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Grym by Goldenwolf Grym :icongoldenwolf:Goldenwolf 877 31 Simplicity of Love by KeksWolf Simplicity of Love :iconkekswolf:KeksWolf 70 14
Website is BACK!
Guys, let me tell ya.... I kicked my butt so hard on this project. I probably made it harder than it needed to be, but I got my website more or less EXACTLY the way I want! Still a few bugs to fix, but overall, the site is fully functional and ready for your viewing pleasure. ;)
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I also got Wolf Legend's website back up (with a new layout and look as well!): :)
Enjoy! :D
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Naira Bust by NairasIllustrations Naira Bust :iconnairasillustrations:NairasIllustrations 76 8 Linoleum Print :: All Hallow's Eve by lucidcoyote Linoleum Print :: All Hallow's Eve :iconlucidcoyote:lucidcoyote 82 12 The Oblivion by Exileden The Oblivion :iconexileden:Exileden 2,566 154 Werewolf X-Mas Card 2012 by SuzanneMoseley Werewolf X-Mas Card 2012 :iconsuzannemoseley:SuzanneMoseley 48 13 Steampunk Tendencies 2013 - Cinnamon Screenshot by Apolonis Steampunk Tendencies 2013 - Cinnamon Screenshot :iconapolonis:Apolonis 7 2 Werewolfhair by GalileoN Werewolfhair :icongalileon:GalileoN 162 18 Call of the Wild... by Artsy50 Call of the Wild... :iconartsy50:Artsy50 458 69 Dressed To Kill by Goldenwolf Dressed To Kill :icongoldenwolf:Goldenwolf 620 39 Light Raven by sugarpoultry Light Raven :iconsugarpoultry:sugarpoultry 731 24
Black Dog
Life not as death but unlife as night is to the summer of the soul/ of a man. Warm breath gone cold, forced to shrivel into a snarl. My prism of thought an artifice of oblivion; a black hole at the heart of every inner sentence, internal monologues disintegrate in hatred, fear and pain. That anguish strains the skin I'm in; a rack of carnal torture, the tearing of tissues, of my self. I claw at my face in torpor; guilt; convulsions of angst, ripping fibres of rage, self consuming self, the gift of life a collapsed imploding star, light so bright it becomes blindingly black.
Time drags, numbs –stops? –my body breaks down into components; part in sleep part in motion. In the darkness of the room a part of me stirs not in body but in spirit, the form of flickering shades deep in the pitch black congeal and rise, with nightmares for blood and malaise for bones, the skin is a rough coarse hide clothed in the bestial furs of a desperate greed; a hunger to fill the void that has formed it. It
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Agatha felt a sense of pride and intense love for her son. Because of the new freedom afforded werewolves in Australia, he could change whenever and wherever he wanted. He would grow up never knowing the restrictions she had suffered in America. She felt a stab of envy that she had been denied the liberty her son would enjoy. She quickly rejected it. That was a different time and place.
         Nick gently pried the small sharp teeth from his trouser leg as Gavin tugged with vigor, wanting to tear the fabric and pretend he was making a kill. Gavin's personality was even more boisterous in his wolf shape than it was in his child shape. Giving up on Nick's trousers, he followed his nose around the perimeter of the room, sneezing when he encountered a hidden pocket of loose dust and hair. He wandered over to the corner where he promptly squatted and dribbled urine onto the carpet.
          "Gavin, no," Nick said, scooping him up as he continued to trickle. He hadn't anticipated that toilet training his son would include house breaking. Gavin struggled to get loose and Nick was having a difficult time keeping ahold of him. "Don't worry. I'll clean that up. How long will he stay like this? When will he change back?"  
         Her laughter was light and free of stress. The sound was a balm to Nick's heart. It was a sign that their lives were going in the right direction.
         "It'll just happen," she answered with a weary shrug. "You can't predict these things at his age. He's younger than most when their wolf comes out for the first time."
         Nick uttered a long suffering groan, wrestling with twenty-five pounds of exuberant wolf cub. It was going to be vastly different raising Gavin and Larson compared to Logan and Luna. He had much to learn about rearing a Birthright for a child. He would need Agatha's guidance every step of the way.


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J. Anne Fullerton
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I am the author of the soon to be released novel, Birthright, the first in the Shepherd's Moon Saga, a paranormal historical horror series featuring werewolves in an alternate Victorian history.


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Lionwolfe Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2012
Thank you very much!!
Swarsulf-Asgar Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
THX for the fave^^
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Welcome aboard!
JAnneFullerton Featured By Owner May 12, 2012  Professional Writer
Thanks. Looking forward to making friends and fans.
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