An peaceful Introduction

As Draco was lost in his thoughts, he didn't seem to realize that a new Foe was slowly encroaching on him.

While he was thinking about his Theory, athletic black fur-covered legs took their steps.
Dark Blue eyes were watching with a mix of curiosity and hunger on this strange, hairless prey, who seemed to come from nothing.
As this foreigner balled its fist and seemed to be lost in thought, the attacker saw an opportunity and attacked.
With a swift leap, he sprung forward gliding in the air and leaving a dark blue trail behind, ready to end this confrontation in one swift move.

Draco had only a second to react as he heard a branch breaking.

Looking at the Direction he was looking at he saw a black being with an open mouth ready to bite him.
He quickly evaded the attack by going to the side and saw the attacker, snatching on nothing in the air and landing back on his feet.

As he took a closer look at the creature before him, Draco couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation.
This monster was unlike anything he had ever seen on Earth.
Standing just a dozen meters away, it was a massive beast that resembled a wolf—if wolves could be called that monstrous.

It was big over him, standing at least 1.5 meters tall at the shoulder, its muscular frame covered in dark, matted fur.
The creature’s snout was elongated and sharp, lined with a set of crooked, menacing teeth that glowed faintly with a sinister, eerie light.
They looked like they could rend flesh from bone with terrifying ease.
One of its ears was badly damaged, a large, ragged hole marring its surface.
The wound looked as though it had only partially healed, the edges still raw and seeping a thin trickle of dark blood.

But what truly terrified Draco were its eyes.

They were a deep, dark blue, so intense they seemed almost black. They shone with a cold, predatory gleam,
as if those depths were staring straight into his very soul.

The monster growled and was ready for another attack.

Draco had only fought some humans and had no experience fighting animals with his bare hands.
He took a fighter stance and went over his plan to defeat this magic Wolf.
" My body is stronger," he thought " My senses, reflects, agility, and strength are enhanced "
The Wolf probably underestimated my strength, I could use this to my advantage.
Even if I have a normal frame, my muscles are compressed, with a few hits I could probably defeat him.
But I don't know how to fight him!"

His thoughts were disrupted by the Wolf beginning his attack ready to bite him.

Not knowing how to counter, he tried to throw a right hook, hoping that I would hit the Wold square in it face.
His heart pounded and he could feel the adrenaline through his veins.

However, anticipating the attack it caught his arm with his mouth.

"Shit!" screamed Draco as he felt the Theeth nagging at his skin, trying to pierce it.
A sharp pain went through his body followed by a feeling of absolute dread.
The creature's eyes gleamed with malice and it tried to dig its teeth into his skin, which surprisingly seemed to be hard.

Not knowing about what he should do, Draco thought about any power he could use to free himself from this monster's grip.
Racing through his mind to find anything an Idea came to light.

He took a deep breath, feeling a fire in his lungs swelling in his lungs just waiting to get released and go wild.

As Draco exhaled, a rush of heat surged up from his chest, and with it came a stream of fire
that erupted from his mouth. The flames shot forward, hitting the wolf square in the face.

The Beast, taken back by fire and pain, loosened its grip around his arm.
Seeing a chance he gripped Wolf's neck with his left and with an animalistic scream, he threw it into a Tree
he threw it into a Tree while simultaneously freeing his arm.

“That’s right,” he thought, watching as wisps of smoke curled from his mouth.
He felt a surge of energy coursing through his body, the cuts on his arm already beginning to close.
Lowering his body to the ground, he continued his thought, eyes narrowing as his gaze locked onto the wounded, enraged wolf.
“No matter who I was, now I am a monster.”

His fingers dug into the earth, feeling the rough texture beneath his claws as he braced himself, channeling strength into his legs.
His muscles coiled, ready to spring.
“If I want to win,” he murmured, “I have to fight like a monster.”

He sprang forward, emulating the wolf’s speed.
In an instant, he was upon the beast, slamming into it with all his might.
The wolf barely had time to react before it was pinned against a nearby tree.

His Horns pierced the Bark on either side of the Wolf torse, making it unable to move.
It tried to free himself, as he felt blue particles beginning to form around the wolf.
" I won't let you use magic," said Draco as he kicked the Wolf in its stomach and then gave a headbutt, breaking the Tree.

Ready to continue his combo he leaped forward, wanting to defeat this Beast, however, in the smoke he saw a small blue light.
He felt the wolf's skull connect with his stomach as he flew several 10s of meters back.

He quickly stood up and saw the Wolf standing.

The wolf bled heavily and its body had some broken bones.
Despite this, a shimmering magical aura enveloped it, flickering with a blue light.
The wolf’s eyes, though filled with pain, still blazed with defiance, the aura holding its battered form together, refusing to let it collapse.

Looking at each other's eyes they realized that this was the final blow.
Spitting some blood, he felt inside of his soul looking for power.
Suddenly he could feel the skin on his hand begin to harden and form scales.

Takin' again a fighting position he took a deep breath, relaxing his body.

The Wolf, hoping to use the same trick as before, leaped forward at an insane pace, covering around 30 meters in a few seconds.
The blue Aura formed the form of a second wolf, covering its Body, and giving it an impressive look.

However, Draco began to put his hands together and held them above his Head.

The Wolf, seeing its mistake, tried to change course but was too late.

His Hand came down like a Hammer hitting the Wolf straight on his Head and killing it instantly.

And with this Draco took his first life.

Looking down at the dead monster, Draco felt a small pang of fear and doubt gnawing at him.
“Is this the right path?” he wondered.

Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, a loud growl from his stomach pulled him back to reality.

His gaze shifted to the lifeless body before him, and he was struck by the grim realization that,
despite everything, he still needed to eat.

He hesitated, the thought of eating raw flesh foreign and repulsive.
Back on Earth, the only meat he had consumed came from animals raised in industrial farms,
killed by strangers whose faces he had never seen, let alone their hair color.
This was different. This was personal.

“If I want to survive, I must become a monster,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
His resolve hardened as he leaned down, feeling his teeth sink into the wolf’s flesh for the first time.
The taste of blood filled his mouth, metallic and warm, accepting this new reality.