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WARNING! CONTAINS CHILD BIRTH, MURDER, GORE, AND "CANNIBALISM". READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Slowly, he made his way through the thick brush of the forest- his gun poised and ready to shoot the moment he came across what he was looking for. A wolf- it was the middle of hunting season, and he planned on getting a nice trophy for himself this time around. His footsteps were as quiet as he could possibly make them, and yet they still created enough sound to break the eerie silence of the wilderness. He had the snow to thank for that. The wind, was still. The birds, completely silent. Nothing dared make a sound, save for him. In all honesty, the silence frightened him. Whenever the woodlands were still, that meant there was a dangerous creature in the area and nothing wanted to risk catching its attention. He had know way of knowing whether or not he was the reason everything was still- and he prayed to god that it was. Everything had a clean coat of snow atop it- the trees, the ground, the rocks and stones- everything. He had his doubts he'd be finding anything anytime soon, seeing as he had yet to come across a single footprint aside from his own.

For hours on end, he searched. He came across footprints at one point, but had been unable to track them past the river- the wolves had passed through it. Probably to throw off the trail of other huntsmen. By the time he was willing to call off his hunt for the day, the sun had already began to set. He was tired, and glum from lack of game. He wanted desperately for this season to bring him a trophy, but as things seemed he was more likely to return home a failure once more. For the whole of his hunt, the forest had been still. No wind. No chirping birds. Not even the distant howl of wolves beyond his reach. Just silence- save for his own footsteps. In all honesty, he'd come to believe he really was the cause for the silence- had it been something else, he probably would have encountered it by then. Or so he'd assumed. As he passed by a set of extremely large, and thick looking bushes, he spotted something out the corer of his eye. Sticking out of the bush, lying atop the snow, was a tail.

A long, fluffy, wolfs tail. He almost didn't notice it, because it was white- almost the same shade of white as the snow. He only spotted it, because it moved. Not a major movement, like a wag- more like it just flicked to the side suddenly. The movement was quick, but enough to catch his attention. Cautiously, he steadied his gun and approached the bushes. He hoped to get near enough to have a clear shot, because he wanted to make the kill as clean as possible. He didn't want to ruin the fur on his new found trophy. Surprisingly enough, the beast hidden inside the bushes seemed not to care about him being there. He heard no growls, the tail moved a bit here and there. He was able to get close enough to touch the bushes the animal was hiding in. Thanks to that, he became bold. He wanted to see the face of the wolf he was about to shoot, before he killed it. That, proved to be his fatal mistake. When he peer into the bushes, the sight he met was not that of a wolf.

Before he was given the chance to respond, the creature lying in the bushes lept into action. He fell back in surprise at the sudden movement, and dropped his gun. He wasn't able to grab it before the monster standing before him had him pinned beneath its foot. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the sight before him. Dull, grey skin the same color as concrete. Long, sharp claws grew from its fingers. Human body shape and face, mixed in with animal parts. Hairless, canine legs and feet- toes sporting long, sharp nails that dug into the skin of his abdomen. The long, well kept wolfs tail that had caught his attention, paired with a pair of canine ears that were flattened atop her head. Yes, the creature was indeed a female. She sported a pair of breasts, and her abdomen appeared to be painfully swollen- it was obvious she was pregnant. In fact, she looked as if she were ready to give birth. Meaning he'd made the mistake of threatening a mother on the brink of bearing her young.

The entire reason she hadn't responded to his approach, was because she'd been trying to conserve her energy for what was soon to come. He trembled visibly as she glared down at him- her left eye was completely black. No pupil. No iris. Just a large, solid mass of darkness where her eye aught to be. Her right eye, was brown- and was the most human thing about her. The rage in her eyes, was more than enough to scare him mute. He was unable to do more than watch as she parted her lips in a snarl, to reveal teeth far more suited to tearing apart meat than for anything else. She growled at him, and the noise was nothing but exact to that of an angry wolf. That sound, was the last her heard before she attacked. She lunged at him, and without the slightest hesitation she clamped her jaws down on his wind pipe. He choked on a scream as she pulled him into the air by his throat. His attempt at a shout became a disturbing gurgling sound when she tore his throat out.

However, his death did not come quick. She tore open his wind pipe, but missed his jugular vein- if only by a hair. He was dropped on the cold, icy ground to slowly die of suffocation whilst she began to loudly pant. His blood dripped down her chin, and she whimpered quietly in pain as the first contractions of labor began to strike her. From there, she did what instinct tends to do when an animals is about to bear young. She added to her next, and waited for nature to take its course. She stripped the huntsman of his clothing, and laid it out comfortably inside the shelter of the bushes she'd been hiding in. She left him to die out in the open while she used his stolen fabric as bedding. As time passed, her contractions became more frequent, and they began to hurt her more. She lied on her side, and spread her legs to best of her ability. A thick, clear fluid seeped from between her legs, but she paid it no mind seeing as she had to focus on labor.

Within the first couple hours, she began to push. Loud, animalistic screams left her as she attempted to push her offspring from her body. Blood dripped from between her legs, and mingled with the other fluids leaving her body. She rolled onto her hands and knees and screeched loudly, her pelvis expanding as the head of her baby began to emerge. The cry of a Tasmanian devil alternated with the horrific sounds of a dogs yelp. She strained her body, and panted for breath. Her jaw clenched tightly, to make her hiss. Blood continued to escape her as she forced the small, frail body from her own. The dark red, nearly black fluid stained the clothing lain beneath her as she struggled through birth. A loud, audible snapping noise met her ears when at last the head of her offspring was pushed from her, and she bellowed in pain. A bone had broken- her pelvis snapped under the pressure of child bearing. In the end, that proved to be enough to allow the rest of the infant to be pushed from her.

Only then, did the sound of her infants cries meet her ears. A quiet whimper left her as she turned her attention to her freshly born child, and she tentatively reached to touch the bloody, squirming mass. The babe screamed, and thrashed unhappily. She pulled the infant into her embrace, and cleaned its squirming body with her tail. The wet clothing was kicked out into snow, and what hadn't been soiled was instead used as means of warmth. She held her offspring gently, and inspected it for any signs of wounds. She cooed happily to familiarize the child with her voice, and she listened intently to every sound that left its frame. For a while, she simply laid in the bushes and held the newborn infant. She made a series of sounds, to aquatint it with every tone she could create. In response, the babe would mimic her sounds. This, was bonding.

She looked upon her offspring with pride as her body quickly healed from the traumas of birth. They were alike in body, though, the infant had a different tail and ears. The child was female, like her mother. She sported two, solid black eyes. Her ears were droopy, and her tail looked more like that of a rats than anything. On her right hand, she seemed to sport a growth in place of a middle finger. She sported mutations, much like her mother- who seemed content with her. She didn't seem to house the desire to devour her newborn, to birth her all over again. Nothing needed fixing. Upon finishing the inspection of her newborn daughter, she did as mothers do and helped the babe find her breast to nurse. The infant suckled greedily to state her new-found hunger. Afterwards, she secured her hold on her infant and stepped out in the open to get food of her own. Her attention immediately fell upon the huntsman.

She crept over to him, and touched him with her free hand. His corpse was cold, but his flesh was still warm enough for her to stomach. Without another thought, she tore into him. She raked her claws down his abdomen to expose his entrails, then she reached inside him to fish out the most nutritious organs. The first item on her menu, was his heart. She tore it from inside him, and devoured the lukewarm organ savagely. She didn't chew, she just tore it into junks and swallowed without delay. She repeated the process with the other organs she desired- liver, kidneys, lungs. She ripped out his eyes and downed them, along with his tongue. To finish her meal, she cracked open his skull and dined on his brains, then she licked his blood from her mouth and hand to clean herself. With her hunger stated for the next couple days, and her injuries fully healed thanks to her regenerative abilities, she returned to the bushes and settled down to rest.

She cradled her offspring against her body, and she lied on her side to stay comfortable. The clothing she'd stolen from her meal provided enough warmth to keep the comfortable, despite the cold. If it became to unbearable, she'd simply seek out a nearby cabin and steal more clothing to add more warmth to her nest. As she settled down to sleep off the after effects of childbearing, she gazed lovingly at her newborn. A soft, maternal smile crossed her features, and her voice sounded off as she drifter into slumber. The name of her offspring, leaving her lips as she fell asleep.

"... Grave..."

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WARNING! CONTAINS CHILD BIRTH, MURDER, GORE, AND "CANNIBALISM". READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Slowly, he made his way through the thick brush of the forest- his gun poised and ready to shoot the moment he came across what he was looking for. A wolf- it was the middle of hunting season, and he planned on getting a nice trophy for himself this time around. His footsteps were as quiet as he could possibly make them, and yet they still created enough sound to break the eerie silence of the wilderness. He had the snow to thank for that. The wind, was still. The birds, completely silent. Nothing dared make a sound, save for him. In all honesty, the silence frightened him. Whenever the woodlands were still, that meant there was a dangerous creature in the area and nothing wanted to risk catching its attention. He had know way of knowing whether or not he was the reason everything was still- and he prayed to god that it was. Everything had a clean coat of snow atop it- the trees, the ground, the rocks and stones- everything. He had his doubts he'd be finding anything anytime soon, seeing as he had yet to come across a single footprint aside from his own.

For hours on end, he searched. He came across footprints at one point, but had been unable to track them past the river- the wolves had passed through it. Probably to throw off the trail of other huntsmen. By the time he was willing to call off his hunt for the day, the sun had already began to set. He was tired, and glum from lack of game. He wanted desperately for this season to bring him a trophy, but as things seemed he was more likely to return home a failure once more. For the whole of his hunt, the forest had been still. No wind. No chirping birds. Not even the distant howl of wolves beyond his reach. Just silence- save for his own footsteps. In all honesty, he'd come to believe he really was the cause for the silence- had it been something else, he probably would have encountered it by then. Or so he'd assumed. As he passed by a set of extremely large, and thick looking bushes, he spotted something out the corer of his eye. Sticking out of the bush, lying atop the snow, was a tail.

A long, fluffy, wolfs tail. He almost didn't notice it, because it was white- almost the same shade of white as the snow. He only spotted it, because it moved. Not a major movement, like a wag- more like it just flicked to the side suddenly. The movement was quick, but enough to catch his attention. Cautiously, he steadied his gun and approached the bushes. He hoped to get near enough to have a clear shot, because he wanted to make the kill as clean as possible. He didn't want to ruin the fur on his new found trophy. Surprisingly enough, the beast hidden inside the bushes seemed not to care about him being there. He heard no growls, the tail moved a bit here and there. He was able to get close enough to touch the bushes the animal was hiding in. Thanks to that, he became bold. He wanted to see the face of the wolf he was about to shoot, before he killed it. That, proved to be his fatal mistake. When he peer into the bushes, the sight he met was not that of a wolf.

Before he was given the chance to respond, the creature lying in the bushes lept into action. He fell back in surprise at the sudden movement, and dropped his gun. He wasn't able to grab it before the monster standing before him had him pinned beneath its foot. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the sight before him. Dull, grey skin the same color as concrete. Long, sharp claws grew from its fingers. Human body shape and face, mixed in with animal parts. Hairless, canine legs and feet- toes sporting long, sharp nails that dug into the skin of his abdomen. The long, well kept wolfs tail that had caught his attention, paired with a pair of canine ears that were flattened atop her head. Yes, the creature was indeed a female. She sported a pair of breasts, and her abdomen appeared to be painfully swollen- it was obvious she was pregnant. In fact, she looked as if she were ready to give birth. Meaning he'd made the mistake of threatening a mother on the brink of bearing her young.

The entire reason she hadn't responded to his approach, was because she'd been trying to conserve her energy for what was soon to come. He trembled visibly as she glared down at him- her left eye was completely black. No pupil. No iris. Just a large, solid mass of darkness where her eye aught to be. Her right eye, was brown- and was the most human thing about her. The rage in her eyes, was more than enough to scare him mute. He was unable to do more than watch as she parted her lips in a snarl, to reveal teeth far more suited to tearing apart meat than for anything else. She growled at him, and the noise was nothing but exact to that of an angry wolf. That sound, was the last her heard before she attacked. She lunged at him, and without the slightest hesitation she clamped her jaws down on his wind pipe. He choked on a scream as she pulled him into the air by his throat. His attempt at a shout became a disturbing gurgling sound when she tore his throat out.

However, his death did not come quick. She tore open his wind pipe, but missed his jugular vein- if only by a hair. He was dropped on the cold, icy ground to slowly die of suffocation whilst she began to loudly pant. His blood dripped down her chin, and she whimpered quietly in pain as the first contractions of labor began to strike her. From there, she did what instinct tends to do when an animals is about to bear young. She added to her next, and waited for nature to take its course. She stripped the huntsman of his clothing, and laid it out comfortably inside the shelter of the bushes she'd been hiding in. She left him to die out in the open while she used his stolen fabric as bedding. As time passed, her contractions became more frequent, and they began to hurt her more. She lied on her side, and spread her legs to best of her ability. A thick, clear fluid seeped from between her legs, but she paid it no mind seeing as she had to focus on labor.

Within the first couple hours, she began to push. Loud, animalistic screams left her as she attempted to push her offspring from her body. Blood dripped from between her legs, and mingled with the other fluids leaving her body. She rolled onto her hands and knees and screeched loudly, her pelvis expanding as the head of her baby began to emerge. The cry of a Tasmanian devil alternated with the horrific sounds of a dogs yelp. She strained her body, and panted for breath. Her jaw clenched tightly, to make her hiss. Blood continued to escape her as she forced the small, frail body from her own. The dark red, nearly black fluid stained the clothing lain beneath her as she struggled through birth. A loud, audible snapping noise met her ears when at last the head of her offspring was pushed from her, and she bellowed in pain. A bone had broken- her pelvis snapped under the pressure of child bearing. In the end, that proved to be enough to allow the rest of the infant to be pushed from her.

Only then, did the sound of her infants cries meet her ears. A quiet whimper left her as she turned her attention to her freshly born child, and she tentatively reached to touch the bloody, squirming mass. The babe screamed, and thrashed unhappily. She pulled the infant into her embrace, and cleaned its squirming body with her tail. The wet clothing was kicked out into snow, and what hadn't been soiled was instead used as means of warmth. She held her offspring gently, and inspected it for any signs of wounds. She cooed happily to familiarize the child with her voice, and she listened intently to every sound that left its frame. For a while, she simply laid in the bushes and held the newborn infant. She made a series of sounds, to aquatint it with every tone she could create. In response, the babe would mimic her sounds. This, was bonding.

She looked upon her offspring with pride as her body quickly healed from the traumas of birth. They were alike in body, though, the infant had a different tail and ears. The child was female, like her mother. She sported two, solid black eyes. Her ears were droopy, and her tail looked more like that of a rats than anything. On her right hand, she seemed to sport a growth in place of a middle finger. She sported mutations, much like her mother- who seemed content with her. She didn't seem to house the desire to devour her newborn, to birth her all over again. Nothing needed fixing. Upon finishing the inspection of her newborn daughter, she did as mothers do and helped the babe find her breast to nurse. The infant suckled greedily to state her new-found hunger. Afterwards, she secured her hold on her infant and stepped out in the open to get food of her own. Her attention immediately fell upon the huntsman.

She crept over to him, and touched him with her free hand. His corpse was cold, but his flesh was still warm enough for her to stomach. Without another thought, she tore into him. She raked her claws down his abdomen to expose his entrails, then she reached inside him to fish out the most nutritious organs. The first item on her menu, was his heart. She tore it from inside him, and devoured the lukewarm organ savagely. She didn't chew, she just tore it into junks and swallowed without delay. She repeated the process with the other organs she desired- liver, kidneys, lungs. She ripped out his eyes and downed them, along with his tongue. To finish her meal, she cracked open his skull and dined on his brains, then she licked his blood from her mouth and hand to clean herself. With her hunger stated for the next couple days, and her injuries fully healed thanks to her regenerative abilities, she returned to the bushes and settled down to rest.

She cradled her offspring against her body, and she lied on her side to stay comfortable. The clothing she'd stolen from her meal provided enough warmth to keep the comfortable, despite the cold. If it became to unbearable, she'd simply seek out a nearby cabin and steal more clothing to add more warmth to her nest. As she settled down to sleep off the after effects of childbearing, she gazed lovingly at her newborn. A soft, maternal smile crossed her features, and her voice sounded off as she drifter into slumber. The name of her offspring, leaving her lips as she fell asleep.

"... Grave..."