A Place Of Pure; Comfort OC X Reader

-»An Introduction To Ponder•

Welcome to the A Place Of Pure Comfort; First book.

 This is a short chapter, short story series, and I hope to accomplish it. My OC will be based in a relationship to you, my dear reader. 

Please do not take this as a normal fanfiction, as this is based from no fan. Other than my love towards my own made character. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you have read the description of this.

Let's Begin

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Do you remember that feeling of complete adrenaline. That buzz that zips through your body as the wind slaps you in the face softly. That excitement you get from feeling your hair fly behind you. That pump in your legs that you get when you run, and you run so fast that the pump gets tighter, like coil is wrapping itself around your leg.

That is what I feel right now.

The silver shine of the crescent moon shimmering down on me makes me feels livelier. Common wolves, and the Alpha, howling deep into the night. The dark, dried, grass scrunching underneath my feet. The laughing and yelling competition of my pack ringing through the air. 

But then there's the unknown lying deep within the depths of the beautiful, sleek treed forest. Dark oaks, and green leaves covering the place. And oh, the scent of wood bark and ash filling the atmosphere, stained with the unknown smells of porcelien, metallic, bland blood. Freshly juiced, thick, oh so nice blood. Slipping through your lips unbeknownst to you, acting as a lipstick of the finest. 

These woods I grew up in, my comfort zone, every part of it is exciting, but so very scary.

Tonight is the night where us beasts celebrate our accomplishments, and appreciate the strength we are given.

Also, it is the night we go deep in the woods, running until we pass out, wake up in the morning bare, only to continue running till night meets us again.

But not tonight. Well, not for me. I can't deal with the running, waking up, and more running anymore. Yes, it brings excitement, adrenaline rushes, blood spilling of unfortunate deers or humans in these woods, and a workout. But I just not up for it.

I want to go home.

I want to swing on the swing set in my backyard for as many more years as possible. I want to—

Spill Blood.

—I want to spill lots and lots of blood of unlucky trespassers on my territory. Oh what fun that is.

Picking up my bearings, I rush behind a tree and morph back. Slipping on my clothes as quickly as possible, while I'm at it. My packs howls and laughter drains away, and becomes distant. Until I can't hear it anymore. I slip my midnight black converse on, and make a dash South of the original North my pack and I were heading towards.

Minutes pass, and next thing I know, I'm skidding to a stop at the doorstep of my house. I quickly fumble one hand around in my pocket, the nights cool breeze hitting my face and body, and pick out my keys. A light sigh leaves me lips as I open the door, and am met with the beautiful smell of sea minerals, mixed with a beautiful scent of fresh mint. My nostrils flair lightly as I sniff my house, the usual comforting scent making my aching muscles calm.