He's not dangerous : werewolf professor LaytonHe’s not dangerous
He did not react quickly enough; he tried to start making his way downhill but they released their arrows and he felt them pierce into his back, letting out a loud cry of pain. He was momentarily stunned and stumbled a bit. Another arrow suddenly struck him in his right thigh. Startled, he let out a pained yelp and lost his balance, tumbling down the rocky ravine.
He was rolling for a while, hitting some large rocks along the way down; some of the arrows were pushed painfully deeper into his skin and he heard one of them snap. He finally came to a slow stop as he rolled into a small shallow pond at the bottom.
He lay motionless for a few seconds when his senses came back; water was flowing into his nose, forcing his injured body to sit up. He shook his head, snorted and coughed up some water. He then dragged himself out of the pound; he had to keep moving; but he was so worn out from rolling down the ravine.
Werewolf Professor Layton: bitten/ the attackBittenWerewolf Professor Layton: bitten/ the attack1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was getting quite late now; most of the town’s citizens had gone inside their homes. The professor noticed some of the citizens were acting quite anxious before heading inside, muttering something about rabid animal ; possibly about these so called ‘werewolves’ that some told him about.
The Professor and Luke only managed to gain very little information so far in their investigation. Layton did not have enough information to figure out what was really happening in this town. The two managed to solves some puzzles along the way though.
The roads were bare, Luke and The Professor were the only ones still out at night by the looks of it. Only a few of the street lamps were still on, leaving a small amount of light source for them. Layton stopped in place for a moment, deep in thought. Luke stared at him curiously; he looked around nervously a few times before asking
“Um, Professor, I don’t mean to be rude, but we’ve be
Werewolf professor layton quick write 4 Flora awoke to the sound of whimpering. She groggily got up and adjusted herself to see what was wrong. Across the small secret room, she could see The Professor, now curled up in the corner of the other end of the room, to her left; shivering.Werewolf professor layton quick write 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Flora frowned; she was happy that he was still alive, but she didn’t want to see him sad, he looked like he was having a bad dream at the moment.
Concerned, she quietly crawled over to him; and stroked his head, trying to relax him. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that tears were coming from his closed eyes.
He was crying in his sleep.
His ears twitched and he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked and gave Flora a slightly confused, tired and welcoming expression.
“Flora?” He then yawned, revealing his fangs. “What is it dear? If you were worried about me, it’s alright, I’m still alive.” He said tiredly, even though he perfectly knew she couldn
Professor layton werewolf one shotLayton sat alone in a stone walled room while writing and trying to calm himself with tea. His room was designed like a cell to keep some big wild animal inside; what with its big steel door (which had a very small slidable cover that reveals a small window) and barred windows; but yet it had a large comfy bed, a dresser with a mirror, a desk (which he was using at the moment), a tall standing mirror, and a clean bathroom with a shower and everything. In his opinion, he found this contrast eerie. He was in the big, highest part of this strangely designed hotel. It was some far away from the town they were visiting. Outside his window, he could see the overview of the town and the setting sun.Professor layton werewolf one shot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Layton was actually locked inside, away from Luke and Flora (who were a few floors way from him), just in case if he does somehow…transform.
This was all happening because of last night. Layton and his apprentice Luke were investigating while Flora stayed inside the safety of their hotel
Werewolf professor layton: bonding timeA loud howl echoed outside Layton's bedroom, his ear twitched and he curled up on the end of the large bed, trying to ignore it. At the same, he hoped everyone in town was inside their homes, safe from those...creatures roaming outside.Werewolf professor layton: bonding time2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He heard Flora whimper and she pulled the sheets closer to her, obviously a bit timid at the fact that those beast were roaming outside while they sleep. He uncurled himself and crawled over to her, he placed his head next to hers; her eyes were open, he was looking at her as if to say
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He let out a soft whine
She placed a hand on his head and stroked his soft fur.
"I'm not scared of you...but the other werewolves...I just hope everyone will be safe tonight...and they won't try to come in here,right?"
He nuzzled her to let her know they were safe.
"The professor will keep us safe Flora, he promised he would." Luke said, he was awake as well.
" Are you a little scared of the other werewolves too Luke?" Flora asked as she sat u
A Wolf at War: Chapter 1A Wolf at WarA Wolf at War: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: The World as We Knew It
"They are getting close, wait until the tank is next to the car." I whispered to Jacek who was lying next to me as he twisted the last few wires together, priming the final fuse. From our second floor position we had a commanding position over the street below, gripping my rifle I readied myself for the fight to come. A block away, a small squad of two dozen German troops headed by a Panther tank cautiously made their way towards our position which was at the far end of a T shaped intersection. Those fascist bastards were oblivious of the trap which has been set for them. The rumbling of the German tank was growing ever louder as they drew ever closer, less than thirty meters from the car now. Jacek gripped the detenator anxiously, thick beads of sweat running down his gaunt, unshaven face. I reached over to him and placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Wait for
Werewolf Professor Layton:escape and injuriesLayton crashed through the glass skylight, falling along with the raining broken glass. While he managed to successfully climb on the mansion’s rooftops on the way up while trying to follow the grey werewolf (rather slowly and far behind); going the way back down however, was a bit more difficult. He wasn’t completely athletic as the other werewolf and the fact that it was raining didn’t help. He was also in a hurry to escape from James, who was hunting him down.Werewolf Professor Layton:escape and injuries2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He landed on his stomach against the hard ground. Layton lied still on the ground, his body aching from the impact; he was a bit stunned from the fall as well, his recent injuries from the battle earlier did not help his situation either. His ears flicked as rain and small shards of glass falling from the broken skylight, hit them. Regaining his senses, he could hear voices of men and women around him, sounding rather troubled. His nose started to pick up the scent of…perfume. He could make out what so
Number One Apprentice - Randall AscotLuke sat on one of the many benches that littered the museum, watching his own feet as he swished them back and forth in a vague attempt to keep himself amused. Sadly, nothing could detract from the fact that he was very bored right now.Number One Apprentice - Randall Ascot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't that he had to come to these talks very often, as usually his dad would leave him at home, but sometimes his mum would be away and there'd be no one to look after him, so he'd have to come. Which is what had happened today.
He didn't understand why his dad was still so obsessed with listening to famous archaeologists blather on about what new facts they'd discovered after looking at some fossil that someone else had dug up a decade or more ago. Clark was the mayor of a town now, not an archaeologist. But apparently he'd been one of the best students in his year when he was at college and still wanted to show a keen interest.
This was an interest that Luke did not share. Having been to this museum so many times that he practically knew every e
Werewolf Professor Layton Lukes nightmareThe nightmareWerewolf Professor Layton Lukes nightmare2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Luke continued to run in the forest, he had no idea why though. It was dark out and the moon was full; he was completely lost.
“Professor, Flora? Where are you?”
He was quite scared at the moment; he swore he could hear howling in the distance.
He came to a clearing with a pond in the middle; he could see moonlight reflecting off the surface. He could also see a man crouching down near it; it was the professor; he appeared to be in serious pain.
Luke approached him cautiously; he could hear the sound of something cracking and clothes tearing…he could see the professor changing shape. Luke was now standing next to Layton on his left. The professor clothes tore away as he changed, revealing shaggy brown fur; his pained groans changed into growling; Luke could only watch in horror as the Professor’s transformation was finishing.
A large brown
professor layton werewolf quickwrite 2Luke and Flora noticed a shadowy figure was waiting patiently outside the Study (the study room was on the highest floor of the mayor’s mansion) room’s windows as it rained; it looked like a large wolf.professor layton werewolf quickwrite 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“It’s probably the professor.” Luke stated; it was dark inside the room. “We should tell him about what we discovered tonight.” Luke put his bag back over his shoulder as he now had the important clue inside it; and headed towards the windows. But as Luke approached the windows, he was met with a low rumbling growl. Luke stopped where he was, startled; on closer inspection, he could see its yellow glowing eyes, and its fur looked grey instead of brown…
Luke backed away until he was next to Flora.
“It’s not the professor.”
The werewolf bared its fangs; the two froze in fear. Its growling then became a loud roar and crashed through one of the windows and landed on all fours in t
Werewolf professor layton,the 2nd night inthe cellHe felt humiliated being chained up to the cell floor like a mad criminal; his wrists were chained to the floor behind him and his ankles were chained as well. Even with some of the information he shared today during the questioning, they didn’t believe all of it. They still feared him for his curse. Even though he showed no aggressiveness in his wolf form last night, they even chained him last night when he already was a wolf (he decided not to break out last night to investigate more as he was already wanted dead by some of the villagers;(but he did break his chains) and he wanted to prove a point that he was harmless…and he didn’t know how to get out anyway as he tested a number of ways without actually getting out when everyone was asleep). He knew the chains were not strong enough to hold him, but so did the villagers, and they were prepared for that. His cell was deep underground with three steel doors to keep him from breaking out and the barred skylight wasWerewolf professor layton,the 2nd night inthe cell1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Don't Scream It's late. You're tired from a long day and decide to sleep; rest your mind. You change into something comfortable and slip into your bed. Of course, you don't check under the bed or in your closet. Monsters aren't real; they haven't been since you were younger.Don't Scream1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your eyes begin to close, slowly but surely, as you drift to sleep. Every internal guard you may have built around your mind is retracting; everything you want kept out is silently creeping in as well as anything you want kept in is gradually oozing out. Your wonders, fears, hopes, despairs, displayed. You're vulnerable. Subconsciously realizing this, you wrap yourself in the blanket, hoping for some kind of protection. It won't help though.
Your breathing continues at a steady pace, slightly faster than your breathing when awake. You shift in preparation of the long hours ahead. Silence.
Your mind, still slightly aware, registers the light tapping at the window as a branch blown by the wind. The qui
Werelayclaire AU oneshot part 2Werelayclaire oneshot 2Werelayclaire AU oneshot part 210 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Claire slept in Hershel’s flat that night, she didn’t want to leave him alone…he was suffering so much from his condition and she could not leave after seeing what he goes through every night right now. Claire also feared what would happen to him if someone else discovered him like this…a wolf found inside a flat would surely cause panic, an oversized wolf with hand-paws that can stand on twos especially. There have been reports of a large dog running around London and terrorizing the residents recently, most likely the werewolf that bit Hershel. If they find Hershel as a wolf…there’s a chance they might believe he’s the mad dog and might destroy him; and if they discovered Hershel is a werewolf…she didn’t want to imagine what would happen to him, he could be experimented on, treat him like a monster or kill him in fear of being a werewolf. They might not even believe what he’ll tell them or n
Beyond AbeyanceI used to write of darkness.Beyond Abeyance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a place so hollow and apathetic,
And my insignificant place inside it.
But silence was deafening,
along with solitude savage.
I suffocated on thoughts of oblivion.
And I floated there.
my realm of
It wasn’t until I closed my eyes,
That I dreamed of COLOR.
C r e a t i o n f l o o d e d m y l u n g s,
And jump started my blood flow.
I was given all the universe
.........Of which to shape into something b e a u t i f u l..........
S o I g a v e l i f e.
I t o o k c o n t
Undo myselfI cut my hair.Undo myself9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the only way I knew how to physically rid myself of him.
I cut the strands that he had pulled his fingers through. I cut the soft locks that he had spent hours helping me sort out. I cut the hair that he had so persistently encouraged me to grow longer.
The first few days were the hardest.
It was empty. I didn't know what to do with my hands, now that I didn't have something to constantly tug at. My neck was constantly cold from the sudden exposure. And I was naked. I didn't have anything to hide behind. It was just me and my raw lonesomeness against the world.
Then the first few weeks had been the hardest.
I had spent years constantly altering myself to please another. I had forgotten how to be myself. It had taken time, considerably longer than just a few weeks, to unravel myself. To figure out which parts of me was my own and which were his. Cutting my hair had been the first step on that journey.
I had spent, as long as I can remember actually, trying to be ob
SpeechlessHow the hell can I makeSpeechless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that everything you say
Everything you do
And although I’m not perfect
And I am trying
To find some sense of
But you’re making it
Pretty damn difficult
And I realize there’s
I can say to get through to you
Because nothing has worked yet
And all I want is
But you have taken that
All away from
Rescue TeamShe called me because I lived right downstairs. She called me because she knew I wouldn’t call her parents. She called me because she hadn’t called in three months, and she knew that if she called me, crying, blubbering, watering the receiver with her tears and blood, I would come running anyway.Rescue Team1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was hunched up on the kitchen floor, her arms wrapped around her legs, her eyelashes wrapped around her bloodshot eyes. She looked up at me as I dropped the key I had never given back into my pocket. Her feet and hands were bloodied and full of cuts.
She said nothing as I crunched my way over the broken glass to her and hunched down, balancing on the balls of my feet. She looked down.
“What did you do?” I asked, looking around the messy kitchen, filled with shards of glass and broken plates. I noticed she was holding the phone in one hand and a champagne glass in the other. The only intact one left, I observed from my place facing the open cupboards and empty sh