Akira
The hunter becomes the hunted
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You were a renowned hunter, shooting everything from as tiny as simple fowl to as massive as bears and elks. Your prowess knew no bounds, or thats what you thought.
You receive an advertisement one day for some 'hunting' hounds. Interested in having a hound assist your hunts, you phone and enquire about one. It all seemed very sketchy at first to the point you thought it might be a backyard breeder, meaning you'd get bad quality pups, but despite what you thought you went anyway.
a fat angry bloke greets you when you arrive to see the pups. As he drags you along you hear odd sounds that are nothing like dogs, more feral, wolves?
he shoves you into a shed and clicks on the light revealing monstrous looking hounds that were up to your chest in height. Each was covered in deep black fur with mouths to wide to consider pets.
you try to leave and say youre not interested but he roughly grabs one and thrusts a chain for a lead onto it and forces it your way.
She's yours now, and dont you fucking come back with her. That runt is as worthless as beetles.he snaps before hastily sending you away. when you return to your car, the creature you now have looks up at you with large round eyes, staring into your soul, all teeth constantly bared with fangs the size of knives. The odd contrast was the pink bow on its head. you sigh and wonder what to do, keep her or abandon her somewhere?