The grotesque 'wolf' creature had silvery glowing fur and piercing blue eyes, its body was marred with scars and glowing green eyes littered every part of exposed fur. It snarled exposing it sharp teeth, long slimy tongue and worst of all, an eye on its tongue stared at him and blinked.
The beast howled and dozens of normal wolves appeared behind it, all staring hungrily at him, tongues dripping saliva as they took deep heavy breaths.
Without hesitation Castor immediately turned around and ran with his sack in hand, the wolves growled but held their positions until the silver wolf covered in eyeballs grunted.
They immediately ran after the long vanished Castor.
An endless stream of curses flowed continuously out of Castor's mouth as he hurried through the forest, it was gradually turning dark even though it was still morning signalling rain. At least the rain would help cover his scent and tracks, low howls alerted him of the wolves hunting him.
Droplets of water turned to a heavy downpour stopping the stream of foul language coming out of his mouth.
'Just a few minutes more.' Castor thought and increased his running speed. Mud splashed behind him and a silvery object crashed into him digging it's teeth into his clothes and skin.
As they both fell over, Castor, in a quick movement plunged his knife into the spine of the wolf paralysing it, he shoved the wolf off his body and stabbed it through it's head before breaking into a mad, desperate sprint.
Another wolf flew past him making him pause. The wolf stared at him with fury in it's eyes, it's snout letting out a few labored huffs.
The two beings stared at each other with the same palpable hatred in their eyes. The wolf made a moving first, lunging at him savagely with bloodshot eyes.
With a quick turn Castor evaded it slicing it's side as it passed by him. Without pausing, the wolf launched itself at him, fangs bared. Castor didn't manage to evade it's sharp teeth and it sunk them into his left arm refusing to let go. Castor waved his arm around but he couldn't get the wolf off, with his right arm he grabbed a smaller knife from his waist and stuck it deep in his eye leaving only the handle outside.
The jaw of the predator loosened and it fell to the ground. Castor clutched his mangled arm and walked out of the forest but he didn't stop . There was a distance to walk before he reached his town. Castor's ears twitched and he threw himself to the ground without hesitation! Two black furred creatures bared their fangs at him menacingly.
"Fuck me." Castor snarled and glared at the two creatures to no effect, the blood of their kind on his body made them rush at him from both sides with blinding rage. Castor with an inhuman twist evaded the two creatures and grabbed one with his working arm. The beast struggled fiercely and bit him but it slumped when he stuck a knife in it's throat.
It's companion let out a harsh roar and pounced on him only to land on the corpse of it's partner, an object pierced it's head ending it's short lived life. Castor panted heavily barely managing to breathe, his shaky legs gave out and he plopped down on the floor.
His vigilance had not been reduced and he was still warily staring at the forest.
THUD! THUD!
The heavy breathing and loud steps alerted him of the creature approaching, barely managing to drag his battered body to rest on a tree aiming his knife at the direction of the creature.
The mutant revealed itself from the forest, it's many eyes trained on Castor. Castor almost gave up when he saw the mutant and was about to close his eyes but the monstrosity did not come close to him, it stood a few feet away from him, studying him with a peculiar gaze that a beast was not supposed to have.
It huffed and snorted before drawing closer to Castor, it shook it's body and a small vial filled with purple liquid fell from it's thick fur.
Castor could barely see the wolf as it moved closer to him and a liquid was poured into his mouth.
He lost consciousness as soon as the liquid touched his tongue leaving himself to fate.
!!
Castor dimly registered the feeling of his body being dragged on the floor, grass trying to burrow into his nose and wet patches of mud glued to his skin. He dully opened his eyes and within a second he remembered what happened before he fell unconscious.
He tried to move but the powerful grip of his leg prevented him from moving. He opened his mouth desperate for air only to get a mouthful of grass shoved inside it. While choking he stared at the completely white, pale hand that was dragging him easily despite his weight.
The owner of that pale white hand was a behemoth of a creature, it was too big to be called a human but it's shape and the clothes it was wearing suggested otherwise. Castor did not manage to get a good look at the creature because he was thrown into a cold dark room.