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Werewolves: LycansWerewolves of the Senses

Scientific Name: Lupus vir

Size

There is no noticeable difference in size between human and werewolf forms. They can be of any height due to the nature of these werewolves.

Location

Like all werewolf species they can be found worldwide. There is no known origin of Lycans as their populations are often unpredictable, usually they rapidly increase in high human density areas and their either take over the area or are wiped out by hunters.

Lifespan

Lycans do not have an extended lifespan; if anything they have a very short one. Given their nature they become prime targets of hunters after they have become active a

Werewolves: GestaltWerewolves of Strength

Scientific Name: Lupus vulgaris

Size

They are taller than the average human. In human form they average 6'0" in males and 5'5" in females, where as in werewolf form, Gestalts average 6'7" in males and 5'10" in females.

Location

Like all werewolf species they can be found worldwide. Gestalts originated in Russia with the highest density of these werewolves being here.

Lifespan

Gestalt's can live for over a hundred years. They are at there strongest around thrity to ninety years of age, but after about hundred and fifty years their strength diminshed to a point were they can no longer shift unless under extreme emo

Great Fenir"Closer, boy."

No voice calls out between the scrawny pines, creaking under age old snows. Only the whisper of the bitter north wind. The cold bites into me, snow settling on my nose, skin too cold to even melt them. I peer between the frozen trunks, searching the brooding forest for the one who speaks to me.

"Closer."

His words are the only sounds, save the creak of rotting branches and the soft crunch of snow underfoot. Nothing stirs in the gloom. I can sense his presence growing; a rising force in my mind. I tremble at every echo of his words, and every shadows seems to be his skulking predatory guise.

"Where are you?" I cal

The Beast WithinThe hunters say it's a curse
I'll put them in a hearse
They whisper about me under their breath
That will lead to their death
They say it's easy to kill
So they will scream as their blood spills
Humans think I rome alone
But I am not the only alphas clone
Under the full moon light it's easy to see
The darker side of me
At that time the beast inside
Devours my soul filling me with pride
So if you happen to be walking in the woods under the full moons light
Be sure to bring a silver knife or I might end your life some night

Werewolves: BetaCommon Werewolf

Scientific Name: Lupus northmanni

Size

In human form they are of average size but can range from 5"0' to 7"0'. When in werewolf form they appear to be average sized wolves though if they are shorter or taller than average in human form this will carry over into werewolf form.

Location

Like all werewolf species they can be found worldwide. Betas originated from Europe and China.

Lifespan

Their lives are as short as humans though there have been a few cases of extended lifetimes.

Appearance

Like all werewolves they have enlarged canines. Their distinct feature is ring of colour around the pupil though this can range fro

MoonlightI can feel it approaching again.. That time.. my heart doesn't throb at the thought. It hammers.
Why this agonizing wait?? Why the pain of watching her diminish??

Why does she turn from us when we need her most?
I miss the days before day.
When all was eternal night, before the earth spun. When the moon was constant in the sky.
The days when Faeries and the Elven clans thrived. When Lycans were as rare as stars. When humans were scarce and vulnerable. When the trees were alive. When the world was young.

Now, the Earth is old, knowing, and tired. Mortal wretches have ravaged her, stealing and destroying all they can before they die. The

SecretsHe sat in the grass, her head in his lap, with the bright sun warming their bodies in the cool January air. The girl turned on her side, her breath tickling his legs. She sighed happily, as she still had a month with him before he left. She didn't ask where he was going, nor where he had gone last week, when he missed their second date. But now, she trusted him. She knew when he would be at work, and when his classes were. He knew the same of her, and he knew every important date of hers. He knew her brother's birthday, and the day that her dog had died. He knew everything about her. Well, almost. But she still didn't know all of his secrets.

HuntedBlood runs as lightning through my veins
As my paws pound the earth like a horse reined
A sudden crack followed by my howl of dread
As my shoulder turns from gray to red
I stumble and fall into the fresh snow
Footsteps ring like a bell as they near me my fear grows
Pain fills my chest as he delivers the death blow
I awake the next day felling like a voodoo doll
Rage fills me as I think of what I will do to this human when the moon is full

Asylum of the HeartYou know I've missed you
From your very last breath
You don't know what I've been through
Since I loved you to Death

Ya know they found me
Covered in blood!
They tried to take me
I knew they would!
They called me crazy
Like they could talk!
They tried to help me
They called it electroshock!
I was so lonely
Not like before
I couldn't stay here
Anymore!

I had to kill them
In their nest
Cuz ya know I haven't got much rest
I can't get by
Not since I loved you to Death!

That won't be a problem
Now that I'm free
And I've moved on
As you can see
It wasn't easy
I was a mess
But I've found her
And I must impress
That I lov

The Atomic Bomb PlanTom Massey stood back and watched as the two armed men opened the door of the small room and went in first, closing it after them. Their movements were slow and cautious, as if the weapons they held were not sufficient to calm their fears of what lay within the room. A few moments later the door was opened again and they signaled for him to enter.

Tom could see that the men were tense as he rejoined them, eyes glued to the man sitting at the table on the other side of the room. With his tall stature, sharply chiseled features, and cold blue eyes Tom was quite an intimidating figure himself. Perhaps if his attitude matched his appearance, he

Wolf -Chapter 1Волк
My name is Волк of a small nameless pack in the northern frozen regions that are still unexplored to the men of England. I live in the realm of Camelot in the time of King Arthur. Though I am not a Knight of the Round Table, I am well known and favored in the eyes of the king. As a wolf with the heart of a warrior, I abide my life by a code of virtue, honor, and valor. The splendor of Camelot is sometimes a little too much for me, so I retire to the solitude of the forest. Alone, that is how I like it. Others would not understand what I truly am, for the simple minded human crin

A Burning Decision

"So here's to moments in our lives
Wished to last forever!
To those in life who'd use a knife -
Memories they'd sever!"

A chieftain made the final toast
Before they packed their gear.
His eyes clenched shut, he downed rotgut
And forced an awkward sneer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"This standard bears His watchful eye
Its wielder grasps His might.
He sees the way from paths astray -
Throughout each day and night.

You'll represent us on the field."
The man bowed on a knee.
Both hands to lift, he raised his gift
For everyone to see.

"The Grundesh Hammer shatters foes -
Such fury of our god!
Should you find grudge, become t

Shifting.BipolarIm lost in this crowd of people, feeling useless and all alone.
Nothing
To keep me happy. Just me left on my own.
I crash against the cliffs of misery, with no one but myself
to keep me company.
By now its just second nature.
Bipolar disease
taking over
losing control of the tide.
Everybody has each other, but me,
im just lost all together.
What's wrong with me
the sun itself has abandoned me.
the moon in the sky shines down with acceptance, taking me over,
embracing
A change to kill the pain inside.
fight back, all fangs and claws
take my own companion in blood
let it rain down in chaos&pleasure
sacrificfe the heart take

Writing 101 - A Crash Course1. Open Boldly.

A lot of the times, the opening sentence of a piece of writing sets the standard of the rest of it. The opening line needs to be what I outlined above – bold. It's your chance to hook the reader in, and any old sentence will not suffice. It has to grip me. It has to prove that its worth reading.

So, here's an example of how not to open.

"He stood above the city, watching the chaos below."

Never ever start with a simple he or she statement. You see how boring it is? On first impressions, it makes me thing the entire bit of prose will just be simple telling.

Let's try something better.

"Screams of chaos ech

Creatures of the night pt1Creatures of the night pt1
Cassandra looked at the silvery full moon. It hung high in the sky. A sharp pain shot through her. She doubled over and her mind raced back to what had happened earlier that day.
Cassandra stared at the calendar on her wall. Tonight on the 27th was a full moon. She had always loved the moon. She loved the light it gave off and the silvery glow in a cloudless sky. But this time she stared at the calendar in sheer terror. Not five minutes ago, her parents had seen her staring at it and broke the news to her. She was in a family of werewolves and her first transformation was tonight. She nearly crumbled after hearing

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WeaknessI hear your pulse you weak little thing
Running in fright from my razor sharp fangs
Crashing through the leaves I follow your trail
Your fear I can smell but your blood I will taste
My howl brings your heart to the brink of death
As my claws tear across your soft flesh
The adrenalin is sweet to my tongue I will not lie
Your bones snap like pretzels I enjoy your cries
You beg for death I will let you live
For on the next moons rise
You will think just as I
At that time their will be no mercy
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Black RoseWe all have a demon that's kept under check.
Others have a beast they hold deep inside.
Some can control it with just a small flick
Others grow as addicted as Jekyll and Hyde.
They become a beast fanged and clawed.
Dark sins portrayed in their flesh and blood.
They grow animalistic with Psyche flawed
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Creeping through the forest under the white moonlight
Watching from dark yellow eyes afire
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But once the pain fades and your beast grows
You'll fell like a newly bloomed dark black rose

Moons lightMoonlight
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Creeping crawling lighting
Radiant enchanting dashing
Starlight

Forced LoveThe moon causes my howl to pierce the night
As I hunt my next victim full of life
She falls to the ground crying out in fright
I deliver my curse in one swift bite

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The curse I gave her could be called a sin
I watch in awe as the change starts spreading

Grey fur begins to grow across her flesh
A tail pops from her spine as claws emerge
Her Muzzle and ears form our bodies mesh
I watch as she gets the preys fleeing urge

To my surprise she doesn't run and hide
She joins the pack filling my soul with pride

Transformation My eyes turn yellow as I watch the moon rise over the trees I fell the change begin in me
I fall to my knees as shimmers of pain arch through me in straight lines
I try to move my arms but they feel like lead
My skin begins to itch as gray hair covers all of it that I can see
I begin to yell as a tail grows out of my spine
My ears change shape and move to the top of my head

Claws begin to replace my nails as pads grow on my feet and hands
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Seventh Son

by ~Hostile-WereWolf, May 30, 2010, 7:35:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

A cry pierces the silent night
We hear and understand its plight
Rushing through the woods toward painful howls
The mothers answer it with worried growls
As we near the howling ends
Replaced by whimpers not of sadness but frightened
Reaching a field of wheat by a humans house
Lays a basket inside at first glance might be a mouse
But pulling away the small blanket
Reveals what seems to be wolf pup
Its yellow eyes gaze up at me
Filling my soul with pity
For this seventh son
Who looks so much like a beast?
But we know for ourselves
That he is not a monster at all
He's just a human in a wolves cloak
So cradling him in my arm
We leave his old family to the past
He is our kin now
For better or for worse he will hold the name
Werewolf