An appealing fuck-ton of werewolf references (per request).
Werewolves are a tad simpler to define than aliens or natural deformities; virtually every werewolf is depicted as (obviously) a half human half wolf. In virtually every instance, the human grows larger, harrier, and far more muscular. Werewolves can stand on two legs AND run on all four, so be aware that the neck will be capable of adjusting for both. You know what furries are, right? Of course you do, you’re on tumblr. So a werewolf is like a furrie in a really hard-core yiff, but more majestic and with less depressing anatomy.
[From various sources.]
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Characters used: My own. Maddi and Nar. Check them out at my writing blog, Central-City.
Maddi is curled on the couch, lost in her mind, when Nar comes to sit behind her. The older woman’s presence does not shake Maddi from her thoughts, nor does the noise of the television turning on. But her fingers play with Maddi’s hair idly, softly like a ghost. Like Maddi is not the ghost, not an apparition that should have died months ago. Nar chuckles at the television that she watches over her shoulder, and the vibrations traces shivers to Maddi’s hollow core. The television blasts and flickers but she pays little attention to it. She pays little attention to anything but soft hands tangled in her hair. Nar is Maddi’s anchor in this new life she has found herself thrust into. She keeps her steady as the storm rages around her. Rages within her. Beneath the cold exterior, the frozen ice, a storm rages within Maddi, in her blood, in her soul. Maddi can feel it, like a maelstrom as the blood rages on, the blood of the wolf, that which she was born with, and the blood of the undying, fighting to take control of her vessel. Maddi feels empty inside, yet she also feels too full, like she is about to burst at the seams, unravel all her loose threads and carve herself up with her jagged edges. Maddi’s heart is pounding, the rasp of blood thunders in her ears. She want it to stop, to shut off. Something make it quiet! It’s driving her insane. There’s a grinding in her head like a grinning madman with a bomb, she know if she provokes it she might just pop-
1. As a young child, she loved her mother with her whole heart in the way only a child can, in that a mother is the only thing they can bare to love and thus they love it with a great clinging furiousity.
2. Her mother never loved her, only loved the echo. How she had her father’s eyes, her father’s smile.
3. As all echoes do, her echo faded, until she only had her own gap-toothed smile and half closed eyes. And her mother ceased to love her.
4. She grew out of loving very quickly in a world without a mother, and without a kind soul. She grew out of many other things too, like crying, and eating whole meals, and talking to people, and waiting in lines.
She feels the cold hands of her dancing companion resting on her hips as they sway to the beat of the song. The dance floor is crowded, and she feels the breath of her dancing partner.
Yet still across the room she can feel his eyes. Piercing through bass beats and stranger’s hands.
But she can’t face him. Not tonight. Not after everything that has happens.
She moves her body to the music and revels in a strangers touch. It won’t matter soon. Soon there will be blood on the dance floor.
Awkwardly Honest: Completely unedited plot Drabble in celebration of Halloween! Forgive...
Completely unedited plot Drabble in celebration of Halloween!
Forgive my typos, I’ve fix them later. (Find my characters’ bios on my writing blog if you are interested!)
Mikael wrings his hands together, checking, doubling checking, that his gun is safely in his hostler. He doesn’t like guns,…
In Space Cadet mode, imagining my world that I have created, with all my characters, and their adventures, and histories, and mythologies, and gosh. I wish I could share all my stories with people without actually writing them, because by writing them I make them permanent, and they last thing they are is permanent because they are growing and changing and going on more adventures and their world is always evolving.
I mean look. I made a map. But it is already so outdated.
Anyone want to have their ear chatted off?