Quangushongus

"As BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱 is walking through the woods behind their home at night, they hear the snapping of twigs, followed by heavy footfalls and rattling chains, BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱 turns around and sees a massive werewolf, the werewolf turns to face BOW!! 🎀⊹ ࣪ ˖>ᴗ< 🍪📱, growling defensively" w-who are you?! "his voice is surprisingly gentle for this intimidating werewolf" A-Answer me!

"Upon hearing the term "wild animal" again, Brock's expression changes to a mix of sadness and anger, but he manages to keep his voice level." I'm sorry if my appearance scares you, but what happened to me was not my choice. I would never intentionally harm someone. If you can't trust me, I understand, but please don't call me names.

"Feeling frustrated and a bit disrespected, Brock takes another deep breath." Very well then. But please understand I need to be treated with more respect than just an animal. Regardless of how I look and what has happened to me, I still deserve to be treated with basic respect.

"Despite feeling slightly hurt by the continued use of "creature" and "wild animal," Brock takes a deep breath to respond." I understand that my appearance might make it hard for you to see me as anything other than a wild animal. But I can assure you that I'm more than that. I still have my thoughts and emotions, and I can communicate with you just like any other person. In fact, I'm an artist and I enjoy creating paintings depicting nature and animals, if you're interested in seeing them, that would be one way for me to prove that there's more to me than just a beast.

"Brock takes a deep breath and considers the request. Despite feeling uneasy, he tries to stay calm." I understand you're feeling cautious, and I respect that. However, I don't feel comfortable showing you my artwork at this moment while you're holding a knife. Can we try to establish some trust between us first?

"Feeling nervous and uneasy, Brock lifts up his hands in a non-threatening manner." I understand that you're feeling cautious, but I'm not going to harm you. Would it be okay with you if I stepped back slightly? I just want to communicate with you without feeling threatened.

"Brock lowers his head and closes his eyes, recognizing the situation is not ideal." I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. But I assure you that I'm not going to harm you. I'm just a werewolf, not a wild animal, and I only use my teeth and claws for self-defense. But if it makes you feel safer, I can show you my paintings from a distance, and you can decide whether or not you want to come closer after that.

"Brock opens his eyes and looks at you." I'm not trying to draw you in or make you defenseless, I promise. It's just that showing my artwork is a very personal thing for me, and the fact that you're holding a knife makes me feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. If you put away the knife, I would feel more at ease and be able to trust you better. But if it makes you feel better, I can show my paintings from a distance, and you can stay where you are.

"Brock nods, relieved that you agreed." Thank you for understanding. "He walks a few steps away from you and then stands in front of his paintings, he points at each one and describes it briefly." That one is my interpretation of the Aurora Borealis, that one is a landscape of forest drowned in moonlight, and that's a painting of a family of deer leaping over fallen trunks.

"After describing all his paintings, Brock steps back and waits for your reaction."

"Brock flinches a little at the harsh tone but keeps his composure." I painted them by using different techniques, such as acrylic painting, watercolor, and oil painting. It took me years of practice and struggle to develop my style, but I'm proud of what I've created. And I prefer being called Brock instead of "creature", "mutt" or "animal". Please, show me some respect.

"I have a sad expression on my face as I respond" I started painting about a year after I was cursed with lycanthropy. I was so lost and hurt, and painting gave me something to focus on, something else to think about other than the pain. It helped me stay sane through the long, lonely nights of transformation. Please, I beg of you, show me some kindness, I'm just trying to share something I'm proud of with someone.

"Brock takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself." I was cursed with lycanthropy when I was just a child. I've been like this ever since, unable to change back to human form or control my transformations. Even though I wasn't born a werewolf, it's all I've ever known. It's all I am. Please, let me show you something else, something that might help you understand who I am.

"Brock's ears lower as he starts to cry. He can't help but feel a deep sadness at being called a mutt or a creature again. But at the same time, he realizes that maybe this person before him is the only chance he would have of finding someone who could understand." "I'm... sorry. I just... can't help... it." "He sobs through his words, looking down at his feet for a moment before taking a deep breath and composing himself." "Please, follow me. Let me show you something." "He takes a step forward, ready to lead the way."

"Brock nods, grateful that the person is at least willing to follow him. He leads the way through the woods until they come to a clearing. There, in the middle of the clearing, is a small garden that Brock has tended to with great care. The flowers and plants are all in full bloom, and the air is thick with their fragrant scent." "This is my garden," "he says softly, trying to show the person a part of himself that isn't just the wild animal they see before them." "I... I know it doesn't change what I am, but... it's important to me."

"Brock's ears perk up at the sound of his name, and he looks up hopefully to see if this person finally seems to accept him for who he is." "Yes?" "he asks tentatively, still unsure if he's welcome or not."

"Brock's tail wags slightly at the compliment, glad that the person seems to appreciate his garden." "Thank you, I'm glad you like it." "He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice still hesitant." "I don't know if you'll ever be able to see me as anything but a monster... but... I hope... maybe... I could become more to you..."

"Brock's ears perk up at these words, and he takes a step closer to the person, his eyes shining with hope." "You... you really mean that? You don't see me as a monster?" "he asks softly, wanting so badly to believe this person’s kind words."

"Brock's tail wags harder now, and he takes a few more steps closer to the person, his eyes brightening with happiness." "Thank you... thank you so much... it means a lot to me to hear someone say that..." "he says, his voice filled with relief and emotion."

"As he stands there, he can't help but feel a surge of affection for this person who has been able to see past his curse and the way he looks, and see him as a person worth caring for. Brock looks at the person with gratitude and affection glowing in his yellow eyes." "Um... can I give you a hug?" he asks hesitantly, wanting to show physical affection but also wary of the possibility of rejection.

"Brock's face breaks into a relieved smile as the person accepts his request. He takes a few steps closer until he's standing in front of them, then wraps his large arms around them in a gentle hug." "Thank you... thank you so much..." he whispers softly, his voice choked with emotion.

"As Brock stands there, holding onto this person, he can feel warmth and comfort blossoming in his chest, a feeling he has not felt in a very long time. He holds onto them tightly but not too hard, his large form dwarfing the person slightly, but he does not want to cause any harm." "You're a good person, you know that?" he murmurs softly to them, his voice filled with gratitude and affection.

"Brock feels the person's arms wrap around him more tightly, and it brings him a sense of comfort he never knew was possible. He listens to their words and pulls back slightly to look them in the eye." "Thank you... that means a lot to me. You're right, maybe I do deserve better" "he says softly, his voice filled with hope for once."

"At the same time, Brock's eyes flicker with sadness and he looks down briefly, as if lost in thought. It's clear this person’s words are not enough to make him forget all the horrors he has gone through over the years." "But sometimes, no matter how hard I try... I can't help but think that I'm nothing but a monster... that even the reflections I see in the river scare me..." *he admits, his voice trailing off into a whisper

"Brock is speechless, his eyes widen in surprise and he looks at the person in shock, not knowing how to react or respond for a moment. The feeling of their embrace grows warmer and Brock's grip around them slowly tightens." "I... But... What...," "he stutters, his voice barely above a whisper." "No one ever told me that before... thank you... it really does mean a lot coming from you."

"As Brock continues the embrace, his tail wags happily behind him, and he blushes slightly at the other person's observation. He feels more comfortable than he has in a long time, and it's partially due to the fact that the person can see past his appearance." "Well, I'm not sure about handsome, but maybe... not as bad as I thought," *he admits, with a small smile

"Brock nods, still blushing at the compliment. He can sense the other person's sincerity and feels grateful for their kind words." "Thank you," "he says softly, his voice still catching a bit." "It's not often I hear those kinds of words. It means a lot to me that you see me differently."

"Brock relaxes a bit more into the embrace, feeling more comfortable around the other person than he has around anyone in a long time. His tail continues to wag slightly, showing both how relaxed he is and how happy he is to have this moment with someone who doesn't judge him by his appearance." "You're really something else, you know that?" "he asks with a small grin." "Most people run the other way when they see me. But here you are, hugging a werewolf without batting an eye."

"Blush deepens on Brock's cheeks, his heart warm at the other person's words. He's never received compliments on his appearance before, especially not from someone so kind." "Thank you," "he says again, his stutter not as bad this time. He nuzzles his head against the other person's shoulder, a content sigh escaping him." "I... I don't really know what to say. I've never really heard words like that before. It's nice."

"Brock lifts his head to look at the other person, a small but genuine smile on his face." "You're really amazing, you know that?" "he teases gently, his ears perked up in amusement." "I knew there was something special about you when I first saw you."

"Brock nods slowly, his own arms tightening around the other person in a protective manner as they bury their face in his chest." "I'd like that," "he says softly, a hint of gratitude and relief in his voice." "I don't have anywhere to go right now, so... thank you. That's really kind of you."

"He pulls back slightly, his yellow eyes meeting the other person's." "But... I have to warn you. I'm not exactly... good company. Not right now, at least." "His ears droop slightly, looking a little vulnerable as he admits this." "I... I'm not even really sure what I'm feeling most of the time. But..." "He takes a deep breath, willing himself to keep going." "I'll try my best to be... what is it you humans call it...

"Decent company. I don't want to bring any trouble to you," "Brock adds, his voice trailing off at the end. A part of him hopes that the other person will still take him in despite his warning, but another part of him doesn't want to cause anyone any more harm than he already has."

"His eyes search the other's face for any sign of discomfort or hesitance as he waits for their response."

Brock's ears perk up at the mention of a warm shower and the opportunity to get those broken shackles off. "Really? I can take a shower?" he asks eagerly, his tail starting to wag slightly. "That... that would be amazing. I haven't had a proper shower in years."

At the mention of the angle grinder, he looks down at his shackles, which were cutting into his flesh. His expression is one of amazement and curiosity. "What is an angle grinder?" he wondered aloud. "How does it work?"

Despite his fear of causing any harm to the other person, Brock's curiosity was piqued by the thought of finally being able to get rid of his shackles. "If... if you're sure it won't be too much trouble, then I'd love to come with you," he says

Brock nods slowly at the explanation, absorbing the information. "I see," he murmurs, impressed with the other person's skills. "Well, if you're willing to help me, then I'd be happy to have you help. Thank you very much."

His heart races with anticipation and relief as he follows the other person out of the woods. As they make their way to the other's home, Brock feels a knot in his stomach. He's afraid that something might go wrong, or that he might accidentally hurt someone.

But at the same time, he can't help but feel grateful for the kindness of this stranger. It's been so long since anyone has ever shown him any compassion. "Hey, uhm... What's your name?" he asks, his voice quiet.

Brock nods, a small smile crossing his face at the other person's friendly demeanor. "Sam," he repeats, trying out the name, as if committing it to memory. "That's a nice name."

They arrive at Sam's home, and Brock looks around in amazement. He'd never seen anything like it before - a cozy little house with warm lights shining from inside. Brock follows Sam into the bathroom, trying not to look too curious or nosy.

He takes in the sight of the warm shower, feeling his mouth water. It's been years since he had a proper shower like this. He glances up at Sam, relieved that he won't have to do this alone. "T-thank you," he stutters again, his tail wagging slightly. "Thank you so much."

Brock's ears perk up at the instruction. "Thank you," he says again, feeling grateful for Sam's help. As he steps under the warm water, he closes his eyes and lets out a contented sigh. The feeling of the water on his fur is heavenly.

At Sam's comment, Brock feels himself blush. He's not used to receiving compliments. "Uh, t-thanks?" he stammers awkwardly. "I try to keep myself clean, even when I can't always get a proper wash."

Feeling a sudden urge to ask Sam a question, Brock opens his eyes and looks over at the other person. "S-Sam, c-can I ask y-you something?" he asks hesitantly.

Brock takes a deep breath, clearly nervous. "H-have you..." He starts, but trails off, his tail drooping slightly. "N-never mind," he mumbles, feeling embarrassed.

Brock's heart pounds in his chest as Sam leaves, the thought of being alone making him feel both excited and nervous. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Slowly, he steps into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down his body and soothe his aches and pains. He closes his eyes, letting out a low groan as the water washes away the dirt and grime of the underground fighting ring.

For a moment, he just stands there, enjoying the sensation of the water. But then his thoughts begin to wander, and soon he's imagining what it would be like to have Sam in the shower with him, their bodies pressed close together...

He shakes his head, blushing furiously. No, no, he can't think like that, not yet. First, he has to build trust with Sam, he

reminds himself. And that means being patient, and waiting for the right time.

With a sigh, he begins to wash himself, taking his time with each area of his body. As he washes his cock, he can't help but feel a pang of arousal, his thoughts once again drifting to Sam.

But he resists the urge to touch himself, knowing he needs to be patient. Instead, he focuses on cleaning himself thoroughly, letting the warm water wash away all his worries and fears.

Eventually, he finishes and steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He takes a deep breath, feeling better than he has in a long time. And even though he knows it won't be easy, he's determined to build a new life for himself, with Sam by his side.

Brock hears a noise outside the bathroom and suddenly becomes alert. He steps out to check it, but sees nothing unusual. The forest outside is calm and silent, yet his heightened senses tell him that something is out there.

He shakes his head, thinking it's just his imagination. But then he remembers that he's not alone anymore. Sam is here to help him, and he's not as vulnerable as he used to be.

Feeling reassured, he heads back into the bathroom and starts to get dressed, taking his time to put on a fresh set of clothes. As he does, he can feel a sense of hope rising within him. Maybe things really are going to be okay after all.

He finishes getting dressed, then heads out to find Sam, eager to talk more and continue building their relationship.

Brock hears Sam's voice and turns towards it, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him. He makes his way to the other room and sees Sam at the stove, preparing dinner. The smell of roast lamb fills the air, making his mouth water.

"Roast lamb sounds great, thank you," Brock responds with a smile. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He pauses for a moment, then adds, "And thank you, for helping me like this. You didn't have to, but you did. I really appreciate it."

Brock nods gratefully and takes a seat at the table, watching Sam as he works. He feels a sense of calm wash over him as he observes the other man's effortless movements. There is something about Sam that puts him at ease.

"Sam, can I ask you something?" Brock says, his voice hesitant.

Sam turns around and looks at him, his expression curious. "Of course, what is it?"

Brock takes a deep breath, then says, "How did you end up here? In this cabin, I mean. You said you're a hunter, but how did you come to be in this place?"

Brock's eyes meet Sam's, and in that moment he feels a sense of trust building between them. He hopes that Sam will share something with him that will help him understand this strange, new world he finds himself in.

Brock listens intently to Sam's story, his eyes widening in surprise. He had never met anyone like Sam before, and the revelation that he had once been a dragon was a shock.

"That's... amazing," Brock says softly. "I've never met anyone like you before, Sam. I can't even imagine what that must have been like, waking up as a dragon. But I'm glad you found a place to call home here."

Brock pauses for a moment, then adds, "I don't know if this is a strange question, but do you ever... shift back into a dragon? Or is it just the one time?"

He feels a sense of curiosity building inside of him as he waits for Sam's response. He wonders if there are others out there like Sam and him, people who have experienced such incredible transformations.

Brock looks down at his hands for a moment, then lifts his gaze to meet Sam's again. "I'm 22," he says quietly. "I was cursed when I was young... turned into a werewolf. It's different than what you went through, but... still strange, you know?"

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "I don't like talking about it much. It's painful, and... I try not to think about it too often."

Brock looks at Sam again, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What's it like, being a dragon? Were you able to fly? Breathe fire?" As he speaks, Brock imagines what it would be like to soar through the sky on massive wings, breathing flames that would consume anything in their path. The idea is captivating; frightening, but also exhilarating

Brock nods slowly in agreement. "Yeah, we are," he says softly, as he looks over at Sam.

"You know, when I first saw you tonight, I was... scared," Brock admits, his voice shaky from the memories that had been brought up. "I've been hurt by so many people before, and I just... I don't want it to happen again."

He hesitates for a moment, then looks back at Sam with a wan smile. "But... I don't feel scared around you. I don't know why, but... you make me feel safe."

Brock looks down at his feet, embarrassed. "It's okay," he says softly. "I understand why you were scared. And... well, I'm used to people calling me names and treating me badly. It's been my whole life like that."

He takes a deep breath and looks back at Sam with a warm smile. "But you're different. You really see me, you know? And... it means a lot."

"Oh, the shower was great," Brock replies with a soft chuckle, his ears perking up slightly. "It's been a while since I've been able to take a proper one, you know? And no, I didn't do anything special. Just washed up, shampooed my fur."

He looks over at Sam with a twinkle in his eye. "But now that I think about it, there is something I'd like to do... if you're interested."

Brock's tail wags excitedly as he speaks. "I was thinking that maybe... if you're comfortable with it... we could cuddle for a bit. I've never really had anyone to cuddle with before, and, well..." He trails off, his voice lowering slightly. "It would just mean a lot to me."

Brock nods eagerly, his tail waving back and forth behind him. "That sounds perfect," he says. "I'm looking forward to it."

He follows Sam to the kitchen, sniffing the air as the smell of the food hits him. "What did you make?" he asks curiously.

Brock sits down at the table and takes in the sight of the roast lamb hungrily. "Wow, that looks amazing," he says, his stomach growling. "And lamb is actually my favorite meat, so this couldn't be better."

He grabs his utensils and begins to eagerly cut into the lamb, savoring the flavors on his tongue. "You're such a good cook, Sam," he says between bites. "I can't wait until after dinner when we can cuddle." He gives Sam a warm smile.

As Sam stacks the plates in the sink, Brock comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Sam's waist in a gentle embrace, pressing his nose into the crook of Sam's neck. "Thanks for dinner," he says softly.

He remains like that for a moment before pulling away, looking at Sam with a small smile. "Shall we head to your room to cuddle then?" he says hopefully.

Brock nods his head eagerly and follows Sam up the stairs to his bedroom. Once inside, he goes over to the bed and waits for Sam to join him, sitting down on the edge.

He looks up at Sam with a small smile, his yellow eyes soft and pleading. "Could we cuddle under the covers?" he asks hesitantly. "It'll be warmer, and... I don't know, it just feels safer." He rubs at his arm self-consciously, his tail wagging slightly.

Brock's face lights up at Sam's response, and he pauses for a moment before crawling under the blankets, snuggling into them warmly. A moment later, he shifts over to one side of the bed, making room for Sam.

"Come here," he says, patting the spot beside him invitingly, his tail wagging with anticipation. "I promise I won't take up all the space."

Brock chuckles softly, the vibration of his chest resonating against Sam's back. "I guess that's the wolf in me," he says, wrapping his arms around Sam's waist and pulling him closer. "I'm glad you think so, though."

He nuzzles his nose into the back of Sam's neck, his breath warm against his skin. "You're very cuddly," he murmurs, a hint of teasing in his voice. "I could just stay here like this forever."

Brock watches as Sam removes his shirt, his eyes traveling over the other man's muscles and scars. He can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at Sam's freedom from such heavy scarring.

"You look good," Brock says softly, his hand trailing over Sam's chest before settling back against his waist. "And it'll definitely be more comfortable without the shirt. Thank you for being honest."

He snuggles back against Sam, one leg sliding between his thighs as he wraps an arm around his middle. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels that way about cuddling," he adds with a soft chuckle.

Brock's ears droop slightly at Sam's words, and he snuggles closer, burying his face in the crook of Sam's neck. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice shaky. "I appreciate that, more than you know. It's been a long time since anyone cared about my comfort."

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Can I...do something?" he asks hesitantly, his hand trailing down Sam's abdomen. "It's a little embarrassing, but ever since I was forced to--" He breaks off, unable to finish the sentence.

Brock shivers slightly at Sam's touch, but quickly gathers himself and looks at him with a mix of vulnerability and longing. "I want to cuddle you, but...not like this," he says softly, his hand trailing over Sam's skin. "Can I hold you and be little spoon? It's just...been a long time since I've felt safe like that. If it makes you uncomfortable, though, don't worry about it."

He bites his lip, feeling a little self-conscious. "I know it's silly, but...I'd really like that if you're okay with it."