Wolf BrothersHe had always known he was different from the other wolves. And therein lay the key of his difference: knowing. When he looked into the eyes of his packmates, they did not flicker with the candlelights of souls behind them. The same complicated emotions that he himself felt, he could not sense coming from his brethren. In a way, he envied them. They all seemed so blissful, so content, even in moments of strife. Just being different was enough to weigh heavily upon him, and the fact that he could comprehend worry when the others could not became in and of itself a vicious cycle. Was there something wrong with him? Why did existence itself have to be such a yoke?Wolf Brothers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was only one like him his blood-brother, his littermate. When their eyes met they could have complex conversations with a combination of their expressions and their emotional connection. They had their own language. They knew and understood each other. Little Brother had the same emotions that he did th
TotA - Miracle +Luke x Tear+TotA - Miracle +Luke x Tear+5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tue rei ze croa riou tue ze..." A girl's voice started to brush through the valley.
"Croa riou ze tue riou rei neu riou ze..." The moon seemed to shine even brighter with her song in play.
"Va rei ze tue neu tue riou tue croa..." The girl didn't hesitate for a second, singing as she had done for the past 708 days.
"Riou rei croa riou ze rei va ze rei..." Something in the air today seemed different to the girl, as if something was waiting in the night.
"Va neu va rei va neu va ze rei..." She quickly took her mind back to the song, and thought of him.
"Croa riou croa neu tue rei croa riou ze rei va..." For 708 days, she sang for him, and him alone.
"Rei va neu croa tue rei rei." She ended her song, and waited.
But for 708 days she had not gotten an answer.
She stood up quietly, and turned around. "He didn't come..." She whispered. She wanted to believe in his promise that he would be back... But could she really?
She started to walk through the field of flowers quietly,
Halcyon DreamsLukes eyes fluttered open, his mind sluggishly piecing together his surroundings. He could hear a comforting fireplace cackling in the background, wood snapping softly every so often. He saw a warm mahogany ceiling above him, dimly lit by the fire; the obvious absence of daylight signified that it was likely night. As his senses returned, Luke noticed that an unusual chillness had gripped his core, despite being practically smothered by a thick comforter. Soreness exuded from almost every inch of his body, resulting in a disorienting headache. But this headache was not accompanied by voices like he was used to; therefore it had to be self-induced. Luke attempted to search through his memories to discover how and why he had ended up in such a state, but it was futile, like trying to drink soup with a fork; everything slipped through his fingers just when he thought hed gotten hold of an answer. All he could tell was that he was currently resting in the Keterburg Inn.Halcyon Dreams7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
HOWL ch.1HOWLHOWL ch.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: The boy in the woods
Crescent Meadows is a pretty small village, nestled in a valley and surrounded by neighboring towns no one has ever heard of. In fact, to get to the closest place anyone knows of takes at least three hours. And even then it’s pretty iffy. The village is relatively dull, nothing of note happening very often. The last big thing to happen was the disappearance of a boy over a decade ago. Nikolas Winters, a fifteen year old that arrived home at 10:30 one night, only to have vanished by the next morning.
The town is split in who thinks it was his family, and who thinks it was someone else, but even that drama has died down in the last six years. The parents, Nora and Robert, have since moved on; having three more children and never mentioning him once. It’s relatively suspicious, at least to one local raven haired boy named Alexander Roland and his best friend Kri
The Family Pack - Chapter 1Jason Blaid was considered by just about everybody at school to be the ultimate wimp. He was a short, skinny boy, pale and scrawny. He had pale blue eyes which were partially obscured by his wire-rimmed glasses, which were much too large for his face. He was not built for much physical activity and, therefore, didn't participate in any sports. But he was pretty smart. He had one of the highest reading levels at his school and a much broader vocabulary than his whole English class combined. For this, and his shy and reserved nature, he was teased and bullied constantly.The Family Pack - Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey you!" a voice called after Jason. Jason turned and cringed; a group of large boys were walking toward him. He didn't know who these boys were, but from the tone of the first one, he knew they were up to no good. He had accepted the fact that he couldn't stand up for himself because he was smaller than everyone el
Billy's PterodactylsBilly was in what his mother called 'his dinosaur phase'. He'd been firmly ensconced in this phase for the past six months, ever since his Dad had taken him to see the Natural History Museum in Oxford. The first thing he'd seen on entering was the huge bones of the Tyrannosaurus Rex glaring down at him, and that was it; he'd been hooked ever since.Billy's Pterodactyls3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the time since then his entire room had been re-decorated with a Jurassic theme. Dinosaurs were on the bedsheets, the curtains, the posters on the walls, and little plastic ones covered his floor to the point where it was dangerous to walk across it. Unless you were Billy, of course. No dinosaur would dare to harm Billy, who reigned supreme among them and controlled their every move. Billy was in his element and entirely at home within his dinosaur-infested room.
Every now and then the dinosaurs would venture outside of Billy's room, in an effort to invade and infest the rest of Billy's house. On one such occasion his mother inadvertently
The Tale of the Dragon's WrathThe Tale of the Dragon's WrathThe Tale of the Dragon's Wrath4 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Toothless! Toothless stop!"
Laughter disrupted Hiccup's protests to strip away much of their authority. Toothless had the boy pinned on the dewed grass of their cove. Something about the returning spring had put the dragon in a very playful mood.
"What is with you, you deranged reptile?" Hiccup asked with affection. His hands fought to keep the dragon at bay as the beast licked and nuzzled his face.
Hiccup hated a fresh coating of fish-saturated saliva as much as the next Viking, but nothing could dampen his mood on such a beautiful day. The thaw had come early that year; the trees had already budded and the air tasted sweet and warm. Birds returned to the cove after a winter's absence and danced overhead, echoing Hiccup's laughter with chirps of their own.
"Toothless stop" Hiccup said again. Toothless did not heed his command. The dragon's teeth had extractedthough Hiccup would be
Werewolf Genetics Explanation(At the bottom is a link to the Punnett squares to which I am referring)Werewolf Genetics Explanation5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since I wrote that journal entry about the my fursona's strangely colored pelt (link below in Artist's comments) , I have been investigating the obscure subject of werewolf genetics. I finally came up with this sequence of Punnett squares (for those of you who have not studied biology, I have posted a link that explains what they are in the Artist's comments below) that explains all possible outcomes of procreation between werewolves and werewolves, werewolves and humans, special cases of both, etc.
Here are some key things to know beforehand:
- The werewolves I am referring to are born in human form and gain ability to fully shift during puberty.
- Suppressed werewolf genes can be put back to normal through a bite. However, immune human genes are unaffected by a bite.
- R + rx = R'
- R' + rx = r
Here is the key to the symbols:
R = Regular werewolf genes
r = Regular human genes
rx = Immune hu
New Dragon's World Pt. 1 New Dragon's WorldNew Dragon's World Pt. 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 1: New Generation
The 10 year old boy walked the halls of his school. School had just let out and he was ready to head home. As he exited the building, he saw his mother's car in the school parking lot. The sight of his mom's car made the little boy smile. He ran towards the car. He opene
Egg Relay Part 4FOUREgg Relay Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the latest pain eased from her body, Greta loosened her grip on her husband's hand and leaned against his chest. It had already been over seven hours since she'd gone into labor and she was ready for it to be over with as soon as possible. Her body and the merbabe it held seemed to have other plans though, as neither seemed willing to end this.
"Tristan," she puffed out a breath, feeling the pressure build again.
Her husband began massaging her shoulders in an attempt to soothe her. "Yes, dear?"
"Promise me that you will carry the next one. I don't like this pain."
"Of course, my love," he murmured. "Anything for you. I would endure this pain a million times over to please you."
As the latest contraction gripped her bulging belly, her tail curling of its own accord in reaction to the pain, she groaned, "Not a million times, Tris, maybe just two or three." Her eyes were scrunched shut in an effort to block everything, including the pain, out.
Eventually, the pain eased and she w
Triumvirate Of Terror 3: The TombSnakes.Triumvirate Of Terror 3: The Tomb6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why did it always have to be snakes?
Arizona James, the words foremost culinary archeologist, searched the bottom of the brown paper bag, but all she brought up was a fist full of gummy snakes.
"This is the last time I let that idiot buy the candy! I hate snakes!"
The idiot in wuestion was Davis, her dogsbody/comedic foil, who she'd left outside guarding the jeep. She ate the snakes anyway, raiding tombs (a wholly different enterprise to tomb raiding, for reasons of copyright) was hungry work, and this one was a doozy.
Buried a mile beneath the shifting desert sands, Arizona was not on the trail of what she believed was the find of the century: the tomb of Ackmahbelleh. The great queen of her era, Ackmahbelleh was nevertheless curiously absent from the vast majority of literature and records dealing with the time period of her rule. She had ascended the throne as ruler thousands of years ago into a rich and prosperous empire which she set about expanding even further. All of a
The DragonessLong ago, longer ago than even the oldest of trees would remember, there were dragons. They were proud and noble beasts, old as time itself and immensely wise. They brought man down from the heavens and showed him the secrets of the world. Man could not fly, so instead walked and ran on two legs. Man could not make flame, so instead learnt to burn sticks for warmth. Man was so small and so many, he was useful to the Dragon kin, he could be bred in great numbers to accomplish many tasks. He built the mountain halls where they slept. He mined the precious stones and metals to build their nests. He raised their young. What had at first been a joyous union began to crumble; the Dragons abused their power over man, and took their dominion over him for granted. In time, they came to see man as little more than a beast of burden, insignificant to their grand designs. They grew fat and lazy, reliant on their slaves to take care of them. The burden of slavery grew too heavy for man, and in a siThe Dragoness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Wolf at War: Chapter 3 Pt. 2A Wolf at WarA Wolf at War: Chapter 3 Pt. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3 Pt 2: Our War
Getting out of Warsaw took much longer than I had expected due to the large number of German checkpoints but eventually we were in open country speeding towards the coast. My traveling companions were actually two brothers, Kaapo the tall one and Juho the shorter one, both reminded me uncannily of Sasha in looks and attitude. It turns out they were born and raised in Finland but their parents moved them to Warsaw when they were younger because their father got a job at the embassy. They wanted to protect their motherland but like me couldn’t due to the German-Soviet alliance so, like me they had to find an alternative route to Finland. They were actually very easy to talk to and fun to travel with, Kaapo took it upon himself to toy with Juho any time he dozed off smacking him randomly, or abruptly stopping the truck. More than once Juho went flying against the dashboard and I had to watch the truck while Juho chased Kaapo into the woods,
GravityShe grinned at him. Dragons ravaged their livestock, Vikings bled and bellowed, and still she could smile. Blood stained the cracks of her teeth and her skin glistered in the firelight, smudged and cracked, but she was every bit as beautiful to him as the day she stood fresh and flower-scented at their wedding.Gravity3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was more than her smile that drew Stoick towards Valhallarama, even as battle blistered around him. He felt compelled to check in on her with every break between conflicts. He needed proof that he still had her. An irrational tenancy to indulge in battle, but one she tolerated.
"Yeh alright?" Stoick asked. They were always the first words from his mouth, even when he knew her answer.
Valhallarama wiped the sweat from her upper lip with the back of her hand and thumped her fist against her chest as if to prove her sturdiness. Her hair was pulled from her braids in several, dirty tresses and she sporte
carry me.autumn rain is the prettiest, isn't it?carry me.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sits there, staring out the window,
stirring her hot tea.
you sigh and press the cigarette
between your teeth
because you're trying not to stare
at the scratches cropped up on her arms.
you're the prettiest.
she runs her finger
over the edge of the knife
sleeping by her mug.
that's what he told me.
you meet her gaze,
misery grey swollen,
and she raises the mug to her lips.
do you want to tell me about him?
she taps her nails
against the table. that's what his heartbeat
would have sounded like. she smiles at you.
she moves back a little
and then holds her cup upside down,
the hot liquid rushing out,
scarring along the table, the floor.
you gasp and leap up.
that's what he looked like,
all down my legs.
you stare at her,
silent, and she turns toward the window.
he blamed me.
her nails perch on her wrist,
waiting to bruise. autumn rain is the prettiest;
it tries to save what's already dead.
Death of a Love.She hadn't moved from her window in over a day.Death of a Love.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Watching for the impossible was something that she was content to do. It injected her with the faint hope that she might witness some of those precious memories once again. Maybe his decrepit old Clio, chugging along and spluttering to a grumbling stop right outside her house, or maybe the bicycle that he sometimes opted for instead, signalling his arrival with the ringing of a bell. It economised on both petrol and his nerves, he had always told her with a smile.
His smiles were gems. She had always watched in rapt fascination when his lips pulled back and curled upwards, his left cheek dimpling slightly when it lifted more than the other. His teeth were slightly crooked, the front two pushed back a little further than his incisors, always immaculately clean.
She shook her head, dragging her eyes from the unchanging scene outside. No point in dwelling on what was past, she tried to tell herself. Nothing can be done. He's gone.
Yet, in a
Wolf ConservationBy grapehyacinthWolf Conservation1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hi, I'm Grace Charnow. Are you Ann?”
The woman's face looked weathered but kindly as it creased into a smile. “Yes. Welcome to the Wolf Conservatory. I understand you'd like to interview us for your college newspaper?”
Grace cleared her throat. She was nervous as this was her first assignment. The older students had pawned this unwanted story off on her because it was somewhat controversial. One of the biggest donors to the school, Mayor Landis, was fighting to have the center closed. He felt it did no good and it was a waste of tax dollars. Many of the students were fighting this looming decision, and it was up to Grace to report on the center itself.
The Wolf Conservatory was rumored to be run by a bunch of ex-hippies who were probably into drugs as well, but the woman before Grace was nothing like she had expected. She might have been a hippie in her former life, but she was neatly dressed and appeared quite happy that Grace w
WingsIcarus eats his breakfast in front of the TV.Wings4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Balances his Wheaties on a butter knife
Big and strong on jagged silver cliffs.
On cloudy days, he watches fireflies
Blinking in Morse Code,
Hollering help to the tree sap they're trapped in.
He scoops ladybugs up in the crook of his elbow
To count their spots backwards,
To ask them where they've been.
He doesn't understand the morning news.
He feels it like a nosebleed,
Like a thick intrusion,
And when the worry clots on his lip, he trembles.
He says, "Papa, I wanna paint the world for you,
But it just won't sit still"
Icarus doesn't want to be in charge of hiding the universe from itself.
He's sick of kicking people out of his clubhouse.
He's got sixteen feet of imagination
Wrapped around the war monsters in his closet,
But he still can't imagine why the quiet is so tragic.
He can't figure out why he's got to hold his own hand
On the subway.
See, Icarus watches the world like an opera in ancient Greek:
He feels the words but he can
Gamer boyHe was a boyGamer boy8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She was a girl
Can it get any more dangerous?
He was a nerd
She was in choir
No, I'm not a liar
She wanted him
He didn't know that he wanted her just so
And those that he knew
Warned him against
Getting a girl who would have him fenced
He was a gamer boy
She said "You're a lamer, boy"
She didn't fit his dream ideal
She had a pretty face
But his head was up in space
To hubris he could not yield
5 years from now
She sits at home
She often calls daddy on the phone
And sometimes updates
Her previous mate
Gamer boy beaten up by his fate
He's gotta go
He calls up his friends
He's got plenty of
tournaments to attend
Back of his mind
He's in a bind
Did he make the correct choice after all?
He was a gamer boy
She said, "You're a lamer, boy"
She didn't fit his dream ideal
Now he's a gamer pro
Pwning up where he goes
But can he block hindsight with a shield?
He was a gamer boy
She said, "You're a lamer, boy"
She didn't fit his dream ideal
Now he's a gamer pro
Pwning up where he goes
Torn Drabble: Time For RegretsTorn Drabble: Time For Regrets3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a kid who joined up, back in the beginning of Torn's days in the Underground. He had big green eyes and a crooked smile. Always ready to help. He didn't demand the most dangerous missions, knowing very well he wouldn't be able to handle them. He listened, never argued. He couldn't have been older than 15, and even that was pushing it.
"One day," he'd said. "I'm gonna do something and you're gonna be impressed, Torn. You'll be proud, I swear!" And he smiled the whole time, truly believing his words.
Torn had rolled his eyes in response, fighting the tug he felt at his lip to turn upward.
This kid had never been one to disobey orders-never broke the rules. He was perfect for small jobs; deliveries, message carrying and the occasional back-up. Torn had told him specifically never to argue with the Guard. In a world like theirs, they had to go unnoticed.
They said he was protecting someone- woman, child, it didn't matter. All that mattered was he was shot dow
The Short Life of Silver Rain Part 1The Short Life of Silver Rain Part 111 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is my two part story of Sombra, the crystal empire, and a poor young mare that only wanted love...
Secrets are created and unraveled easily, a secret that is so important that it changes Silver Rain's life. Lies and Secrets are threatening her world that she had known for 16 years. She found herself in love with a wicked king and that was only the beginning of the chaos that changed her life forever. Silver Rain has to understand that in the new world she lives in, it is most necessary to have Secrets and Lies. But one thing she forgot was to have love in her life, the one thing she begged for, love... and to love a little colt that needed it more t
NorwayXReader//Northern LightNorwayXReader//Northern Light3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your exams were finally over. To celebrate, your mom and dad would pay for a holiday in Norway, just for you. You were hoping you could see the Northern Lights, because you had been wanting to see them ever since you were a little kid. You had seen them on television and in books and you googled it over a thousand times. Even in your dreams, the night sky was always filled with beautiful colour.
You had been in Norway for 4 weeks now. Unfortunately, you hadn't had any luck with seeing the Northern Lights so far. Seeing them in your last week would be pretty much near impossible. And now, you had nothing else to do other than sit around and enjoy the beautiful landmass of Norway. You decided it would be time to visit the nearest lake, the Øyungen in Oslo.
When you finally reached the lake, you looked around, adoring the beautiful sight in front of you. While drifting off in space, you heard an emotionless voice asking something
"Frøken, ønsker du å se mer av innsj
LD: Teaser PrologueLD: Teaser Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The seal rang as it slammed shut, a deep resounding vibration more than a sound. The shudder shook clusters of light into the air, every intake of breath as darkness welled up reeking of all energies combined into a force that no child should have been capable of controlling. It buzzed over his skin, sparks dancing through eco-blackened bones as it struggled to dissipate. He didnt scream, he never screamed, but a shout was torn from his throat nevertheless, a growl of rage more than a cry of painindignance at the knowledge that this was not how things were meant to be.
The instant metal met metal above, everything fell silent. The sparking of energies ceased, the cry died in his mouth and his entire world went completely still. Frozen, perhaps for all time.
Outside and high above, a boy was named a hero and a girl tentatively awarded the title of Sage in replacement for the man now locked deep within
Jak: The Beast RevealedThe Beast RevealedJak: The Beast Revealed7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You want what?
Keira crossed her arms and stuck her lip out defiantly.
I want to see your dark side. she repeated, her voice and gaze even as she stared at Jak, who stood in the doorway of his room, struck speechless.
The hero blinked and shook his head, as if testing if he was awake, before focusing on her face again. After another moment of staring, Jak turned away, busying his hands with shucking his racing jacket.
Keira, its Its not a good idea. he said over his shoulder, avoiding her eyes. You got no idea what its like.
Thats why I have to see it!
Her sudden vehemence caused his head to snap up and his eyes to lock on hers.
Jak, thats exactly it, I dont understand. she explained in a softer tone as she stepped towards him, suddenly feeling like she was trying to gentle some skittish beast that might bolt at any wrong movement.