#volkus

I’m both glad and annoyed that I didn’t take a picture before rectifying the regrettable reversal. My first idea was to even it out and mold some other decorative.

However, my clever and amazing girlfriend gave me the inspiration for something more interesting. It’s gonna be some work but it’ll be great. 😊

Step one: big hole

Step two: prime and build

Step three: fret and worry before finally getting around to painting it ⬅️You are here

It was far from something that Volkus agreed with, but in his current situation it was his neck or theirs. The wolfman knew that werewolves naturally resided in packs due to their nature as well as the social stigma that surrounded them. But the law was fickle, and deemed that any individuals who didn’t come forth with their status as a werewolf were considered too dangerous for the public.

It wasn’t a black and white situation, Volkus knew that some werewolves really weren’t safe to be let loose but, rounding them all up and shutting them away from society was an extreme that made him sick to his stomach. But he had no say in the matter unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life behind bars himself. Pulling up to the corner of the rumored “pack house”, Volkus discreetly parked his car at an empty house and stepped outside.

The night air was cool and crisp and if he wasn’t in his current predicament, he may have enjoyed it. But along the air came the tell-tale scent of a number of werewolves. Though he had never thought too hard about it before, Volkus did notice that there were subtle differences in scents between mundane wolfmen and there transformative counterparts. Sniffing around a bit more, it seemed that the information Volkus received was on the money, with the werewolves being inside a summer house whose tenants never seemed to be home.

Grabbing his bag of equipment, Volkus gently rubbed in some oils into his wrists to mask his scent and allow himself a more stealthy approach. “Right, I need to get my silver out for this...” he muttered under his breath, putting on some protective charms to keep him from being attacked by a shifted werewolf. He paused for a moment, hesitant to take a certain item with him. He knew that this particular house was bound to be dangerous, considering he was offered support on this outing, but he didn’t want to believe that these werewolves could have been all that bad.

Looking in the trunk, Volkus pulled out a tranquilizer gun. It wasn’t anything special, but the part that disturbed him was the fact that the needle itself was part silver. Seeing it in action, the results were unpleasant to say the least. It was no secret that shifting was an extremely painful thing for werewolves to go through, but forcibly preventing the shift usually resulted in an almost seizure-like state for the victim. He reluctantly pulled out the tranquilizer to be safe, but he was desperately hoping that he’d never have to use one again.

With his preparations complete, he made his approach to the house from behind and looked to see what activity was going on. From what he could tell, he was for the most part unnoticed, and the pack of 6 was going about their business as normal. The large number of them was concerning to him, considering he was here by himself, but he figured that if he bided his time he might catch an opening.

What felt like hours passed and after it seemed like things weren’t going to be changing any, Volkus retreated from his vantage point. Walking across an empty backlot to where he parked, his hair stood on end as he smelled the same werewolves that were in the house being much closer now. He wanted to run but his legs were stuck on autopilot, and he didn’t know what was going to happen if he did. As if it were his worst nightmare coming true, the sound of a wolf rushing towards him rang through his head and he soon found himself knocked onto the hard pavement beneath him.

A scream pierced Volkus’ ears as he felt the mass on top of him shift around and leap off of him. “This has to be that bastard! Who else would be wearing fucking SILVER on them like this?” growled a voice from next to him. Thinking fast, Volkus pulled out his tranquilizer gun and flipped himself around to find another two unshifted werewolves approaching him, who he could only guess to be the alpha with one of his underlings.

“Hope you’ve got more than one bullet” sneered the beta, digging out a machete from his coat pocket and swiftly getting closer before the alpha pulled him back by his shirt collar. “Calm down Lewis, we’re here to pull information out of the rat, not kill it” spoke the taller man commandingly. Volkus’ heart had felt like it would about to explode, this was one of the worst possible outcomes and if he couldn’t get help soon, he was sure he was going to die tonight.

“What’s your plan, wolfboy? You that guy who’s been selling out packs lately?” demanded the alpha, stepping closer with a piercing glare on his face. Volkus didn’t know what to do, it was probably too late to run away, and if he stayed and fought there’s no way he could win. The only thing that he could think of was earn himself some time by appealing to them and hope that by some miracle an opening for escape would come up.

“Y-yes… I am” whimpered Volkus, resigning that he was found out, not knowing what else to say. The beta from earlier began to act up but was quickly shushed by the alpha; “And what do you think you’re doing, pulling this kind of business?” Thoughts raced through Volkus’ head once again, unsure of what he could possibly do in this scenario. “I… I don’t want to do this, I really don’t!” he stammered, tears welling up in his eyes.

Snapping his fingers, the intimidating alpha beckoned for the machete from the werewolf next to him. “Here we go. Now this makes a little more sense, now doesn’t it?” snickered the alpha, kneeling down onto Volkus and pressing the machete against his throat. “Who is it then? Who’s this asshole who’s looking to get us packs killed? Play dumb and I’ll start with your ear” he threatened, causing more tears to well up in Volkus’ eyes.

“I-it’s Silentread! He said that if I didn’t do this he’d put me in jail for murder! Please! You have to believe me, I’d never do this If I didn’t have to!” bawled Volkus, fearing for his life. The alpha sat up and released the machete but Volkus felt a sudden sharp pain across his face as the other man gave him an angry swipe of his claws. “First off, there’s no apologizing for the fact that you’ve ruined the lives of dozens of innocent werewolves so far, borderline your brothers and sisters for fucks sake. Second, if it’s Elgretor Silentread you’re talking about, then we’re still not done here” said the alpha, blood dripping off his claws onto Volkus’ shirt.