So....đ2/19 is my bday đ and I was wondering if you had any sneak peeks for Finding Pack or Mr and Mrs... Mom & Dad? Or if you'd be able to give a little IronPanther lovin'? I'm still a bit pissed at Steve for the bs he pulled in CW and have been obsessed with IronPanther lately. Anything will be loved though â¤â¤
You left me with too much limit and little time so I sort of had to quickly write this out, an Ironpanther with shifter mixed in and some Tony and tiny Peter fluff, and I hope it makes your day brighter. Happy Birthday!
This is part 1 for you! Iâll get you part 2 out the moment I can. <3Â
Tony prowled his territory cautiously. Recently there had been an influx of humans wandering the forest, searching, hunting, and he couldnât risk getting caught off-guard. Not when many shifters had moved further south, away from the humans residing north.
They were being pushed back. There was no denying it now. Many shifters were losing their homes in a rapid rate and many were leaving even faster.
The safest for shifters were to pack up. A lone shifter was an easy target, but a group had a chance. Tony was not amongst the lucky ones to have a group watch his back, at least not outright. The shifters of the area were canine and many. They had little trouble sticking together. Forming packs and tight bonds that made it harder for humans to target. Their instinctual needs making it easy to fall into roles.
A pack of these canine shifters were kind enough to be acquainted with him. Some might even, dare he say it, call him a friend of the canines. Which was saying a lot, considering he was a white tiger and made canines wary in the best of times and posed a threat at the worst.
Not many wouldâve taken a chance on him, but he was thankful the uncoordinated pup (though he claimed to have been a teenager) had stumbled upon him. Disoriented and lost, he had feared him at first, but the pup began talking his ear clean off and stuck close when Tony showed no signs of wanting to eat him. The only shifter in the area Tony offered safety that the pup needed and Tony understood wandering the forest alone as a cub. It brought forth terrors. Never knowing when something would strike or when a human would jump from the shadows.
Tony allowed him to stay, learning the pupâs name was Peter and coming to understand how he ended up lost, how they ended up getting attacked but he didnât know by whom, not when his aunt and uncle screamed for him to run. He stayed with Tony for days and Tony ended up hunting for two. The most hunting he had ever done in his life.
Eventually the pupâs pack traced his scent and came back for him. Their hostility quickly dissolved shortly after they learned his role in protecting Peter until his family found him. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were grateful. Their leader offered his thanks and promised to spread word of him to other canines of the area. He was an ally and was to be treated like one.
There was no complaints from Tony, not when it resulted in many canines simply avoiding him instead of confronting him when their paths crossed. Tony hoped this thin line of friendship with the pupâs pack extended to helping, or at least keeping an eye out on him, should the humans walk into their territory. Naturally, that thin line extended both ways, so when he heard a howl with a very familiar tone to it Tony didnât even hesitate or think about it twice. He ran to the howl, taking notice of the sounds of footsteps on dead grass the closer he got. He caught a glimpse of tall shadows standing upright through the trees. The shadows of danger. The shadows of death. Humans were here and Peter had been howling in fear near the area.
Heart beating heavy in his chest he rushed forth, crouching when the shapes of the humans became clear. There were five of them jogging through the trees and there, in the direction of their path, was Peterâs form, shivering with his tail curled around himself. He was trapped. Rocks and boulders blocking his path and far too small to jump over them.
The humans aimed their guns at him, ready to fire, and Tony moved with as much speed as he could. He roared, hearing it echo through the trees and watching as the humans turned to him in horror. He struck at those nearest to him, forcing the rest to back off with shouts and orders. He saw his opportunity and rushed to Peter, grabbed him by the scruff and jumped over the stones in hopes of it blocking the humans and climbed higher. He needed distance, he needed to hide, he needed to make sure Peter was as far away from the danger as possible, he needed to -
A sharp pain struck him on his thigh and gave him a flinch, but it didnât bring forth a burning sensation of a serious wound so he ignored it and pushed forward with more force. He found as the seconds ticked by it became harder and harder to jump until eventually even moving his front legs seemed an impossibility.
The humans tranquilized him! Shit.
He draped himself over the last boulder he could climb and released Peter, nudging him to go with his snout. âRun, Peter.â
âNo, no Mr Stark,â Peterâs tiny body shivered. âI canât leave you here.â
Tony bared his teeth. âGo!â He managed to catch Peter run and hear the footsteps of the humans closer before he just couldnât keep awake anymore. The very last thing he heard was Peterâs whine as something struck him.
He woke up disoriented with his head pounding and the ground shaking from underneath him. He was met with darkness and the foul smell of old fear and no forest. His only source of light were tiny holes allowing the sun to shine in and he cursed with a loud growl when he realized he was in a damn box. Moving also showed he was also chained down. A collar on his neck, shackles on his paws and a muzzle.
A soft whimper to his right made him stop from ramming against the walls in desperation. A tiny body was curled next to him and his heart stopped when he realized it was Peter. He didnât escape. He was captured as well. Tony couldnât save him.
He curled himself protectively around the pup, promising to find a way for him to escape no matter what.
TâChalla held in a growl threatening to escape him. He had seen not one, but three - three - shifters chained up and displayed as if they were mere mindless animals meant to be exotic pets. To many in this event they were exactly that. Mindless animals praised as rarities by their sellers and paid little mind to them, never questioning how the black stallion standing tall showed intelligence in his eyes. But to those who knew exactly what this fabrication hid under it.
A black market running right under the nose of the clueless. A black market that specialized in the selling and enslaving of shifters for different purposes. For entertainment, for strength, for protection, for pleasure, and it sickened him.
He remained silent, however. It would do no good when visitors of the land caused a scene, not when relations were strained as it was. TâChalla promised he was going to personally see the end of such exchanges. To think they treated shifters as materials when they were just as human as any other.
The itch to take to his fur was strong but he needed the face of a simple man. It would do no good to cause panic and force the Dora Milaje to retaliate in defence, and so he continued his walk, followed by two fierce warriors. He carried his disgust on the inside while on the outside was the face of indifference. He hoped his eyes expressed his anger.
The more he walked the more he wished to leave the foul place. After watching the fourth clueless man stare at the stallion shifter and turn away without any recognition or care the decision to leave was easy to choose. This was when his little sister made an appearance and took that decision out of his hands. Her eyes so often bright in joy were forlorn, silent anger hidden under a layer of control. She wanted to lash out, just as he, but her reason unknown to him.
He didnât have to ask her reason. She offered with a displeased head shake. âThey are hosting an auction. Among their pieces is a shifter. Rare in color and mistreated. I fear if he is sold he will not see another day. Please, we must help.â
TâChalla frowned. Shuri was well aware of what hid amongst the illusions and also knew they couldnât interfere, not yet, no matter how much they wish to aid. âYou know we can not.â
âI have talked to him,â Shuri revealed. âHe shows intelligence, more than most.â She looked down momentarily, showing a hesitation rarely ever seen by her. âHe protects another. Younger. We must help.â
TâChalla didnât understand, not at first, but if it had Shuri worried than it must have been serious. He nodded and followed after her, leading him close to the gathering crowd but remaining at the edge. There was a stage present where the auctioneer was to present the merchandize. Shuri led them around and through a black curtain behind it. The dark of the area prevented them from being spotted, but under a designated light source he saw multiple items waiting to be sold and among them a simple bar cage. Primitive and horrid, for inside was a beast. Chained to the ground with shackles on its legs, collar on its neck and a muzzle. The fur mangled, scars present in the patches it missed and dried blood decorating in-between the stripes.
A white tiger. Filthy, scarred, and afraid. It shaked in its hold, but through the trembling TâChalla could easily see the anger coursing through its body upon seeing them. The baring of its teeth accompanied with a soft hiss.
They got closer. The hiss grew with each step they took and the body curled into a ball as much as the chains allowed. When TâChalla and Shuri stood just outside the cage he knew why. There, curled up next to the belly of the tiger, was a pup, an adolescent wolf by the size, appearing to be around Shuriâs age. The youngster was untouched compared to the tiger. Better fed and fur relatively cleaner.
The tiger released a protective growl upon realizing he was studying the pup. TâChalla raised his hands, meaning no harm, but didnât move. It was clear this shifter was mistreated. Not even the other shifters on display appeared to receive the same treatment. He couldnât leave the creature alone like this.
âBe calm. We mean no harm.â The sharp eyes of the tiger pierced his being. He distrusted, as the nature of his environment. He would not believe a word TâChalla would say. Only actions will win the shifterâs trust. âWe will help you out.â
The tiger huffed. His ears were pulled all the way back, flat on his head and tail flicking back and forth in agitation. He didnât appear to wish to talk and TâChalla didnât expect him to, but desperation was a strong motivation.
His shoulders sagged, head going down in defeat. âSaveâŚ. Peter⌠please. Get⌠him out.â
The pup whined and TâChalla knew he couldnât leave either of them there. He turned to Shuri and they shared a nod of understanding.
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