Still a Werewolf at HeartTo be free, a concept for that people have fought and died over for centuries but what does it really mean? We call ourselves a ‘free society’ but it seems as if we are nothing more than slaves. Slaves to debt, slaves to fashion, slaves to society’s expectations but most of all, slaves to the mistakes of our pasts. But what does it truly mean to be free? Is it wrong of me to want to want to get away from all the pressure and restrictions to live a life of pure independence? It was these ‘cabin fever’ like feeling which led me to fall in love with werewolves.Still a Werewolf at Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have always been interested in animals but it was only three short years ago that I became fascinated with werewolves. The idea of true and unrestricted freedom, the idea of becoming something greater than myself, and most of all the pure connection to nature I craved more than anything.
I know I sound like a spoiled brat, I have nothing really to complain about because I have lived a very go
Toby's Super Awesome Guide...Toby's Super Awesome Guide...4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Toby's Super Awesome Guide to many Werewolf Things
Alpha-(α) The Executive leader of the Clan and overseer of the entire territory. The selection of an Alpha is done by popular vote there is also an interim alpha which are the runner up. Interim Alphas only serve until a new Election is held. Any werewolf can apply to be an Alpha. At the age of 6, Toby was the youngest to be elected and the interim served the position until Toby would be able to perform his duty. The implied criteria for an Alpha is abnormal strength, cunning, strict morals, bravery, compassion, and intelligence, but this interpretation of the criteria is entirely up to the voter.
Anthro- A Greek based word meaning Human-like. This is the 2nd form werewolves may take. The physical characteristics that the 2nd form differs from the 1st are: Longer nails, protruding teeth, yellow or golden eyes, Taller, more muscle, pointed ears, longer hair, raspy voice, fur more noticeable, and nose is
What's your ideal werewolf movie?I love werewolves! From stories, to art, to the people here on deviartart, there's quite a community for these creatures! People have so many different takes on werewolves: scary human-gobbling beasts, or tranquil butterfly nourishing shape-shifters, to plain-old talking wolves! You name it, it's most likely on deviantart! I respect every single one of them. Why? Well, they're a fantasy creature, no one is right and no one is wrong.What's your ideal werewolf movie?1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Werewolves in movies however are another topic altogether. In my own personal opinion, they suck. It's either a poorly-written and predictable story, bouncy and unrealistic computer animations, uncreative and re-used sound effects that I've heard before, or the biggest downside to me, there just isn't enough of a WEREWOLF in a werewolf movie! Their time in front of the camera is usually so limited and instead you just get to see a bunch of humans! YAWN, I see humans everyday of my life, enough already!
Wipes sweat from forehead.
A Wolfs PoemA WOLFS POEMA Wolfs Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A human you see
but a wolf I be
I feel the animal inside of me
Always yearning to be free
The beast always makes his presence known
I can feel it in all my bones
A human I can never be
With these animal urges going on in me
As a man I feel wrong in this skin
A wolfs fur I belong in
The wolf is strong at every moment
His strength and energy refuse to remain dormant
A red wolfs soul resides in me
even though you cannot see
I am a wolf and I am man
but you can't see what i truly am
A wolf heart beating within
A hidden beast beneath this skin
When in anger I will growl
In happiness & joy I will howl
My senses strong except my vision
To be man & wolf was not my decision
I'm stong, I"m friendly, I'll fight tooth and nail
I'm loyal, I'm a leader, I'm an alpha male
I live as both a wolf & man
A shifter, a were, awaiting his wolf clan
The Price of ArtWhat determines the price of art? What is art worth? Is it really worth anything? Why should people buy art?The Price of Art4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
First of all, the major point in all of this is that the price of art is completely subjective, meaning that its value is mainly determined by the person viewing it. The second part of the value of artwork is determined by the cost of materials, and the cost of the artist's time, as well as how in demand their work is. Then there are different price scales for Fine Artists, Graphic Artists, Illustrators, Freelance Artists, Web Designers, etc. All of these factors add up to the price of artwork.
For my purposes, I will discuss Fine Art and Illustration, which is what I am most familiar with.
With fine art, the price tags can run incredibly high. This is where the price is most subjective, because something that is crap to one person is priceless in worth to another. Art speaks to all of us in different ways.
That's all well and good, you may say, but what about those huge canvase
Interlude of the wolfThe hunter fled across the beach and the hunt chased him.Interlude of the wolf2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The hunter was a tall man whose face was hidden by the subtle shade of the moonless sky. The hunt was a female. She had no name (few wolves do), only memory. Memories that spanned the dark blue expanse of the sky, and the shapeless glow of the moon. Circles and shapes were not known among animals, they recognised it only with a sense of raw, inbred instinct. And when the moon was full, some of them (the unfortunate ones) would come out of the thick line of pine trees and howl. They did not know that the queer stretching of the flesh of the body was called 'pain', they associated it only with the suffering that came with a war and flooded their senses and made them sick while hunting for food.
But it was still a good suffering. It was good pain. It numbed them with a cover over the strongest part of the senselessness - if senselessness could be covered - and then their strong paws would recede into the flesh of their muscles, cha
War Within Chapter 1Chapter 1War Within Chapter 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
THE PATH TO WAR
Mr. President, theres a call for you, said a calm but uninterested voice over the speaker. A rooster with brown feathers and blue eyes looking extremely irritated pushed on the button with a deep sigh.
If its Dimitri, tell him Im busy. His heavy midwestern voice sounded rather annoyed as he leaned back in his seat.
He said hes been trying to get a hold of you and its urgent. The President placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose, rubbing it and groaning in annoyance as he picked the phone up.
This is President Clemens, he said, trying his best to sound professional, but finding it very difficult. Dimitri Rasputin, the leading General in Russia, has been entangled in a conflict wi
The Sheps, teen angst, love and understandingBioware owns Shep and Liara-I made up Elena and the girls!The Sheps, teen angst, love and understanding3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eden Prime, 17 years after the destruction of the Reapers:
Ambassador Liara T'Soni-Shepard returned home and started preparing some after-school snacks for her children without even changing out of the traditional pure white with gold trim dress she wore to official functions.
Liara was happy and occasionally caught herself staring out the sliding kitchen doors that opened to the huge porch that over looked the big back yard which ended at the shores of the crystal clear glacial lake. A lake named Lake Shepard, much to her husband's chagrin. On the other side of the lake snow-capped mountains towered over everything, reaching into the clear, azure sky. It was breath-taking.
Her lithe figure moved gracefully around the kitchen as she gathered items and mentally ticked off nutritional values. She loved it when she got home in time to do this, but her duties usually held her
DepressionIt takes over your mindDepression4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kills your happiness
Puts you in a nothingness void
Full of pain and sorrow
It kicks you down
Hard to the ground
Gives you thoughts
That you never would of thought
Brings back memories
That you never wanted to remember
Makes you cry
Even though joy was all around
Keeps you up at night
In a numb state
Where all you feel is sadness
You feel dead
And you do something to make sure your alive
Even though you never thought you'd do something like that
Everything is wrong
Nothing can be right
You lose you hold on happiness
Once you think you're holding it tight
You watch it float away
Into to that wasteland
You want to scream out your lungs
But you keep it deep within
Hidden under a smile
Hidden under fear
A fear of getting hurt
You battle this
Even if it just an argument
Just a mean comment
Just something small
Meaningless to other people
It'll make you fall to the ground
In a crying psychotic mess
Everyone thinks you lost it
That you do this for attent
The Fairy Godmother's MiracleThe Fairy Godmother's Miracle2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At dawn, sunlight touched the beast’s black fur. She thrashed wildly, flailed her heavy arms and bloodied, clawed hands, as if trying to maul the light itself. She let forth a sorrowful howl and collapsed on the flattened grass.
The she-beast's fur faded into a black mist, leaving milky white skin covered in the blood of her victims like savage war paint. Her claws became broken fingernails, her mane became filthy, bedraggled blond hair, and her bestial face became that of a delicate young woman. She lay naked on the grass, now sleeping peacefully.
It was at that moment that a beautiful fairy appeared, clad in a silken dress the color of the summer sky. With a comb made from pearl, she began to brush the brambles out of the young girl’s silken, bloodstained hair. The fairy sprayed just a touch of rose water, gently washing away clotted blood and curling her golden locks into a perfectly arranged coiffure suitable for a princess. Her task completed, she turned her att
War Within Chapter 2Chapter 2War Within Chapter 26 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Several days had passed since the hostage crisis. A helicopter flew over the plains of Virginia with eight soldiers strapped to the side and a commanding officer looking down below. The commander was a mane less lion, turning to his troops and yelling over the sound of the helicopter blades. Listen up men, as you know the President has been taken hostage along with several other personal and possibly one Marine general. This base was just finishing up construction when the gunmen came in and took over. I dont think they figured the ins and outs of this place, so we wont need to worry about additional weapons from what they already have. Keep your guard up and stay close to your party. Alpha will descend the roof and take out the snipers while entering from above. Omega will be entering through the labs on the mid levels, and Gamma will enter through the front gate. Ready men? Lets go! A German
A World Of GrayA World Of Gray2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A World Of Gray
The dull sun glares upon our society
On this meaningless morning of today
Reflecting each others hypocrisy
Transfixed on each others gaze
Think-headed and relaxed
Nonchalant and vexed
Practicing the art of being ungrateful
Portraying the act of an imbecile
Some say that it's just life's cycle
As they lie through convincing smiles
Feeding false information
Teaching faults from past generations
There's all different kinds of people
Who carry around different kinds of evil
My skin turns to stone! / My blood turns to ash!
My heart I disowned! / My sins drown in a mass!
My organs turn to dust! / My sight becomes colorless!
My thoughts start to rust! / My cruelty becomes careless!
I don't know where we went wrong
The future's history can't be undone
Though it can be prevented
Spare the guilt of countless resentments
We have to decide on the decent choice
And watch the noise that comes form our voice
The dim moon smiles upon our possibilities
On this poten
Collab: holding starsDid I tell you about that girl?Collab: holding stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should have done, always talking of her
Always on my mind
Jumping on my mind
I have no ways to explain how she makes me feel...
What words in the world could we use to describe
What words could you use to describe how much
you really love somebody?
Maybe a thousand astral cords tied to the tip of
your tongue, and maybe just one spiral galaxy
wrapped around your ankles.
But what is as perfect as a hundred leagues
under the sea, that first gasp of ocean and rock
salt, with years of rainwater rushing through
the gaps between your ribs and the walls of your
Our love growing like the universe, by particle, by stars, by worlds, getting ever wider to line up our perfect future, our world together, her love is my star, the warmth of the sun by her touch, the smile as wonderful as the eclipse but never as rare but still as perfect.
The shooting I saw on its path,
Human, BeingHuman, Being5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There was a time, not long ago, I would have given anything to be something else.
Ever since I was little I wanted to be an animal. It didn't really matter what animal, as long as it was an animal. Animals were beautiful effortlessly, it seemed to me, and oh so deserving of love, admiration, respect, and affection. I was not. I was less than perfect, unlovable as a little girl, and so I sought to be an animal. It had to be better than being a human, especially a chubby little girl who nobody understood.
As I grew, I centered my life around this belief, that it would be better to be other. At first it was unicorns and horses, then it was the fiery power of dragons, and finally the mysterious grace of wolves. I thought that if I could somehow learn the ways of wolves, perhaps I might find a way to become one of them someday. Perhaps I could find four feet and race into the wilderness
A Smell so SweetA smell so sweet,A Smell so Sweet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing can compete.
I can smell his cologne,
even though I'm all alone.
A scent so neat,
I would never want to cheat.
Between me and you,
it's a secret I will keep.
It's the smell of love,
and its the smell of lust.
Its the smell of you,
and it's what I can trust.
SadnessIt hurts you. The pain.Sadness11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You want it to go away.
Sadness. Please. Don't stay.
Dark MoonDark Moon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That day was meant to be a day of joy. That was the day he was born. A birth is always a source of happiness, they say. Sometimes, however, they can be wrong. That day wasn't really a day of joy. Why, you'll ask. That was something only the old sage understood at first. That was linked to a secret she was the only one to know in the tribe. When she held this tiny newborn in her arms, only son of her only daughter, she was in fact very happy at first. But soon, her instinct told her there was something wrong. She looked at him, at his eyes. He looked as innocent as every baby in this world. He was just a little child that that world welcomed on that cloudy day. The old sage, when she saw his eyes, read something in them. Apparently, she was the only one able to read what she read. To the others, this baby was an ordinary baby. He was like all babies they saw before. So why did his grandmother screamed that so unexpectedly? "That's not a child! That's a wolf!"
To be a Werewolf...To be a Werewolf...9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else... but you can't.
Again you hear it, closer now. The fear returns. The excitement returns.
This time it's lodged in your mind, replaying the horrible disturbance of the quiet, again and again. Your breathing starts to pick up, without your consent. The grass around you is rather tall, but still below waist level. You'd see something if it would approa
Midnight on a Christmas EveIt’s funny how sometimes, no matter how many clothes you wear, no matter how many hot chocolates or coffees you drink, the cold is still there. You could be bundled up in your winter best, sipping from your cup next to the fireplace - just as I was in that cafe on main street, one dark Christmas eve - and still have that frozen sensation inside. All those warm, loving feelings that the holidays once brought me were gone, and I struggled to remember them as I watched snow drift past the plate glass window and pepper the sidewalk. Faint music drifted over the radio, providing the sound that the fake electric fireplace didn’t, and it sickened me with its cliches. Jingling bells and decorated trees, reindeer and toy-filled sleighs - it was all old, all fake, all empty.Midnight on a Christmas Eve2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The time was becoming late, and as I watched, the passing crowds on the street slowly dissipated to only a couple here or there, and the occasional last-minute shopper with bags and boxes in hand. A coffee pot se
FlyingI felt my feet leave the ground,Flying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I flew to the place I'd never be found,
I brought along a friend,
Our hearts forever bound,
The only sound was laughter
and wind in my ear
there was nothing more to fear,
And only angels could hear.....
TurningBeneath her skin ached with the fever of desperation. For the longest time she knew about him, and the blessing he had been given; and she wanted it too.Turning5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Tonight was the night she chose to ask him, hoping and wishing he would allow to have this gift pass on to her. After much thought and discussion, he agreed. She knew the risks, and the reward, and felt it was time to take it all.
She bent down on her knees, her body trembling with excitement and fear. She knew this would be painful, but the pain would be but a small moment, and the glorious feeling of freedom she longed for would be hers, forever. She wanted this, more than anything. Her soul screamed for it.
He gently brushed her hair back, slowly moving his hand across, exposing her neck and shoulder. It felt seductive, but it was not for the act of passion that he did this, but for preparation.
Are you ready? he asked, keeping his voice as calm as he could. He needed her to stay calm and focused.
Yes, she w
Dreaming Of TearsDreaming Of Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreaming Of Tears
Weakened to the very core
I can't endure this anymore
I'm going to black out
And be transported to a realm
Where my screams don't make a sound
Hate keeps me bound while I leave my fears to drown
I loath the days without rest
I despise the nights of endless stress
Though I can't settle for anything less
Because lower than this is death
It's like living and sleeping within tortuous realities
Even though I'm unconscious- there is no such thing as rest for me
No one knows how powerful my dreams can be
No one knows all of the graphic images I've seen
Dive into the ocean! / Swim through the thorns!
Let your pain open! / Allow your skin to mourn!
The memories start to fill
Then time stands still
A level of this kind of guilt
Is more than enough to kill
I don't know whats worse- my dreams
Or all of the secrets that I keep
It's hard to believe
This is what I call 'sleep'
In these impure waters
I bathe in the pools
Those of a coward