Rusger Oneshots

A Demon and A Werewolf

Requested by : TheDreamGirl171

I honestly never thought about a part 2, for this AU. I loved it, but the idea of a part 2 just never came to me. Until one fateful day that this wonderful person requested it, and so I thought, 'Hmm, since I can't bring it FORWARDS, why not try BACKWARDS?'

So here, I give you a Prequel(ish) of Meet you at Hell's moon, originally requested by Mr_duckko. Hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing and planing this out!!!

Warning!!!: Blood, some bones, and human organs in these two chapters. Take care of your self and read safetly people😀 (forgot to add this the first time XD )
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A shadowy figure clawed up a roof of a house, leaving little holes behind in his wake. It was huge, and something that looked like fur reflected the moon's glow, shining brightly in its full glory in the night sky.

Russia stood on the rooftop of a house in his village. He felt the power of the wolf coursing in his veins, awaken by the full moon. His transformation just a few minutes ago had hurt, but not as much as the pure agony like his first one.

He was just a plain old villager in the day, but one night in every month, he was the village's fabled werewolf. Bigger than two grey wolves combined, and taller than two grown men standing on the other's shoulders, his fellow villagers had the right to fear him. His fangs were like ivory blades, his claws like swords that could stred flesh like paper, and his entire body with bulging with muscles, fit for a wolf and a man combined.

His human consciousness still had control over the body, allowing him to still be able to think and plot and plan attacks. And talk too. But the wolf's curse sometimes ripped his mind away, causing more human deaths and anguish to fill his always hungry stomach.

And he was very hungry now. So he went to the edge of the forest, and there was his meal. Two young goats, meat still tender and evenly fatty, just how he liked it. They were tied to a wooden pike hammered to the dirt ground, bletting pathetically. He was really pleased with how this all worked out. Many months ago, when he had just turned and the village now knew about the new beast haunting it's border, his human self had given the idea to the village's mayor to sacrifice their best livestock every full moon to hopefully keep the wolf from eating themselves.

And thought there was some negativity, the plan worked and the wolf never touched the humans in the village. There was once a very drunk man who wandered out of the village and neared the forest, but that was it. Thought he could never get the taste of HUMAN MEAT away from his mind now after tasting it once.

Growling softly, Russia creeped towards the goats, the wolf's spirit demanding FOOD. The two goats died quickly, one quick swipe to the neck and the other in a single small bite down it's windpipe.

Russia felt his vocal cords rumble in happiness as the blood of the second goat pooled into his jaws, quickly gulping down the red liquids. It had been a whole month since he had eaten fresh raw meat, and the wolf's spirit inside of him momentarily quieted down.

He made quick work of the goats, tearing them to shreds and leaving clumps of their fur around the ground. The meat was just as tender and juicy as he thought it would be, it was truly the finest livestock the village had to offer. He took the bones and scattered them, leaving a sort of trail into the dark forest and towards a cave in the mountains he had discovered long ago, a diversion to perhaps save his own skin one day if the humans come hunting him down. They would assume he slept there, saving him a few days to leave and find a new village.