#cuz some scientist on the ark were assholes to poor bean

[loudlypanickinginvenezolano]

Animalistic, pt2.

trigger warnings for this chapter? A lot of animals, mention of blood and injuries, and there is a mention of a corpse at the very end. Not that detailed but like, just to be save. 

Shadow centric because I still cant control myself.  Chapter 1. Also in AO3

It took him maybe 8 seconds to remember why was a python on his bed, but once everything came back to his mind, Shadow stood and left a pissed off Kaa into her thank. “I am, Oh so sorry for disturbing your sleep, your majesty, but that is a no-no place for you to be.” He snorted, before blinking, because, wow, he really must be tired.

He jogged down the steps, searching around the house the reason he had woke from his dream. He was sure he had heard something…

“Well, hello there, little mister.” He cooed, picking up Baloo from where the baby bear had wandered. Scrooge was close to the door, looking warily and keeping guard as Mowgly was being his dumb self in the middle of the room. While Mowgly and Baloo had warmed incredibly quickly to Shadow and the secure room he had made for them during this first 2 days, Scrooge was reserved, to not be insulting, and didn’t like so much wherever Shadow came closer, pawing away his hands, sneezing or growling until she decided she wanted food.

He was certain that Ebeneeza Scrooge was a perfect name.

Though ¨¨Scary little bitch¨¨ wasn’t so far off the mark, either. It was just too long, and Scalibi was taken.

So far, everything normal, Right?

Now, Can somebody explain him what the fuck happened to that “normal” he just had?

It all started when not so long after he ushered the bears back to where they were sleeping, his back door started being scratched on.

He made the mistake of opening without checking properly.

8 raccoons ran in, closely followed by what he was certain where at least 10 bunnies. While he had been busy gaping like a dumbass, 4 giggling foxes squeezed past, as well as-- where those squirrels?

Yes, that definitely were 15 or something squirrels.

And a rat.

A big, fat as shit, and ugly looking rat.

He closed the door and put lock on it, racking his brain while trying to decide wherever he had ingested something strange or not during the day, but nothing came. He could not find any coherent reason about why had these animals decided to invade his house like this.

They had come searching for refuge in the past, that was true, but it was because of storm or something of the like….

Oh. Maybe it was what all of this was about? But, he hadn’t heard any thunder, and there was no rain.

Come to think about it, it hadn’t rained in like 4 days.

He didn’t… he didn’t have time to this.

Just as he was doing his best at calming down what looked like a hurt raccoon having a panic attack, and was actually and surprisingly succeeding in doing so, all hell broke loose when the window of his living room broke in a splash of glass, and 4 scared deer’s jumped into the house, cuts and stuck glass pieces making their blood come say hi. The rabbits went crazy, and the foxes started screeching and doing that weird pat-pat thing dogs do while happy.

He was sure the raccoon he was holding died of a heart attack for 4 agonizing seconds.

<<Same, buddy. >>

This was… this was bad.

Like really, really bad.

And of course, it just got worse when wolves jumped in, and the growling, or screaming in that fox’s case, started once again.

Was that fox… peeing in his floor!? OH SHIT IT WAS!

It wasn’t even 8 pm, what the actual fucking shit?!

Shadow felt like screaming. He breathed deeply, resisted the urge of biting his forearm or screeching like a banshee into his coffin like cushion, and exhaled, trying not to scare any of the already panicking animals around him, and to not succumb to his own panic in the middle of this disaster. He breathed once again.

Right. Cool head. Everything was going to be alright for as long as he didn’t succumb to his panic. It was easy. Totally.

Mh-hm…

Once he made sure the raccoon was actually breathing, he left it clung to his back as he made his way to his window, carefully stepping between the glass, rodents, and paws. The smell of blood was thicker in this part.

He wasn’t that surprised to see two heavily injured wolves in his front porch, panting as 3 young deers warily made their way over.

This was… going to be a long night of no sleep.

When he finished with the first wolf, he looked up to find Gumdrop looking back at him. Other 5 ravens and like 8 Macaws and other birds he didn’t knew the name of were trying to sleep in the couch support, and there were frogs hiding under his chairs.

4 wild cats and their 6 cubs where chilling by the door, and it seemed the wolves, deer’s, and Foxes came to an understanding and were keeping to themselves.

Shadow wondered if he could offer the rat to the wolves as a reward for not peeing, unlike others he was glaring to. He decided they were his favorites.

Convincing the deers to let him heal their injuries was tricky, but he managed after a while. He noticed that some of the cuts were made by claws, thick, strange claws he remember still, and not only by glass, as he had though.

He had to manually re-start the heart of a cub, two raccoons, a wolf, and 3 rabbits that night.

He found 3 quills into the fur of the animals that night.

Shadow… He really didn’t sleep. Even if the animals sounds or injuries had left him, the bone chilling howling he heard at 1 AM, and then later at 4 AM really gave him no option.

without anything else to do, he went out to run like every day, stepping into the thick foliage like usual. The sunlight barely made it to the ground, so everything was gloomy and humid still, not really reliable to walk around unless you knew the territory.

He found 4 strange dips into the earth, like the one he previously slipped on, and 1 wolf and 3 deer’s corpses.

One was destroyed, as if attacked in a fit of rage, and 2 of the deers were nothing but bones by now, munched on by this new creature he had not seen yet, and others scavengers of the zone. It had been clearly full by then, or at least coming closer to it, as the remaining one still had a lot on…Well.

Maybe saying “a lot” was being too generous.

Shadow couldn’t help but compare his own bite to it.

The difference was jarring. His lethal fangs were small in comparison, and his claws were but a joke.

He knew it could also mean nothing. Even if the creature was big, Shadow could still take it on, and win.

He breathed out slowly.

Shadow went back home early that day, trying to stop feeling as if something was staring at him.

He fed the bears, and did his best to help the animals inside eat something and lure them out.

A few looked scared, still. And Shadow, with a sinking emotion in his stomach, found he couldn’t blame them.