*Lick on the Tail* Will you be my mate?
*Lick on the Ear* I think you are cute!
*Lick on the stomach/Belly* I'm ready.
*Lick on the Forehead* For comfort.
*Lick on the Paw* Are you ok?
*Lick Below the Chin* I like you.
*Lick on the nose* I love you.
*Lick on the Neck* Let's have some fun =^-.-^=
*Lick on the Shoulder* I want you.
*Lick on the Lips* I need you.
*Lick on the cheek* For Friendship.
“Okay kids, everyone get in the car.” My dad was taking us to the annual ward ‘trunk-or-treat’ held every year at our church on Halloween before it got dark enough to actually go trick-or-treating, My sisters were going as cowgirls, and my little brother was a sith lord. But I had the best costume of all, I was a werewolf, just like last year, and the year before that.
“Now Chris,” my dad stopped me for a moment, “Don't you think you’re a little old for this? I mean you don't exactly see a 20 year old man go to events like this unless he’s handing out candy.”
I rolled my eyes, R
(One of the Drafts of my comic in development, this scene has been scrapped from the comic but brings memories so ill keep it on DA. Enjoy)
Skyler groaned, he couldn't remember last night at all. He remembered looking at the moon, seeing it's immense light and nothing after that. Feeling the warm sunlight across his face he attempted to get out of bed but let out a cry of pain when he felt severe fatigue across his body. It felt like he'd been power-lifting all night. He laid back down on the bed and noticed 3 deep scratch marks in his mattress. They went down to the springs and even some of the springs
My boots thumped quietly on the sidewalk in a percussive pattern as I walked. Two thumps for each step, heel and toe. Thump-thump, thump-thump. My boot's sound reminded me of a heartbeat, the rythym of life.
My arms swung at my sides, freely, brushing against the sides of my loose black jeans every now and then. I kept walking down the dark sidewalk, focusing on nothing as I merely wandered.
My heart suddenly felt as if it had skipped a beat, and it had made me stop walking. Light slowly poured onto the street, and the sidewalk. I watched the bluish light as it illuminated things in the street, but stole their color. It was moonlight tha
Matthew was slowly swinging in the park down the street from his house. He loved to do this late at night. Nobody was around, nothing to distract him from the exhilirating feeling of the air rushing through his brown hair. It energized him to no end! His skinny frame easily fit into the swings meant for nine-year-olds, even though he was a high school senior.
Glancing toward his friend's house, he was surprised to see a shadow making its way over here. As the silhouette revealed itself under a streetlamp, Matthew saw it was his friend, Nic! What was he doing here this late? Nic just smiled at him and started to swing alongside him, remaining
"My Girlfriend as a Witness"
Ethan held his girlfriend Alicia's hand as they walked between the trees. They had been walking for almost half an hour when Ethan finally stopped. "I think this is far enough," he said.
Alicia was very curious as to why Ethan had brought her here. Ethan sat down against a tree. The pinks and purples of the sunset had almost faded. The moon slowly rose over the next hill.
He began to explain. "A year ago, on my 13th birthday, I did this... magic spell."
"Uh huh..." Alicia replied sarcastically.
Jason, 13, clicked the green button and answered the call from his classmate, Greg. Greg's face appeared on his monitor wearing an expensive headset with a mic.
"Are you recording?" Jason asked.
"We're recording..." replied Greg, "... now!" He clicked the record button on his desktop recording program. A red box appeared around his screen to indicate that it was recording.
"Ladies and gentlemen," began Greg in a low, whispering voice meant to be dramatic, "tonight, on Greg's Paranormal Show, we have a very special guest. Jason here claims to have been s
Dominic's 18th birthday came on a Saturday, but more importantly, on the night before a full moon. He knew that one of his friends, Tyler, and a couple of his friends were werewolves. He did not ask for gifts from his friends on his birthday normally, but he asked one thing of Tyler: he wanted Tyler to take him with the pack tonight and change him into a werewolf.
The next evening at 7:00, Tyler drove by to get him. They picked up his other two werewolf friends; they would ask who he was and he would tell them he would be changing for the first time tonight with them. They all drove out for a good 45 minutes to a remot