#i based timber's wolf form off of a maned wolf :>

[meihouwangslittlecumslut]

Redesigned my old werewolf kids!

These are sky, scar, and timer and I've had them for... About six or seven years now. But I haven't really done anything with them in the past four years, so I rebooted them!

They're part of a "pack" that's basically just a group of teens who left the communities they were raised in for one reason or another

Sky is the de-facto leader, she's also fucking huge in human and wolf form. She comes from a secluded werewolf village in the mountains.

Scar is the smallest in the pack, and also pretty nervous. He has the ability to communicate with snakes. He used to live in a human town before he was discovered as a werewolf and cast out

Timber is the fastest runner, she's also good at swimming, but the best at swimming is another character I haven't redesigned yet. She likes making jokes about her lycanthropy. She's from a mostly human coastal village

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[cothrek]

Unforunate Cynics Pt.6

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO its been way too long boys, here you go.

Chapter 11

“Okay, with Net and Hailey out of comission for this day of the festival, I’m acting guildmaster.” Zac announced. The gathered members groaned in unison. “Shut up, I’ll be great! Today’s event is the two-v-two duels between guildmates. This is our chance to show Net that we can hold our own.”

“So are the pairings predetermined, or are they chosen at random?” Kara piped up from a nearby booth.

“The teams will be decided right now. The announcer came to each guild this morning and told the guildmasters all the conditions and rules, which he will go over again for the audience. I will be deciding teams based on who I think will work best together. I think an obvious, but unfortunate choice, is Rick and I. Our pairings will be Kara and Dalton, Emily and Ryan, Derek and Cory, and Hannah and Quin.”

After the decisions were made, the guild traveled to the arena in the town center.

“Zac, isn’t this going to suck for you? It’s so bright in here.” Rick pointed to the skylights set into the ceiling. “I get you can sit in here, like yesterday, but how are you gonna fight?”

“Normally yes, but that’s why I have you. You can create storm clouds that will darken the place to make me feel right at home.” Zac tugged his hood low.

The kids crowded into the town hall, straight up to the arena, and stood together. The booths had been taken down. The floor was still stained with the blood of the defeated. A ragtag team of Mane kids sauntered over.

“Now you’re missing your leader just like us.” A boy in a fur vest leaned against the arena wall. His companions jeered. “What’ll you do, Edgelord?”

Zac formed a dagger and picked at his teeth. “Well, our guild master may not be present, but at least he ain’t dead.”

The boy snarled. “Listen. Your leader’s a damn cheater. Only anthromorphs are proper shapeshifters.”

Zac bellowed a laugh. “Fuck you.” He released his dagger and strolled away, presenting his middle finger behind him. His guildmates followed, ignoring the threats of the Mane children.

Soon the announcer began calling out the names in the line-up and the schedule of the tournament. He reviewed the rules for the audience.

“The tournament will include guild members only, in two versus two battles. The pairs have been determined by each guild leader. Aid from team members outside of the arena will result in immediate disqualification. Deadly force is entirely prohibited. A battle resulting in the death of an opponent will see the killer permanently banished. The use of a specialty against an opponent will result in immediate disqualification. Victors will move on through the tournament until a winning team is established. This team will be awarded a request from the governor that he deems reasonable.”

Rick nudged Zac’s arm. “What’re you gonna do now? If you can’t use Eternal whatsit on our opponents, how are we gonna win?”

Zac rolled his eyes and snickered. “Listen. I may not be able to put these goons to sleep, but I can still use it on you.”

“Wait, what?” Rick’s eyes widened. “But-”

“Well think about, doofus.” Zac clasped Rick’s shoulder and smiled. “You can use your powers to full effect when you’re asleep. I can use my powers to full effect when it’s dark. So make a fucking rainstorm, you idiot.”

Rick glared in return. “Fine, I get it, damn.”

Zac folded his arms on the arena wall. “Now we wait.”

*****

“Finally! We’re next!” Zac dragged Rick to the podium. “Let’s beat up some nerds.” Their opponents were two wiry boys from the Mane Guild.

“Damn, it’s not him.” Zac huffed and stepped into the arena. He readied a dagger and whispered, “Eternal Slumber.” He turned to Rick. “So here’s the plan.” He plunged the knife into Rick’s chest and let his teammate fall to the ground.

“What the hell?” The opposing team exchanged a quizzical glance. The taller of the two shrugged and shifted into a leopard. Thunder rolled overhead and darkened the arena.

Zac smiled and faded into the shadows. “Time for some fun.”

The leopard circled the arena, waiting for Zac to make a move. It came from behind him, a slice at his side, he reacted in time to avoid the worst of the damage. A shallow cut appeared in his hide, bleeding superficially. The big cat snarled and swiped at the air, connecting with nothing. The storm clouds looming over the arena began to drizzle.

The smaller boy backed against the wall, trembling. “I told you I didn’t want to fight in this thing in the first place. How am I supposed to fight someone I can’t even see?”

Zac appeared in front of him without warning and grabbed him by his collar. “You don’t.” He lifted the boy and slung him over the wall, out of bounds. “One down.” Zac turned sharply to face his remaining opponent. “One to go.” He took a step towards the leopard and disappeared into the shadows once more.

The Mane boy stood silently, sniffing the air. He growled softly, ears twitching.

Zac’s laughter pierced the air. “You won’t be able to smell me, boy. But you can try all you want.” He re-appeared at the cat’s flank, brandishing a dagger.

The cat lashed out, slashing a vicious wound across Zac’s stomach. Zac stumbled back, barely nicking his enemy. He clutched his torn hoodie against his injury to stave the bleeding. “Bad kitty.” The leopard snarled and slashed again. Lightning crackled between Zac and his opponent, scorching the ground. Both leapt back, glancing towards the darkening clouds overhead. Zac smirked and retreated to the shadows once more, getting stronger as the clouds grew darker. Lightning struck the arena frequently now, singeing the leopard’s fur a few times.

Suddenly Zac unleashed a volley of slashes at the leopard, cutting him multiple times. The boy shifted forms, becoming a timber wolf. He slowly backed himself against the wall of the arena, snarling a challenge. Zac accepted, appearing in front of the wolf, brandishing a short sword. He swung, hacking off one of the wolf’s ears and nicking the other. He planted his boot on the animal’s neck and leaned in. “Yield, or I’ll take your paws.”

The boy returned to his human form, clutching the side of his head. “I surrender.”

Zac tossed his weapon into the air and watched it dissolve. “Great.” He held a hand against his stomach, wincing. “About time.” He strolled over to Rick and yanked the dagger out of his chest.

Rick sat bolt upright with a gasp. “Why the hell are you-” He glanced around and shook his head. “It’s over?”

Zac pulled him out of the arena. “Not yet.” He glared at the Mane Guild’s group across the arena. “We’re taking them down for good before this is over.”

*****

The second Guild Clash didn’t last as long. Many teams were forced to surrender or did so willingly. Either way, Zac and Rick faced their final opponents.

Zac shook Rick by the arm. “It’s him.” He glared at the Mane Guild boy across the arena from him. “He’s the one who accused us of cheating.”

Rick nodded, fists clenched. “Let’s take him down.”

*****

Zac and Rick were carried home by their guild mates amidst cheers. Once the festival was over, they would be free to claim their reward from the governor. The conquering heroes were set on their feet in front of the guild hall.

Kara pulled Zac aside. “You did it.” She shuffled her feet and tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear. “Congratulations.”

Zac glanced towards the door. “Thanks...I have to tell Net.” He unlocked the door and stepped inside, where he was greeted by Nick. The dog woofed and bounded alongside him as he made his way up the stairs while the others poured in. Zac paused outside Hailey’s door and knocked gently. “May I come in?”

Hailey’s soft voice reached his ears. “You may.”

He slowly opened the door, which revealed the same scene he had left that morning. Net remained hunched over the bed, his head resting against his folded arms, sound asleep. Hailey lay propped up against a small mountain of pillows.

She lifted her hand from its resting place on Net’s shoulder and tucked it under the covers. “Can I help you, Zac?”

Zac pretended not to notice her movement. “I just wanted to say...We did it. We won the second Guild Clash and we beat the Mane Guild. They won’t be bothering you any more.” He scuffed the toe of his boot along the floor. “Not that I...did it for you. I just wanted to let you know.” He hurried out of the room and returned downstairs with Nick in tow.

Chapter 12

The last day of the festival was reserved for award ceremonies and clean up work. Zac receive d the Town Partisan certificate in Net’s absence, who remained indisposed due to his injuries. The governor reminded Zac that he was owed a favor, within reason.

“Hmm.” Zac crossed his arms and grinned. “I want you to have a statue built.”

The governor sighed. “I see. Of yourself?”

“No. I want a statue of the greatest guild master in the town, right in the middle of the city.” Zac nodded gravely. “I’m his number one man.”

“That’s...interesting.” The governor shrugged. “Very well. I suppose there are worse things to ask for. He’s the Town Partisan, after all.”

*****

“A toast.” Net raised his mug gingerly to avoid ripping the bandages. “To Zac for not making a fucking disgrace of himself.”

Zac raised his mug in reply. “Now listen…..I’ll take it.”

Net downed his fifth toast. “Anyway. On to more important matters.” He lifted another mug. “Derek. Emily. There’s a task for you.” He gulped down another drink. “I’m not going to explain it, go find out.”

“Oh...umm ok.” Emily took Derek and walked over to the request board. There were not many requests, since the guild was so new, but one did stand out to her.

“Hey, didn’t the announcer say that Net’s responsibilities include border control?” Emily turned to Derek. “This request just says it’s from ‘The Town.’ That must be what this is.” She grabbed the request from the board and skipped towards Net. “Is this the one?” She showed the paper to Net.

He turned towards her and nodded drunkenly. “Sure yeah, whatever.” His voice trailed off into his mug. Nick rattled down the stairs and barked at Net, who patted his ears distractedly.

Derek glanced at Emily and shrugged. “Let’s go, I guess.”

“But where? It doesn’t even say. Should we ask the governor?” Emily frowned.

Zac slung his arms around each of their shoulders. “Liiiisten.” He hiccupped. “I know all the things, guys. Lemme tell ya something.”

Derek cupped a hand over his nose. “I thought Hailey told you not to drink more than one.”

“Hailey-” Zac paused to pull his arm from Emily’s shoulder. “Hailey.” He placed his hand on Derek’s chest. “Hailey isn’t here.” Another hiccup bubbled through his chest.

“Riiiight.” Derek patted Zac’s arm. “Maybe you should take a break.”

“A break?!” Zac swung his arm straight into Emily’s face. “Sorry, baby.” He turned his attention back to Derek. “Now listen...Lemme just...show you.” He formed a pebble of darkness in his palm. “Listen. Lookit- look at this thing.”  He swirled it around his fingers, suppressing another hiccup. “I call this….aaaa….Black hole!”

Derek blinked, brow furrowed. Realization dawned on him suddenly. “Wait, n-no, don’t!”

Zac threw the orb into the middle of the room. Furniture and dishes went flying after it. Several guild members were pulled flat on their faces. Net’s mug slipped off the table. The effects of the skill waned immediately.

Emily took a step back. “I’m gonna...go.” Derek followed her and darted out the door.

Net’s stare slowly fixed on Zac. “Did you just...steal my drink?”

Zac plopped down in the seat across from him. “Listen. Ssso what if-” He hiccupped. “I mean…” He looked down and his eyes widened. “Oh Gods...what if I did?”

Net stared silently. “You owe me another drink.”

“Listen. I don’t take orders from aanyone. Even you!” Zac pointed in Net’s face, his finger wavering. “Either of you!”

“I gave you a chance.” Net grabbed Zac’s arm and yanked him out of the booth. He stomped to the front door, kicked it open, and launched him into the street fountain. “If you dare come in between me and my addictions again, I’m gonna kick you out of the fucking guild.” He slammed the door shut.

*****

Derek watched Zac fly through the air and land in the fountain. “Yeah, I knew that wasn’t gonna turn out well.” He turned to Emily. “Let’s see if we can get a map from the governor’s officials.”

Emily shrugged. “Sounds like a plan.” The pair headed for the town hall and finagled a map from the governor’s secretary. Emily spread the map out in view of the golem on her shoulder. “So we’re supposed to patrol here to here this week, apparently.” She traced a red line marked clearly on the border, which seemed to follow the river.

Derek rubbed his chin. “So...west?”

“No...North.” Emily shook her head and rolled up the map.

“Heh. Right.” Derek nodded wisely and started off out towards the edge of town.

Emily snickered. “That’s south.”

Derek turned around and marched off.

*****

Night began to fall as they reached the river. Derek, wanting to do at least one useful thing today, lit a small flame to shed some light on the path.

Emily grinned. “So you’re bright after all.”

Derek chuckled. “Not especially.”  He raised his light high, peering across the river.

“It’s one heck of a river, huh?”

Derek nodded. “Border patrols must be pretty easy. No wonder Net sent me out on one.” He strolled down the river bank, following the well-trodden path. “It may be all night, but hopefully it’s uneventful.”

Emily matched his footprints in the mud, taking long strides. “Uneventful...You mean boring?”

“Definitely. I’ll take boring over dangerous any day.”

“You literally play with fire for a living.”

“Fair point, but I prefer the devil I know.” Derek continued to walk alongside the river bank. A flicker of movement caught his eye from across the river. “Did you see that?” He raised his light higher and squinted over the water.

Emily lifted the sentry golem off her shoulder and held it out like a lantern. “No, I didn’t see anything.”

Derek pushed his flame through the air, letting it hover at the center of the river. It shed a dim light on both banks, illuminating a group of three people on the other side. Derek nodded respectfully to them and nudged Emily’s arm. “There’s no need to start a fight, they’re just patrolling too.”

Emily placed her palms together and bowed slightly. The group bowed in return and disappeared downstream into the darkness. Derek retrieved his flame and they continued their patrol.

*****

The first rays of sunshine touched the horizon as Derek turned the key and pushed open the guild door. “Oh...Gods.”

Zac lay amidst a pile of mugs, snoring like a wild boar. Net sat still in the same booth, his table littered with empty mugs. He glanced up at Derek, eyelids heavy. “Patrol go well?” He sipped slowly.

Emily unlatched a window. “It was pretty uneventful. We ran into a neighboring patrol, but they stayed on their side of the river.” She knelt by Zac and gathered an armful of mugs to take to the kitchen. “I’m glad you guys had so much fun without us.”

Derek pulled Zac upright and shouldered his weight. “I’m not envious of the headache he’ll have.” He lugged his guildmate upstairs, passing Hailey on her way down.

Hailey stepped gingerly to Net’s table, wavering on her feet. “Net….please don’t tell me you had a drinking contest with a child.” She brushed her long hair behind her shoulder and tugged her jacket closed over the neckline of her nightgown.

Net grinned and raised his mug. “Okay, I won’t tell you.”

Hailey placed her hand over the rim of his mug and gently pushed it back to the tabletop. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” She took his hand and pulled him out of the booth.

“Depends on whose bed it is.” Net watched her red hair sway as she led him to the staircase.

“You’re drunk.”