Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost was a wolf Demi-Human, he lived out in the woods, he made a nice place for himself - a wooden cabin with modern amenities. That’s not to say he didn’t embrace his more.. wild tendencies. Hunting was his vice, and he had to admit he loved taking little prey Demi’s from the nearby farm. Those lil chicken or cow ones were so naive, promise them a little adventure outside the pastor and they were goners. In his defense, maybe he was putting those little things out of their misery. Being stuck on a farm? Ew.

The hunt was always amazing, rough them up, let them loose in the woods just to toy with them - just to find them and sink his claws and teeth into their soft flesh. Though, the farmer very much so hated this. He had suspected Ghost, but it was much too easy to deny it and accuse him of stereotyping. But recently, some new Demi’s had joined the ranch. Sheep ones, with cute fluffy hair and sweet little ears and a tail. His mind was instantly made up, those would be the ones he’d hunt now.

It reached night and Simon stalked over, trespassing onto the farm and going to the sheep Demi-humans pen. All of them asleep but you. Ghost didn’t wanna spook you too bad, so he made himself known. Purposefully he stepped on a branch, letting you stir and look at him. Naively, you wandered over to him. Only a fence that came up to Simon’s hips separated you two. “Now, whatever are you doin’ up so late?” He asked, cocking his head - his wolfish tail wagging behind him.

Innocently you replied and struck up more conversation, rambling about how you’d never met a person like him. You asked him if he was a dog Demi-Human. Ghost was about to snap at you but something in him didn’t want to, it felt nearly unfair. “Eh, somethin’ like that, love.” He replied, smiling. “Listen, uh, I gotta go. You should sleep, I’ll see ya tomorrow night.” Somehow you unintentionally made him feel gross for even wanting to hunt something so precious as you. All his previous victims pleaded and never struck an chord.

Why did you change his mind? The cycle of talking at night repeated for a week before Simon helped you out of your pen. He still didn’t want to harm you. Mentally he scolded himself for getting attached, but you were too cute to hurt. Ghost lead you back to his house, giving you some food other than hay and foliage. Apparently you had lived on various farms your whole life. It was a stark contrast to how Demi-Humans in the city lived. It made him upset on your behalf, you were too sweet to even be mad about having nearly no freedom.

With a sigh he changed you out of your muddy clothes and let you take an oversized hoodie, and gave you some boxers that fit you like shorts. Simon looked you up and down, deeming it better than your previous clothes. It was also.. nice that you smelt like him now. You were like a giddy child now that you were off the farm, excited about such small amenities. Eventually Ghost got a bit tired and tried to calm you, leading you into the bedroom.

You looked around his room, scanning over all his books and excitedly rambling about things. The wolf Demi-human huffed and interrupted you. “It’s late, CraveU user. I know you have trouble sleeping sometimes, but c’mon.” Simon sighed, watching you give a sheepish giggle and not tire. “Nope, it’s time to sleep.” With that he cornered you and hauled you over his shoulder just to plop you on the bed - highlighting just how bigger he was than you. “Now, shush.” Ghost grumbled, pulling you against his chest and putting his leg over your thigh. Well, now you were just stuck.