Dog DaysDog Days2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“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.”
Sammy gazed at him with half-hearted annoyance. “Least you don’t have a full fur coat.”
“That’s true, I
Moonborn Prologue: Adam'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: Adam's Nightmare1 year 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
Lupus IntusYou fight against the bonds I’ve made for you;Lupus Intus1 year 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.
THE HUNTER'S LAW PROLOGUE 1THE HUNTER'S LAWTHE HUNTER'S LAW PROLOGUE 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Tsukikoko & Chine-Calibur
"Now, for your final test."
The words echoed through the young teenage boy's ears like a thunderstorm. He winced, staring through the blizzard cutting its path through the northern forest. Summer never came to this place. As it stood, it was mid-winter, bringing temperatures too harsh for a man to endure without proper provisioning. But endure this boy did. He stared at the accompanying figure of the tall, stocky man who had addressed him. The voice of the one he recognized as 'father'. Snow stung the boy's eye, causing him to shudder and wince once more .
"Son, you must prevail of your own strength, I must not help you know." Such cruel words, yet said in a mild but suggestively caring manner only brought confusion to the brunette-haired child. The voice rattled into his eardrums again, pounding upon the inside of his cranium as they were spoken. "JJ, you must learn to fight for your survival. Either you live, or you die. Ti
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
Werewolf psychology June 2014Normal werewolf psychologyWerewolf psychology June 20148 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To describe the normal werewolf mind, imagine a human mind add in a love of meat and the outdoors, hunting, and the constant desire to do something active or productive. Werewolves do get tiered like everyone else and often like to relax and slow down at times too. It can not be too emphasized that the werewolf mind is one mind, human reasoning and wolfish instinct. Often it is a unique mixture between nature and the wilderness of today's modern world. This being said it is important to examine the effects of this mixture.
An important note about instinct. Instinct is preprogrammed response to certain environments or situations. It is not something one realizes before the event, but rather during. It is easier to avoid instinctual action than to change or stop it in the act, but can be stopped with effort.
Logic and reasoning is a good first place to examine the werewolf mind. In observation, most werewolves think in way
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 Fang2 years 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 Son2 years 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
Dear parents,Dear parents,Dear parents,2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm sorry I keep messing up I'm sorry I keep making mistakes I'm sorry for everything I have ever done to upset you.
You don't understand how it feels to be to lost or frustrated at the age of fifteen, I'm sorry I can't make good grades or be good in sports.
I'm sorry I can never make you happy or impress you...I try though I try all the damn time to make you happy.
But it's never enough I always mess up does that give you the right to treat me like shit? Like I am nothing to you?
I was told by a good friend that mistakes are just lesson learned why can't you understand that.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect like everyone else I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be I'm sorry for being such a screw up.
I'm sorry that I forget important things but that doesn't mean I don't care about it? I'm sorry for writing this.
I'm sorry I can't pass my Star test, I'm sorry I'm not good at math I'm sorry for stressing you out but you're not the only one.
I'm sorry for never being brave
Red Wolf - Chapter 1Chapter 1Red Wolf - Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All the windows in the car were pulled down so the wind could blow some cold air on us while we sat there listening to some music in silence on our way to our new home. No correction, my new home and mom's old one. I was angry with her, why did we have to move back to the town that she had left and hadn't looked back at.
She had never told me anything about it, mom had always told me that she didn't know who dad was and that her parents were dead, it had all been a lie. She hadn't told me anything until last year when I shifted for the first time.
She hadn't told me anything about being... well being a werwolf.
''Are you going to be mad at me forever?'' I could hear my mom ask in a little bit of a sad tone, I hadn't spoken to her since we had gotten in to the car at the motel.
''I don't know.'' I answered back because I was still angry but I guess I had to say something.
''Seriously Aya!'' She shouted and pulled the car over and stopped it, we where somewhere in nowhere.
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
MikkyD's Phil hated MikkyD’s.MikkyD's5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had nothing against MikkyD’s specifically; he was sure that he’d feel the same way about any other fast food provider if he had to work there. But he worked at MikkyD’s. And it was pure torture.
Phil adjusted his too-small black cap, which sat on his folded-down ears, and slipped another sinus-numbing pill (to allow him to work in such a odorous environment) , as the next customer walked up to his cash register. Some guy in his mid-30’s who looked like he’d eaten at this very MikkyD's his whole life. He had been staring at the Menu for the past 3 minutes and Phil was livid. Why do people take so long staring at the menu? I mean, really, it’s MikkyD’s! Everything on the menu is gross, so no matter what you pick, you’ll regret it. Just pick something!
The balding 30yr old finally looked down from the menu and seemed to experience a stroke when he saw the seven foot tall Phil.
“What are you st
A Different Kind of Wolf“Mom, Ava is eating a slug!”A Different Kind of Wolf1 year 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
Howls of the WolvesBeast that dwells inside meHowls of the Wolves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Held within the shell of man
Screams of the human
Change to the howl of the beast
Fingers changing into claws
Fangs descending, they can already taste the kill
Flesh to fur
Jaws send out a howl of the beast
Moonlight breaks the night
You are my moonlight
As we run free through the dark forest
Howling like the beast we are.
The Next Phase: Chpt 1 The Midnight Exchange“Come on, could you give it a rest? You’re making me jumpy.”The Next Phase: Chpt 1 The Midnight Exchange2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Sorry. It’s just that being inside for this long isn’t working for me. I gotta move.”
“What do you mean ‘this long’? We’ve only been here since sundown.”
“Ha! That’s easy for you to say. You always loved this kind of thing but it’s like a cage in here.”
“So much for all that training I suppose? Well, you won’t have to worry about it for much longer. There’s about 20 minutes until midnight.”
Agent Noah Conrad lowered his glowing wristwatch and returned his eyes to the tripod-mounted spotting scope he had trained on the hotel across the street. His partner, Agent Arthur Williams, anxiously paced across the dark and empty room they had chosen for the stakeout. Although Noah insisted he would adapt to the scents in the abandoned flat, Arthur tried to clear his nose of the dusty odor in the air.
DutyCold MoonDuty1 year 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 th
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 Werewolf2 years 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’
Werewolf HeadcanonsTrue Facts About Werewolves(as told by me)Werewolf Headcanons3 weeks ago in Profiles More Like This
Werewolves are shapeshifters that can change from human to wolf form. Nobody knows when or how Werewolves came to be, whether they began from people being cursed by witches or if there was a bizarre genetic mutation that came to create lycanthropy. Whatever the case, Werewolves have become very common throughout our world as well as worlds of others.
Sometimes, Werewolves can be the opposite of what people usually expect, and can be normal-looking wolves that can turn into wolf/man beasts, but they can't turn human and are really only as smart as a wolf can be. These critters are usually called Wolfweres, as they are basically the inverse of Werewolves.
Chimerawolves are a bizarre variation of Werewolves that include Kaos. These creatures are descended from Werewolves that crossbred with Chimeras and others creatures, resulting in monsters that resemble Chimeras on the outside, but are as true Werewolves as any other on the inside. Thes
Amelia Smith's guide to werewolves:SPECIES: werewolf (Homo-Sapiens Lupus).Amelia Smith's guide to werewolves:2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Like Any other human being, usually thin/lean due to a fast metabolism.
Fur usually matches their natural hair color.
Eyes are usually gold/yellow, and sometimes red. Unless the individuals human form has blue eyes, in which case, the werewolf form will have blue eyes as well.
Height and weight varies, growth remains the same as a normal human.
Usually larger, with a more wolf-like appearance.
Muscles are well defined, but are usually masked by thick fur which covers the entire body.
Thick scruff surrounds the neck, protecting it in the event of a fight.
Almost always have a long tail, used for balance when walking/running.
Like any other normal human.
Almost always quadrapedal, though their body does allow for standing bipedal with the