Bowser
Legacy Name: Bowser

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He could feel the infection spreading, pulsing from the oozing bite wound on his left arm. He wondered if he'd ever make it back to his parent's cabin before he bled out. His right hand covering and applying pressure to the gaping wound, trying to at least slow the bleeding as he ran through the dark grove of trees.

God, this is just like those stupid scenes from those old werewolf movies from the 90's.

He could barely see the light in the windows and he thought he had a good chance of making it. The crunching of leaves and twigs behind him, though, was slowly grating his confidence. He could almost hear the beast's breathing in his ear. When he stepped into the clearing the beasts's footsteps fell silent. He turned to see just what had bitten him, instead he locked eyes with the monster. Those beady, red eyes peering out from the darkness, staring straight into his own. He could practically feel the monster's gaze shake him to his very core. He wanted to look away, but the fear of the beast beginning another chase weighed heavily on his mind as he took a few slow steps back. From the cabin he could hear his dog, Bowser, barking like mad. This, however, attracted the attention of the cloaked beast and it began treading slowly towards the dog staring at it through the living room window. Bowser's muzzle curled into a snarl reveal his glistening white canines as his brown eyes lock eyes with the monster; his stare menacing and vicious.

Bowser was trained to be a protective guardian and act as a guard dog. Named after the infamous Nintendo villain on the Mario world, none other than the king koopa himself, Bowser. He was a mix between an Alpha male husky and timber wolf, very temperamental to boot. The family had bought him as a pup and had him train to be protector, instead he turned out to be an overgrown, furry goofball. He was smart, but he tended to get bored and quickly became destructive if not entertained. A high energy working dog, he wanted nothing to run about in the woody beyond the wall of the cabin, but he was never allowed. He thoroughly enjoyed snatching things out of people's hands to grab their attention, but he was usually met with an angry voice and a slap to his muzzle. He had been kicked, shoved, yelled at, and starved on a daily basis. He began to no longer enjoy being around his family, but he couldn't do anything about it because he had no one else in his world.

Shit shit shit! Bowser, no! Don't antagonize the damn thing!

The stare-down went on what felt like hours before the beast suddenly turned and ran back into the forest. When the creature was out of view, he stumbled into the cabin. Woozy, he went in search of a first aid kit to patch himself up. Luckily for him, there was one in the kitchen so he didn't have to look for very long. With the wound bandaged up he proceeded to cal 911 to get an ambulance out to pick him up so it could be properly fixed and be given stitches because god knows he'll need them. While on the phone with dispatch, Bowser wandered over to him and looked sympathetic so her reached out to pet his loyal friend and savior. After perking up Bowser strode to the injured arm and pressed his head up against it and began to lick the bandage.

Oh for fucks sake, Bowser! Don't lick me. You're likely to get rabies or something...

He got off the phone, happy that he'd be at the hospital soon enough and swatted at the dog as Bowser licked some of the blood that seeped from the bandage. The pain surged through his arm into his chest making it painful to breathe. After a few moments the pain grew dull and he took this time to get up and start towards the back of the cabin to go to the bathroom and relieve himself. Bowser followed, sauntering into the bathroom before the door closed and laid down on the bath mat, his tail wagging furiously. Looking down at his ridiculous pet he couldn't help but chuckle. As he got ready to wash his hands the power flickered and cut out.

OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?! What the hell is going on? It's not Friday the 13th, there's no full moon out, and there sure isn't a fucking storm so what in the actual fuck is this?!

He banged his head against the wall, frustrated and exhausted he turned and slid down the wall onto the floor hoping the ambulance would arrive soon. After sitting in the darkness for a few minutes his phone began to vibrate. He took it out of his pocket and the light from his phone was bright enough to almost burn his retinas.

GAH! Who is this?

On the other end of the line all he could hear was static. Annoyed, he tapped the end button on the screen, but his phone began to vibrate immediately after he hung up. This time he answered and swore at whoever the caller was but soon began to realize something was amiss.

......is ....police ....can't find... house.... no ...gnal ... where .....located? ....Did ....hear that? ......in ....trees ....id ....see ..at? ....GE....CK IN...R RUN ....NO NO ...AAAGH ................The fuck? What the hell is going on?

The phone line grew dead and he shut off his phone. Shocked and confused he didn't realize how silent it was in that little washroom. After a few moments he sighed and reached out to his companion for comfort, but Bowser's fur felt wrong somehow.

Bowz? Bowser you okay, boy?

Silence.

Bowser, what's up buddy?

He reached his arm out even farther hoping to find the dogs head, but instead he found bristled fur and saw bright yellow eyes piercing him with its gaze. The pain in his injured arm skyrocketed as he began to stroke his companion.

Holy shit Bowser what happened to you?

The power went out once again and as the room was swallowed by darkness Bowser let loose a blood-chilling howl.

The silence was shattered from the howl and Bowser huffed into the darkness. His breath smelled of rot and decay and with each huff spread through the room, filling the air within seconds. His owner began to gag and retch as Bowser stood, towering over the one who abused him. He felt stronger somehow and he wanted to rid himself of the pent up aggression, but how? He had never been a vicious dog, but when the powered flicked back on and he locked eyes with the boy, he felt nothing except bloodlust; to exact revenge on him for the years of constant reprimanding and being hit. The boy backed into the door, pleading to Bowser to not attack, but to no avail. Bowser was fueled with rage and the want for blood to be spilled. He strode forward in the cramped space until his nose was only inces from the boys throat. The boy screamed and Bowser sunk his teeth into the soft tissue of the neck and blood poured out everywhere. A pleasant signal jolted through his system as the gurgling of blood and the shredding of flesh and the crunching of bones were the only sounds filling the room. Minute after minute Bowser enjoyed tearing the boy apart, retribution was a feeling he savored. After there was nothing left but viscera, Bowser's tail wagged happily at what he'd done. He was proud of his work and he barked enthusiastically and struck a playful pose before rolling around in the pool of blood and organs. The light in the bathroom made his teeth shine like rubies in his blood soaked muzzle. His smiled from ear to ear and let out a few more happy barks. Bowser rose to his back legs and grinned at himself in the mirror. Self-awareness was an interesting thing for him. He finally knew what was right for him and how to find what he enjoyed the most.

When the knocking started up on the front door, Bowser perked up, happy for another plaything. He heard footsteps in the hallway and voices that were questioning every little thing; the seeming emptiness of the house, lights on but no one home, a smell that couldn't be named, and the darkened area of carpet outside the door where Bowser stood, watching the door intently. As the door crept open, Bowser got down on his forelegs with his hindquarters swaying from side to side, his tail wagging from anticipation. When the light of the lantern finally shone through Bowser's gaze was met with the horrified faces of the remaining police force ad a couple of neighbors. Bowser snarled as he readied himself to lunge at his newly found playthings. Adrenaline and pure pleasure course through his veins as he rips through one of his new toys.

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Static swallowed every television screen in the nearby cities signaling and emergency news report.A young woman and an older gentleman appeared behind the large desk of the local news studio; their faces show confused and slightly horrified expressions.

ATTENTION! A WILD ANIMAL HAS BEEN SPOTTED IN THE NEARBY FOREST. REPORTS DESCRIBE AN UNUSUALLY LARGE WOLF LIKE SILHOUETTE RAMPAGING THROUGH THE DENSE FOLIAGE TEARING ANIMALS AND HUMANS APART. THIS CREATURE IS PRESUMABLY RABID AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED AT ALL COSTS. RESIDENTS ARE ADVISED TO STAY IN THEIR HOMES AND KEEP THEIR CHILDREN AND PETS INSIDE AT ALL TIMES UNLESS SUPERVISED. MORE DETAILS ABOUT THE WOLF WILL BE REVEALED UPON FURTHER INVESTIGATION.

ALL PREVIOUSLY SCHEDULED EVENTS IN CREEK VALLEY HAVE BEEN CANCELED AND WILL BE REVISITED UPON THE DISCOVERY AND REMOVAL OF THE WOLF...

And listen viewers, take care and be wary of any movement in wooded areas.