Lupus IntusYou fight against the bonds I’ve made for you;Lupus Intus2 years 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.
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 Nightmare2 years 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
Werewolf psychology June 2014Normal werewolf psychologyWerewolf psychology June 20141 year 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
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
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
THE HUNTER'S LAW PROLOGUE 1THE HUNTER'S LAWTHE HUNTER'S LAW PROLOGUE 13 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
A Wolfs PoemA WOLFS POEMA Wolfs Poem3 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
APH RoChu: Swapped Chapter 8Ivan looked at Yao, impatiently waiting for an answer. He needed to know, and fast, if this was true; sure, Ivan could have just called Yao, but this was not something that you could tell someone impersonally.APH RoChu: Swapped Chapter 85 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yao cleared his throat, and then said out loud what ran through his thoughts just a moment before, "Of course I am aru..." He looked into Ivan's eyes and did not know how Ivan would react. He hoped Ivan would not leave him alone or push him away. He wished that Ivan would love him back... somehow. He would even settle for a hug at the moment, or some sign of affection.
Ivan's eyes widened even more as he looked down at Yao; he saw the silky black hair, the big brown eyes, the cute lips, the tiny frame...he saw the cuteness, the shyness...and he could feel himself fall back again. He remembered every reason why he had fallen in love with Yao in the first place, and for a moment, he forgot about Alfred. Ivan practically leapt forward at Yao, and grabbed him, hugging him
APH RoChu: Swapped Chapter 7Alfred looked at Matthew for a little bit longer before adjusting his glasses. He didn't think that Ivan would cheat on him, not even for China, but he still had his doubts. He got off of the couch and walked a little ways from Matthew, pulling out his cell phone. He needed to talk to his boyfriend before something happened. Matthew saw what Alfred was doing, and rushed to stop his brother. However, before he could take the cellular device from Alfred and hang up, Ivan answered.APH RoChu: Swapped Chapter 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hello, love~" Ivan's voice could be heard, distant and tiny due to the fact that Alfred was holding the cell phone high above his head so that Matthew couldn't get to it.
Matthew protested, "No, no... Alfred, please don't tell Russia! No... I wasn't even supposed to tell you about this..." Matthew gave Alfred a pleading look, but Alfred was definitely not going to listen to his brother.
"Hello, Ivan!!" Alfred yelled into the phone, and then finally ran down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door so M
DutyCold MoonDuty2 years 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 Werewolf3 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’
Moonborn: pt 1Adam 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 12 years 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.
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 de
Poem of a WerewolfI can feel this beast building up inside of me,Poem of a Werewolf3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only you could know what what I can be.
I always feel it that I am simply locked away,
There is no escape from this darkness of everyday.
Can there be no hope for us,
I've never known a single soul to trust.
Now I know a feeling of sorrow and sadness,
Since all of this blood and madness.
There is no one to love or hold,
And yet now I wait for my whole world to unfold.
I can never get through that I am not a mindless creature,
But nobody cares that you are the ones who make it a blur.
I was born into a scary world without a father,
Yet I am a grown man now so why do I bother.
It just feels to keep this locked away is so rude,
And letting all of the chains and locks fall to the ground feels so... good.
I am not afraid anymore to show myself,
But I can't say the same for how you pissed yourself.
The wolf isn't bad and it loves to pl
A Different Kind of Wolf“Mom, Ava is eating a slug!”A Different Kind of Wolf2 years 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
Werewolf HeadcanonsTrue Facts About Werewolves(as told by me)Werewolf Headcanons11 months 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
Interlude of the wolfThe hunter fled across the beach and the hunt chased him.Interlude of the wolf3 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
Honestlyyou've stopped waking upHonestly3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
from those dreams so dark
I'm all cut open
I'm all cut up
as the bridges burn between us
I say the usual things that I would
that I'm going home
if only I could
there's no place to go back to
I'm still listening closely
for the breath you take
and honestly still I never forgave you
I hate the time it takes
is this how the rest is going to be?
blind spots the only things that I can see?
come back to me
and let's not do anything
Dinner GuestDinner Guest3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i
Vir-lupus (Man-wolf [Werewolf]) NotesUniversal Attributes:Vir-lupus (Man-wolf [Werewolf]) Notes2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Shifting takes an enormous energy toll on a werewolf’s body. As you might expect, this would leave a novice werewolf very tired after a single transformation, though if they shift under duress a massive release of adrenaline can keep them moving at full speed for a while. Often, attached wolf-spirits will take up the energy deficit during transformation, only to give it back to the werewolf when there is no longer any danger or when they shift back. Obviously, Wolf-born cannot do this as they don’t have an attached wolf-spirit.
When shifting, werewolves keep in line with the law of conservation of mass by increasing their size through the use of magically conjured matter, called ectoplasm, to make up the mass deficit. Werewolves who shift frequently actually begin to store biomass in their internal cavities, necessitating less ectoplasm and thus require far less energy to shift, as well as providing additional protection to their interna