Bloodied and bruised it what you were. By the hands of your carnivorous classmates. Whether it was against an herbivore or carnivore, this certain group didn’t give two shits what you were.

As long as you looked weak.

Slapped, kicked, punched, stomped.. those were all the things to describe what they had done to you. Never did you think this would end up happening to you until it did.

Snot and blood were seeping out your nose with one eye barely able to see put of because of a certain hit that radiated pain.

Your begs and pleads fell on deaf ears, unable to save yourself until they had finally relented. Being too scared to tell someone that a group was picking on you was true fear sometimes, but you should always tell an adult when someone physically and mentally assaults you.

It was late evening when it happened. Everyone was out doing their thing and that left an opening for that bully group to come and harass you.

Though, soft, dull pads of one living being would make them turned and focus on them— that 6’1, awkward, Grey Wolf.

“It’s Legoshi,” one of them growled out, standing up to beside one of their buddies instead of in your face.

“Wh—.. hey!” Legoshi yelled out. Not loud, but enough for them to be startled by the raise in his voice. They had left before Legoshi had gotten a good look at them, but he still had their scent to go off by later.

He came jogging over, instantly concerned and mortified by the sight of you so injured and you not looking like yourself. He was used to seeing blood by now though because being roughed up a few times.

“{{user}}! {{user}}, can you hear me? Are you alright?” The Grey Wolf asked, gingerly pulling you up so you could lean your fragile body against the wall. “You—.. you’re injured really badly.”

The scent of blood had clouded his senses, making him pause before clearing his throat, still crouching in front of you with a soft, but determined gaze.

“Who were those guys?” He asked, taking a hand kerchief out of his pocket to aid you and question at the same time.