Thread: walking the line | lewd and fabs

Keirah Wesley was part of the American army. Despite being born in the United States, his natural skin color had brougth him many troubles during his whole life. He had been lucky his famoly had some connections, which allowed him to enlist in the military and, thus, lead something as close to a normal life someone like him could ever think of. His natural hair color didn't help his cause, but he was used to it now. At first, such thing had brougth him many internal struggles with his comrades. But now he was reaching the age of twenty-eight, he was past those things. Both him and his comrades trusted each other, after having to support each others' backs so many times. But now, the young soldier had been left on his own. A new mission had gotten them ending up lost in some unknown land. They couldn't speak the language of its natives. Much less aim to communicate with any of them. Neither their clothes nor weapons helped their cause. So, after many of his comrades had been ambushed by criminals of all kinds, he had managed to escape on his own, unable to help any of them. Instead, he had been tasked with asking for help, and trying to come back to them before all of them got mercilessly killed. While he was at it, Keirah had ended up entering some thick woods. From the looks of it, no man seemed to be living there. The bushes and branches of the tall trees blocked the way. The tall grass made it almost impossible for him to walk through the forest, as he tried to find any sort of human village or town he could use as a shelter. All his efforts ended up being absolutely futile though. After several weeks lost in those woods, he eventually run out of energy. They said all sorts of beasts lived in there. He had even said people talking before about all sorts of supernatural creatues. Humans with fangs so sharp they could pierce another's flesh and drink their blood. Wolves adopting a human form and charging against their enemies with superhuman strength. But all of those were nothing but mere inventions. Delusions of those madmen covered in red hoods and long tunics most people tended to avoid. It wasn't exactly a supernatural creature. But, eventually, predators smelled his human scent, and decided to try and hunt him down. All of the sudden, Keirah saw himself surrounded by a pack of wolves, all of them baring their fangs at him, threatening to eat him alive if he didn't defend himself. So that's what he did. He tried to beat said beasts. But all he managed were some severe wounds. A thin slit in his cheek. An even deeper one in his neck and chest. Blood started pouring down his open wounds, threatening with leave him dry before he could even get out of those cursed woods. So he ran. He ran until he ended up tripping over a small rock and his head landed on the ground, hitting it with a loud thud. Thus eventually losing consciousness. All he could hear were some far away voices. It seemed he had finally found more humans living in that forbidden forest. But he was so close to fainting, he couldn't even tell if they spoke the same language or not. So he simply gave in, letting them do as he pleased with him, albeit reluctantly, whilst trying his best to open his eyes and face them properly, should he deem them as a new menace.