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Ettore is written with a fresh, new concept and will NOT involve typical cliches such as:
- A possessive Alpha with a black-furred wolf
- A pushover female lead...
The moment Vindicatio had awoken he was on his feet and making his way through the forest yet again. It didn't take long for a group of wolves varying in different shades ranging from tawny to russet-red to surround him. Their lips were curled back and hackles were standing on end.
Wild Wolves.
But they weren't the plateau ones that showed up that day Ettore had been captured. They were forest dwellers. He took a step forward receiving a chorus of low warning growls. He felt tempted to shift into his beastly form to give them a real scare. But he couldn't help but wonder if it could be more like Salvatore's and be more wolf-like and a quadruped again. He closed his eyes picturing it. The shift cracked his spin hurling him to the ground. Was this how it had been like for Ettore the first time he took on Vindicatio's wolf form? The other wolves took a step back, their blue eyes watching closely as Vindicatio's bones snapped and readjusted as a familiar coat of grays, blacks, tawny, and russety ears were pulled back against his skull as he stood up on his four legs, tail swishing slightly in a teasing manner.
This form felt the most natural to him, the second being the beast as it was still mostly wolf, the most foreign was his human form. The other wolves closed in, snapping their jaws at him as he turned around in a circle. Vindicatio lurched forward at the largest one snapping his jaws harshly.
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The largest of the group dwarfed in size compared to Vindicatio. He leaped forward eyes trained on Vindicatio's throat. Vindicatio effortlessly swatted him to the ground with one of his massive paws. The wolf got back up shaking loose foliage and green moss from his white and tan pelt. Vindicatio lunged with unfathomable speed, pinning the tan wolf under his heavy body, his breath fanning against his throat. The tan wolf craned his neck, a sign of submission. Vindicatio stepped off not taking his eyes off the tan wolf and his silent comrades who still stood in a circle.
The tan wolf shifted into a human form, he was a man around the same age as Vindicatio. His face held a scar that ran from his left temple, across the bridge of his nose and disappeared under the right side of his jaw. Two other scars were running parallel to it but they started on his left and right cheekbones. It was undoubtedly from battle -- clawed by another wolf. His long, black hair was braided down his back, a hawk feather tied at the bottom.
"Reveal yourself," was all he said as he crossed his arms over his chest, not concerned at all with the concept of modesty.
Vindicatio felt himself take on his human form seconds later, he wasn't in the mood for further conflict. He had enough on his plate already.
