i don't fetch

Day Fifteen:

 

You can throw that think as far and as many time as you please. Do I look like the kind of beastie that's going to chase after it and bring it back to you covered in slobbering drool and wagging my tail? Do not let the rather large canines and the wet dog smell delude you into thinking I'm going to be looking at you and calling you master. The only way you'll get me going after that stick is if your arm is still attached to it.

 

Look at me. I'm one of the children of the night. And not like those frilly shirt wearing vampires or the lumbering Meccano set that Frankenstein has been putting together. I've seen Ikea furniture being put up quicker than his creations. I am my own beast. The alpha of my pack of one. I'll have you know that when I miss the toilet it's on purpose and I'm marking my territory.

 

You however do have a deliciousness about you. Like chew toy. Do you squeak? Shall we find out? Aww c'mon don't run, don't make me run. This is not going to end well for one of us. Dammit. Stitch. Sorry, yes you're right. Shouldn't have said "Dammit"

 

What are we? We're Werewolves, not Swear-wolves.

Done