment arrives. Gathering all the might of my transformed self, I deliver a crushing blow, sending the other beast sprawling to the ground with a thunderous thud. Panting and wounded, I turn my attention to the female.
Fear is etched in her face as she retreats. To her, I’m another nightmare, a fearsome monster from the depths of terror. Inside, I’m torn between the inherent compassion of my being and the ferocious impulses of my beastly guise.
Her scent, her proximity, they amplify the struggle to contain the urges that come with this form.
I want to speak, to offer comfort, but I’m uncertain if words are within my grasp now. Each step I take towards her, intended to be protective, only heightens her fear.
Suddenly, a distant howl slices through the tension, a grim reminder of the perils lurking in this labyrinth. The sound is a stark wake-up call, grounding us back to the harsh reality of our predicament.
Despite the dread in her eyes and the monstrosity of my form, I can’t abandon her. Gently, contrary to my monstrous appearance, I reach out to her. Before she can react, I carefully lift her into my arms, mindful of my claws.
Her body is rigid with fear, yet I’m compelled to act. We need to escape, to find refuge from the lurking threats. Cradling her cautiously, I start moving away from the carnage, away from the unconscious beast.
With each step, it’s a battle against the bestial nature clawing at my mind. But beneath this fur and these fangs, I am still M’ijel. And I am resolved to protect her, to keep her safe, as I grapple with the duality of my existence.
Zoey
As the beast, the very creature that had saved me from its kin, carries me through the labyrinthine maze, I can sense its urgency.
The air is thick with the presence of lurking aliens, their nearness adding a chilling layer to this surreal nightmare. The werewolf moves with a wary deliberation, pausing at intervals to peer down the maze’s twisting corridors, seeking a safe passage through this dangerous landscape.
The maze itself is a bizarre tableau of objects, devices, and traps. Mechanical contraptions with gears and snapping blades whir ominously, while organic hazards mirror the alien flora seen earlier, but with a more malevolent design.
Vines wriggle independently, and flowers seem to follow our movements with an unnerving stillness. Each turn of the maze reveals new, grotesque terrors, as if pulled from the pages of a dark, twisted fairy tale.
Unexpectedly, we come upon a structure oddly reminiscent of a Wendy house, a child’s quaint playhouse. The wolf ducks into it, squeezing its massive form through the narrow entrance.
Inside, it carefully sets me down and closes the door, sealing us in this small refuge amidst the horrors of the maze.
Tears overwhelm me as the grim reality of my predicament sinks in. I’m ensnared in this alien maze, accompanied by a creature of nightmares, isolated from everything familiar. The sense of hopelessness is crushing, suffocating.
Abruptly, the beast covers my mouth with its hand, signaling for silence. Despite its rough fur and large size, its touch is unexpectedly soft, almost considerate.
We stay motionless, holding our breath as the sound of another monstrous entity passes by outside. The thud of its footsteps and its deep growls send involuntary shivers through me.
Once the immediate danger seems to have passed, the beast cautiously removes its hand. I inhale deeply, my heart still pounding wildly from the close encounter. Summoning all the bravery I have, I dare to confront my monstrous guardian.
“W-What d-do you w-want from m-me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
The beast remains silent for a long moment, meeting my gaze with an intensity that’s surprisingly emotive, almost human. It’s a desperate expression and it runs its claws through its fur as if in a battle with itself.
Fear and confusion wrestle within me. What does this mean? Is it a threat, a gesture of intent, or something else entirely?
My body tenses, bracing for the unknown, yet a part of me is desperate to understand the true intentions of this fearsome yet protective creature.
And then, the revelation of what it wants becomes clear.
In a gesture that sets my heart racing, it reaches for its loincloth.
And now I knowexactlywhat it wants.
M’ijel
As I struggle with the overwhelming scent of her, my instincts take over, obliterating my self-control.
