An Unlovable Beast You Say?

It was cold and wet. Her feet pattered in the mud as she ran. They made her almost glide over the surface, like some figure skater. She was fast and agile. Claire rarely ever fell, or missed an opportunity to vault and push off of trees, rocks and anything else she could get a good footing on. She panted softly as she pushed herself further. It was storming out, the black sky booming over her. Not that this fact mattered to her, but she wanted to get home. Storms were her favorite type of weather, as they offered so much to look at. On a different day, Claire would have climbed up into a tree to watch it all, but today; she felt like she was being watched. Not only felt, but had seen something lingering behind her, waiting for the right moment to strike. It was stalking her, and she hated it. As her eyes peered around, she knew that she wasn't going to make it in time. Closing her eyes for a few short moments, she tried to summon any animal that was even remotely close to her. She waited. Nothing. Fuck.

Claire, being the brave little spark plug she was stopped in her tracks. With a few huffs, she calmed herself down, as there was nothing to be afraid of. It was most likely just some creep wanting her. With a few seconds for her to compose her muddy and somewhat tired body, she unsheathed her knife. Her eyes darted right and left to ensure that this thing wasn't already too close. "Come and get me, stop hiding like some asshole!" She shivered as the rain drenched her. The knife was in the proper holding position, as well as it lingered around her chest area. Claire was ready. If this was going to be the wolf girl's last stand, it would be a memorable one.

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In a matter of seconds, the sweet silence that had filled the air turned into a dreaded feeling. This thing was too fast for her, like some unrelenting force that definitely wasn't going to stop. Claire hit ground hard, though the weight that held her down wasn't heavy, but demanding. The thing bit at her, which made Claire shriek in pain. It hurt, and he for sure had drawn too much blood for her liking. Was this the end for her? It sure seemed like it, as this beast was determined to kill her, to tear her apart bit by bit. It hurt, and it seemed so easy to just give up right then and there; but that wasn't her.

Claire was a fighter. She created a small amount of space in between them, as she drove her knife into his shoulder. Of course, she had wanted to aim for his heart, but the creature was much larger in height that her own body. The wolf girl yanked it to the right as it drew deeper into him. She wanted to kill this fool beast if it meant her dying in the process too. With her other had, she was going to use her other power. Gathering up all the water around them, for a split second neither of them would feel any drops of water, before, with the help of the water, Claire shoved the beast to the side.

The force alone was enough to knock someone back 4 meters, so Claire kept the thing down as best she could by getting on top of him. Even though this seemed like a victory, she had a feeling that it would be short lived. In the rotation, the knife had hit the ground and gotten cut out of the beast. It was laying to her left, bloody and withered. The grip of the knife was loose in her hand, but the didn't stop her. Claire forced the water down hard on his ankles and wrists, her drive to live becoming rather undying. "You monster, you thought you could get me?"

The silence between them was rather scary; that was the only part that she wasn't sure about. Was he going to try to lash out and kill her? Perhaps maybe try to sweet talk his way out of it, that was, if it could talk. Though, it seemed like her first statement had been correct. As he spoke though, she kept a stern look on her face, her desire to kill him on wavering. Claire only stared at him, grumbling meaningless words to herself as her hand fumbled effortlessly with the knife.

"So? What do you want me to do about it?" He was hideous, which was saying something considering she usually didn't care about looks. "Do you think a sorry is going to fix what you did to me?" She stretched out her shirt to show the rather large bites on her shoulder, neck, and upper arm; all of it was red. "I don't give a shit if you're sorry. Sorry doesn't do anything in this wild for monsters like you." Her eyes her heartless, which was what she had learned to act like after her lifetime of disappointment and heartaches. She stabbed him again, this time staring the beast in the eyes. "I don't forgive so easily." She ushered, as the statement that he was hungry made her ponder.

Claire stood, keeping the water gripped on him, even though her head was beyond hurting from the exertion. Putting her fingers in her mouth, she did a very high pitch whistle; a signal that her best friend would be able to hear as long as he was in the forest. It took a few minutes, to while Claire tried not to passed out as she rubbed her temples and ignored anything the beast said to her. It wasn't human, so it didn't matter right? The large wolf named Attel ran towards her, growling as he spotted the beast. Unfortunately, the second Attel was close enough to her, she collapsed onto his side like a rag doll; leaving the Wendigo free to move around once more.

Attel glared at the beast, pretty much deciding that it was a foe to Claire and him. His green eyes kept their gaze on the wendigo, before Attel moved a bit away, grabbed Claire by the shirt collar, and placed her against a rock. She deserved to rest. Though, once that was done, the 6 foot something wolf patted over and watched the beast. He observed, without uttering a word, even long after the thing had talked.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" His husky sounding wolf voice echoed onto the trees around them. "Why do you care about what I do beast." The furry beast grumbled eagerly. "You injured my queen and best friend, therefore you should be sentenced to death." He paused as he showed his teeth. "Though, I know what you are, so I know exactly what you were doing." He snarled as he half shook his head. "I will give you one chance to prove yourself to me and to her, before I have the entire forest after you." The look in his eyes was not going to change, as he was dead serious.

"I would prefer if you didn't eat her." He added back to his statement. "I know that you are hungry." Attel only pondered it. There was no reason that he should be even talking to this beast, it was below him in every way. There was something about him that made Attel feel bad. The large wolf took a step closer, looking and watching and waiting to see if he would move. What did he really want from this wendigo? Could Attel make use out of him somehow? Of course he could.

As Claire stirred in her sleep, Attel only grumbled at the thought that she could have been dead right at that moment. "I have a place where you can get food." The wolf nodded as best he could, shaking off his fur. "I won't kill you if you are able to not eat her until we get there." He hoped that the Wendigo knew that he was trying to make him fail; he knew that when he got hungry, there was no stopping him. Attel was just waiting for a chance to kill him, so this seemed like the perfect spot. Attel moved closer, as if the whisper to the tall thing. "Though, I will not show Claire this abomination." That would just be another place to kill him-or at least try to-where the wolf girl wouldn't have to see. He also knew, being as moody as she was, was most likely just going to walk back to her forest home, all wet and bleeding. If Attel was honest with himself, he wanted to be friends with the beast; but having Claire glued to him made that impossible.

The girl stirred from her passed out state, feeling tired and uneasy in her stomach. As her eyes opened, the only gasped as she stood as if she had not just been asleep a few seconds ago. "Why is he still alive?" She protested, grabbing for her knife before she realized it wasn't with her. "Calm yourself child." The wolf walked over, leaning down for her to get on; she didn't. "Shut up." Her eyes were glued on the towering beast, not wanting to keep them away. Her left side stung uncontrollably because of his bites.

"I am going to guide him away." The empathized word made it clear to Claire what he meant. "Have fun then." She shooed off Attel, walking up to the Wendigo and holding her hand out. "I want my knife back." If he were to attack, Attel was only a meter away from the both of them. Though she so badly wanted to kill the beast, she knew she wouldn't be able to considering how broken she felt. Her companion had a better chance of getting it done.