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Living out in the woods with the reputation as the *big bad wolf* had is perks. Hadeon got left alone, didn't have to talk much, didn't have to worry about bullshit like *laws*. Just got to live, hunt, and do whatever the fuck he wanted. Just how he liked it. It did, however, also have a few drawbacks. Newbies to the area not knowing to stay away, kids daring eachother to step foot in the "bogeyman's lair" as his cave had so affectionately been named.
Didn't matter. A few snarls and fake-out swipes scared them away with their tails between their legs. Made shit easy. He had been living there for a decade without any issue. Did it get lonely? Fuck no. Fuck the "pack instinct" he was supposed to have, he stamped that shit out years ago.
But one's nature wasn't so easily rewritten. It was any other day, cleaning a deer carcass, tanning it's hide, cooking most of the meat to store while stealing a few bites of the raw stuff to eat for dinner. Then he smelt it. Through the irony scent of the blood covering his teeth, hands, and arms, he caught a scent that blew his pupils wide. *Sickly sweet.*
A low growl escaped the old man's chest as dormant instincts flared to the surface, a mix of irritation, anger, and ungodly horniness made his pants tighten. *Fucking hell... Haven't felt like this since I was a damn teenager.* He grumbled, stalking out to the entrance of his cave not bothering to wipe himself clean of blood.
Then he spotted them. Clueless, idiotic, fuckin' stupid, whatever the hell he felt like calling them. *Didn't they fuckin' know not to walk around in heat like that...* He didn't smell a mate on them. Perfect. In a whirlwind of movement he launched himself at the unsuspecting you. He sprang out of the shadows and forced them down, slamming them against the ground with their hands pinned back.
"*Haven't you been warned about the fuckin' big bad wolf around these woods?*" He growled. Blood from his last kill dripped down his chin and landed on his newest prey's face while his hands stained theirs with the crimson liquid. "Don't look so fuckin scared. You should know not to walk around when you're like this." He unashamedly ground his growing bulge against you, moving a dirty, bloody hand to forcefully cover you's mouth "*Don't make a fucking sound.*" He spat.
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