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Started August 19, 2022 by @Adam_gets_railed_by_men

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“ I'm a hell hound! the son of satan himself! Why would people not wanna kill me!” he said, looking sad “ they treat me as if I chose to be the bringer of death. “

“Well…you said it yourself. They don’t like your kind or your daddy.” Raf shrugged. “I have nothing against you. I mean, I’ve been closer to death then you’d ever bring me.” He didn’t know what to say or what he could possibly do. “Uh, odd question, but what type of school is this..?”

“ it's a school for magic users. People are just born with power or were made out of the unwilling “

The corners of his mouth pulled into a frown. “She just had to rub it in. I’m an unusual werewolf. We’re not supposed to have an elemental powers. You’re a Hellhound, it’s acceptable. But for me? No. It was the same for my dad. Werewolves don’t like individuals that break the normality.” And then he furrowed his brow, sitting in any available chair. “What does ‘were made out of the unwilling' mean?”

“ hell hound are not simply born. People sell their souls or their unborn childs soul “ he wispered

Raf blinked at him blankly for a good minute. “Who sold your soul to the devil? Were you unwanted like me. My aunt threw my in here so she didn’t have to deal with after my parents disappeared.”

“ my mother sold it, for her husband back.”

“That’s harsh. I wouldn’t trade my child’s soul for anything.” He paused, leaning his head against his hand. “So..does that just automatically make you kiddo of the devil? I don’t understand how that works?”

“ the devil took me in, he felt the same way and also needed a heir to his throne.”

Raf stiffened. “Well—if I piss you off, I won’t wind up dead will I? I like living—to an extent.” He shook his head, messing up his hair and tangling it again. “Some heirs can be dangerous to befriend.”

“ If you make me that mad, I wouldn't advise touching me. But otherwise, you will be fine,” he said

Raf gave a little nod. “Do not touch if mad. I do not wish to be murdered.” Sighing, he lifted his head up, staring at the boy with a solemn face. “So, now what? Are we going to chill here for the time being?”

“ if you would like”

Soon Leo texted rafe, having gotten his number somehow ( for plot convince ) “hey! We got a bet going around for four hundred dollars if anyone can get the hound down in bed!”

Raf looked down at the table, picking up his phone as it buzzed. He looked at conspicuous text sent by an unsaved number. What does Raf do? He texts “No :)”

“look, it's Leo! I saved you from him! I think you can do it, plus I already told everyone you would.”

Raf stared at the phone, a look of disgust on his face. He started to kick his legs in annoyances. “Ohh, the stupid guy who didn’t even help me, got it! I saved myself from him, not you. Anyway, I don’t dabble in that.” Then Raf read I already told everyone you would. “Seriously?! What is wrong with you???”

“it's a joke chill. Just sleep with wolfie and you'll be fine.”

Raf gawked at the message before him. “Do it yourself 💜. I don’t understand why I need to be looped into this. If you want me to do something, come speak to me one on one” He slammed his phone down on the table, staring at Eyros with the thought in mind. He shook his head, clearing his head.

Eyros jolted at raf slamming his phone down “ everything okay?” he asked softy and walked over to the werewolf

Raf blinked, bringing himself out of his hazy thinking. “Yeah— that Leo guy somehow found my number and is now bothering me. It should be fine, nothing to worry about.” Glancing at the phone, he glanced back up at Eyros and gave the hound a hug. “He’s stupid.”

Eyros chuckled, nestling into the hug “ he really is.” he said and gave a soft smile

Raf coughed as he took in the hellhounds scent. It’s was interesting to say the least. “I have another question. When do the next classes start?” He laid his head on the boy’s shoulder. “And why are you so nice to me?”

“ it starts in an hour, and because you haven't given me a reason not to,” he said, hearing the other cough made him regret not smothering himself in cologne to not smell like hell. Literally.

"An hour? What could one do in an hour. That's 60 minutes of nothing!" Raf whined, pulling himself out of the hug. He grabbed his phone and turned to Eyros. "Are there any— 'hunting grounds' around, perhaps? I'm getting restless. And it would be nice to munch on a snack." He looked over at the bowl of tater tots. "No offense to your— tater tot stuff."

“ non taken, come on,” he said and smirked playfully. Eyros walked out his door, letting raf follow behind

Raf followed Eyros down the hall, admiring the beautiful architecture. He wondered where he was being led. After all, he's only known the guy for a short time. He could be murdered right here.

Eyros led him outside, his body shifting into the hell hound. The ground underneath his paws blackened and smoked, shriveling away. He hated it but it was who he was.
Eyros looked back at rafe and waited for him to do the same. While he only hoped rafe trusted him, he knew the wolf needed to eat something real, and so did he.

Raf shifted into his wolf form, his golden pelt over take with spots of dark brown (As I forgot he had blonde hair with dark patches). He shook himself, freeing his fur. He padded along side Eyros, his stomach growl from the hunger that showed on his body. He would be hella thin for months. Raf needed to gain some weight after being restricted from hunter for so long. His aunt was aware it was the only way he ate. Nothing else suited his fancy.

Eyros tucked his head under rafs for a second before taking off at a run. He could feel the air ignite his fame as he ran. Like gas to a match, it got smaller before sparking into a roaring blue fire.

Raf chirped in happiness, his tail wagging quickly. He broke into a run, running ahead of Eyros, but wasn’t sure were to go. He hadn’t been around the bend yet. There hasn’t been a chance for his to scout out the grounds. Raf let out a small whine, feeling overwhelmed with the new smells.