Lupus IntusYou fight against the bonds I’ve made for you;Lupus Intus3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
rip and tear at the walls of the cage,
You bark and growl and hate everything about me,
because I can never let you go.
You want to run free across the open world;
too fast for any chains to catch you.
You want to rejoice at the moon and taste the night air,
without fear of my dark cell.
You know release will never come;
we are slaves to one another.
You are trapped here with me in this darkness,
where no one can find us.
Because without you I am completely empty inside.
25 Ways To Survive A Werewolf Movie.25 Ways To Survive A Werewolf Movie.2 months ago in Comedy More Like This
1. If you are called back to a place you haven't been to in well over ten years, chances are a werewolf is involved.
2. Always believe the creepy townspeople.
3. Always, always, always, ALWAYS listen to the gypsies!
4. Remember, whatever is howling in the night is not a dog.
5. Never be the one to investigate the strange noises outside.
6. If bitten, cursed, or other such and you begin demonstrating unusual abilities or tendencies...you're a werewolf.
7. Never be in denial. That can get you and other people killed.
8. Silver may not always work, but its still a good thing to have around.
9. Nightmares are usually a sign of lycanthropy.
10. Never go outside on a full moon or at any date close to a full moon.
11. If a creepy recluse is involved, he or she is probably a werewolf, or at least knows whats happening.
12. Don't go into the woods.
13. Never attempt to reason with the werewolf, unless you're the love interest...
14. Don't just stand there when the werewolf is transformin
DutyCold MoonDuty2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I leave the realm of sleep to be greeted by the winter cold and my grumbling stomach.
It’s been over a week since I last ate anything… and even then it was just some mushrooms that felt as though I’d swallowed a venomous eel. I rise slowly, shake the snowflakes off of my pelt, savoring the warmth that comes from movement, blood flowing through my veins once more.
I can’t make a fire. Even if I had something more useful than my bulky, clawed hands, I don’t know how to do it. Servants always made my fires back home.
My stomach gurgles and dull pains emanate through my body like an echo inside an empty cavern. Food… always on my mind, even haunting my dreams. I remember just two moons ago, back when it was still fall, the harvest season. Drink overflowed from full cups, food tumbled to the floor to be eaten by hounds for lack of table space, fires burned day and night, and all was right with
Lunacy: Becoming a WerewolfBy the time we managed to pull out of the little cabin that Krissie’s parents lived in, the sun was pretty much gone. I couldn’t really tell if it had set yet- spring was always the middle ground of sunset, not too early but not late- due to both the woods of northern Minnesota, and the overcast sky. By the time I turned our little Impala sedan on the highway south towards Minneapolis, it was starting to rain.Lunacy: Becoming a Werewolf6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept down a sigh as I turned on the windshield wipers, only to see an empty road.
“We could have just spent the night, you know,” Krissie said from the passenger seat. “Mom and Dad always love having guests.”
I huffed. “Don’t worry, it’s just some rain. Besides, there’s some stuff I had planned when we get back… Not to mention, your dad was getting a little hard to deal with.”
“Oh, Martin,” she sighed. “I know you guys don’t see eye to eye, but you don’
A Different Kind of Wolf“Mom, Ava is eating a slug!”A Different Kind of Wolf2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scott Friedmann’s ears twitched back against his head. Some noises were harder to leave behind than the human’s annual fireworks celebration.
His wife Sonya rocked little Lexi on her knee and failed to respond with the same sense of urgency that colored their oldest daughter’s voice. “It’s all right, Sweetie,” she said. “It won’t hurt her.”
Hannah would not be dissuaded. “But it’s gross!” she said.
Scott chuckled. He turned away from the venison kabobs he was rotating over the campfire and took in the scene.
Hannah’s ears were flattened against her skull and her lips wrinkled away from her teeth. She held out a hand but hesitated, as if thinking through some way to get the slug out of the toddler’s grasp without having to touch it.
Mrs. Kirkland was the closest adult female, as well as a trusted babysitter. She smiled and patted her kn
Moonborn Prologue: Damien's NightmareThe white wolf's paws carry her effortlessly through the snow-laden forest as she races her young friend. He is fast, but winter is her season; snow her element. While his red-brown fur stands out boldly against the crisp white, she blends in seamlessly.Moonborn Prologue: Damien's Nightmare4 months ago in Settings More Like This
She leaps gracefully over a fallen tree and changes her course, heading toward the setting sun and its dazzling display of color. Her friend is now struggling to keep up. She runs faster, her heart pounding and lungs beginning to burn. She looks back over her shoulder and, as expected, her friend is gone from her view. She laughs out loud, her playful yips dancing through the trees. She has won this race.
The darkness of night arrives sooner than expected, and the sky is now inky black. There are no stars, no moon. Confused, the white wolf begins to slow down, looking upward and around. Her friend should have caught up to her by now.
Suddenly the cries of a wolf in agony echo all around her. The sound stops her in her tracks and she wh
Moonborn: Werewolf InfoFemalesMoonborn: Werewolf Info3 months ago in Profiles More Like This
There are no natural-born female werewolves known to exist today, and there haven't been for centuries. All females that exist were exposed to the virus through a bite, or other means (introduction of infected blood into the bloodstream, infected saliva coming into contact with an open wound, etc). The reason for this is quite simple and begins on a microscopic level. The lycanthropy virus makes werewolves superior to humans in nearly every way, including their sperm. Male-making sperm cells outrun and destroy female-making ones, ensuring that any offspring conceived are male. This process is so effective that a female werewolf is only born, on average, once in every three hundred years. This, along with the fact that natural-born females only give birth to full-blood werewolves (whereas a bitten female, possessing traces of human DNA, may give birth to human offspring), makes natural-born females priceless to the pack.
Natural-born werewolves undergo their first c
Moonborn: pt 1Damien jerked awake with the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Breathing hard and drenched in a cold sweat, he sat up and ran his hands through his hair.Moonborn: pt 13 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He'd lost count of how many times he'd dreamt of the white wolf. After three months and well over five-hundred dollars wasted on fake psychics and palm-readers, he was still no closer to finding out what it meant. He sighed deeply and covered his face with his hands.
Reluctantly he peeked through his fingers at his alarm clock. 5:51 AM. Letting out a groan, he fell back to the pillows. He'd have to get up for work at the diner soon.
It was a dead-end job and everyone there -- even his boss -- was afraid of him, but the meager paychecks kept the landlord off his back. That was the only reason he kept showing up.
As he showered and got dressed, his mind drifted to his former pack; the family he'd left behind. He remembered vividly the tears in his mother's eyes and the angry disappointment on his father's face as he'd told them his
Dog Days“Damnit, it’s hot,” Donnie moaned. The air conditioner back home had broken down—clogged with fur, a regular hazard where he now lived. And it couldn’t have chosen a worst time to give up the ghost. It was one of those days of blistering heat that even your own skin feel like too many layers. He and his best friend were already down to their underwear, lying on towels under an oak by the lake. But it was not enough. He smacked Sammy’s arm—a tactical risk, as any retaliation from his six-foot-six-inch friend would cause serious damage to his own four-foot-five-inch self. But then, revenge wasn’t in the man’s nature. “Couldn’t you have turned me into something without a fur coat? It’d be nice to be able to turn into something cooler instead of hotter.”Dog Days5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sammy gazed at him with half-hearted annoyance. “Least you don’t have a full fur coat.”
“That’s true, I
Werewolves: A GuideWerewolves: A Guide3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While various supernatural creatures exist throughout the world there is perhaps none quite as mysterious and frightening as the lycanthrope.
Where, when, and why werewolves exist and originated is unknown. However some of the first depictions of them can be traced back to Greece with the Legend Lycaon, but werewolves and other similar creatures have been in almost every major culture known to humans.
It is also unknown as to how werewolves were created, some have speculated it was an ancient curse or even a genetic defect that led to the rise of an entire species. Some have even said it could be a mixture of both sorcery and science.
Becoming a werewolf is also a matter of strong debate, being bitten is perhaps the most common but there are also depictions of mystical rituals where the lycanthrope is a voluntary participant. What amount of control the lycanthrope has is also debated as well as the full moon aspect.
There are at least three different
Instinct Part One:Dark-INSTINCT-Instinct Part One:Dark3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
By: Josh Hutchins
"When you stare into the eyes of the shadows,
Do no be surprised when the shadows stare back."
It was just after Christmas. The family of three was flying back to their home town after visiting a few family friends for the holidays. To anyone observing they appeared as any other typical family would. But this particular family was affiliated with things not normally associated with the normal American lifestyle. Namely things that creep around in the dark; hiding from mankind in the shadows. Two separate worlds raveled into one. On some very rare occasion however, these lines could and inevitably would become blurred.
A Blood Moon's Dawn PrologueA Blood Moon’s DawnA Blood Moon's Dawn Prologue2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“It is said for every 200 years, when the blood moon dawns, the spirit of the blood moon wolf awakens upon the world as it aims to bring about its blessing. For thousands of years the blood moon had dawned through and through. Once the blood moon has dawned and has spent its year in the night sky; the cycle repeats and it must wait again for another 200 years.”
December 31st, 1869: The blood moon was upon us once again. Every two-hundred years the moon turns a shade of crimson; which is why we refer to it as the blood moon. I was out camping in the mountainous regions to the Northwestern studying wolves. I am a proud owner of a wolf farm. My duty includes rescuing and caring for injured wolves or any wolves that come along the way. We take rightful care for these majestic animals and treat them with care. I’ve come to know these wolves as my prides and joys. They are my children to me.
Earth and FangThis deep into the ancient maintenance halls of the disused subway system, air ventilation was not sufficient for a fire. Clara Hailey tightened the ratty length of knitting she called a scarf around her weather-worn face and surveyed the other piles of tattered, filthy clothing huddling together for warmth in the dank, dark environment humanity had been pushed into. Her raw fingers squeezed at the frayed ends of her scarf, as telltale sign of her stress. She did that a lot lately. The cold penetrated her into the marrow, as she had very little flesh on her bones to retain body heat. This was no way to live. Only two decades ago, humanity had been the undisputed masters of the world. She had been a child then, but she still remembered the pinnacle of their species. Now there was a whole generation for whom those were only abstract stories.Earth and Fang5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sure, they had managed the Earth with foolhardy recklessness, but it had still been theirs. They had more rightful claim to it than the aliens who h
The Freedom Chaser's: The Moon's SonChapter OneThe Freedom Chaser's: The Moon's Son8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The florescent lighting was giving Nick a headache, right in his temple, but he didn’t bother closing his eyes. It had been like this every morning for the past three years of his life, but it might not be that way ever again. He looked to the clock and frowned when he saw that it was seven pm—he’d slept the day away. He’d only done that a few times on the night after and he was surprised he had done it today.
The television playing on the glass of the right wall was grumbling the same thing every day: the history of World War III. He could recite it by memory, so he didn’t bother paying attention, though he would admit that he’d miss waking up to the familiar sound.
He sat up and ran his hand through his hair, pushing the few locks that fell to his brow to the side. His
Werewolf ValentineWithin such savage creaturesWerewolf Valentine9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to breed, to eat, to sleep
deathly eyes become disguise
for every beast must weep
Fear is but a tool to live
to chase, to flee, to hide
extended claws and toothy jaws
a hunger dwells inside
And when the prey is opened, torn
its heart with blood pumped through
becomes a gift devoid of shrift,
a Valentine for you.
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 Heart10 months 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
Tres musasTres musas3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tres musas han llegado
No vinieron juntas
Entraron por separado.
Amor, odio, y fantasías
Se han encontrado
En este cuaderno que
Con historias he llenado.
El nombre del amor lo conozco
Del odio no lo puedo pronunciar
Y el de las fantasías lo quisiera recordar.
Tres musas que no se conocen
Y que no encuentran explicación
De por que esta roto este corazón.
Y sigue pasando el tiempo
Llenando las páginas del cuaderno
Con los nombres de tres musas
Que no llegaron, ni estarán juntas.
Ethan 'Chatterbox' CutheranIn January 13, 2010, a disturbed boy fell in love for the first time of his life. His name was Ethan Cutheran. A boy such as him did not grow up with a mom and a dad to teach him the wrongs and rights of life. In his childhood he found out that his parents were brutally killed in a car accident while he was in a day care center. With no parents to guide him he was very misunderstood at a young age of 17. He knew nothing about love but he wanted to pursue it somehow. The girl that he was in love with was Annie, a preppy girl that was highly popular in school and not to mention she liked to make fun of kids who are in the lower ranks of the social life. Ethan knew all about Annie in every single way and even knew about her flaws and negatives in her life, but he didn't care because he was already in love and he had no control of it. Every day in school, he stared at her all the time admiring her beauty within her body and her face even though he catches her and her boyfriend making out iEthan 'Chatterbox' Cutheran4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MetalMetalMetal2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In my hands
As I sing
Don't be a friend of darkness
Nor an ally to the wraith
The ghosts all fear our power
For in the light we bathe
Wicked immersed in
The Fire of God
Lord knows it's hot
In my hands
As I sing
Cutting through history
Story's of lives
It doesn't matter to me
Burning the times
Hope all the oceans
Are ready for God
There's no survival
For those who were wrong
In my hands
As I sing
Swords, they are clashing
Out in the streets
Axe blades are flashing
Sparks fly when they meet
Faith in a hero
Who stands up for God
The fall of new Nero
For all that he's not
Sin-Chapter 1~ Mysterious MistSin-Chapter 1~ Mysterious Mist1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The air was cold, like an Artic breeze, Winter had just began which wasn't a pleasant time for Rufus. He was a stray and his home was a cardboard box in a dark alley, he had no blankets, warm fires, bed or any thing just a ripped up newspaper that was about 2 months old. As he awoke in his box he saw droplets of rain falling and splashing all around him on the hard concrete floor. He knew he would have to escape his home soon when the heavy storms come which was exhausting. He had only just found his home, a cardboard box finding was very lucky for Rufus. He was a pretty old dog and was blind in one eye and easily breakable bones so it was hard for him to survive the harsh, cold climates. Rain eventullay began to drop down like a shower, the cardboard box started breaking apart. Rufus knew he had to find a new home so he sprinted out of his box and ran to a little shopping centre. People in the shops screamed when seeing the big old Rufus charging right past them. He stopped at the end
NumbI’m feeling everything at once and it’s making me go numb.Numb6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happiness, sadness, hopefulness, desperation.
I’m spiraling and I can’t see why.
I’m falling into the dark depths of emotion..
But your smile makes me forget.
It makes me feel everything at once,
And I embrace it.
When I see your face, when I hear your voice,
I don’t mind being low on your list of favorites.
I’m just glad that you see me.
I don’t mind being in her shadow,
I don’t mind talking about her,
Hearing how much you love her.
I’m just glad that you talk to me.
You’ll never feel this way,
And that’s alright.
Because all the love you could have for me,
Has already been given to her.
I’m just glad that you’re happy.
I’m feeling everything at once and it’s making me go numb.
I’m slowly realizing that there’s no use wishing
For something that could never be mine.
I’m just glad that I know you.
Hetalia Russia x ChinaRussia x China requestHetalia Russia x China3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another request, hope u all like
"Should I sign this one as well, Ivan" China held the information sheet in front of the said nation, who gave a nod and a smile before returning to his own papers.
The two countries had been going through their paperwork for at least two hours now. They were basically documents and data references that needed signing and dating in order, it was stressful work that dragged on a lot but all continents had to bear with it.
Yao knew there were other nations that he could discuss these matters with, however, after going through other options and deciding that America already had England to work with, Germany with too much seriousness, Italy not enough seriousness (and his never ending love for pasta would be distracting as well as annoying) Japan may have an urge to copy Yao's work (as a result to what china had always done to his younger brother)and France being completely out of the questio