[x]

Seventh SonA 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

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

Running AwayShe found him rummaging around in their mother's purse. A casual smile drew up the corners of his lips as he stuffed a wad of cash into the pocket of his jeans, listening to her approach without bothering to look at her.

"Momma's gonna have a fit when she finds out."

"I won't be here when she does."

"Where will you be?"

"I don't know yet," he replied, still not making eye contact as he brushed past her on the way to the kitchen. "Someplace as far away from here as I can get."

"You can't leave us here! What about all those men momma brings home? Who's gonna keep an eye on 'em 'till she sobers up and throws 'em out?"

"Stay in your room an

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

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

IntroductionSometimes what you want for Christmas won't make you happy.

"Roy! So good to see you!" I beckoned my old friend inside and hung up his coat. "How are you?"

"All right," he replied, "but I still can't grow my own coat."

I laughed at the inside joke. Roy and I had more than one common interest, but our obsession was movie monsters. We pored over pre-code comics, and he envied the werewolves even though they always died horrible deaths.

"I see college hasn't changed you," I said with a smile.

"Unfortunately not," Roy sighed. "You know what? I don't want to be a werewolf. I just want to see one. To see one and meet one, and then I'd be happy

Moving OnDale's friends were worried about him. He was never around much any more, and he never had much to say when he was. He'd just ask if he'd told them about his new job, and then not tell them anything except he had a new job.

This wasn't in itself a bad thing. Dale and his friends spent their free time online, often pretending they were werewolves. They weren't lustful or violent. They just didn't have a lot to show for it after the fact, same as with video games.

Thing was, it was their only time together, or used to be. Once Dale got the new job, he started training and stopped… everything else. He stepped down as administrator from hi

The Gathering...

On a moonlit night in a village in France,
The Loup-Garous gather to dance!
The shy ones lean against the wall
As the bolder beasts leap and have a ball!
The Grand Wolf-Mother comes forth from her lair,
Her pack's fierce howls do split the air!
They run and they lope and they enter the town,
Breaking the doors of their victims down!
The screams are shrill but they don't last long;
Then all you can hear is the Loup-Garous' song--
"Blood and flesh and hard white bone,
We feast together, we feast alone!
OWWOOO! Mother Moon, smile down on us still
As we hunt and dance and leap and kill!"

Wolf BrothersHe had always known he was different from the other wolves. And therein lay the key of his difference: knowing. When he looked into the eyes of his packmates, they did not flicker with the candlelights of souls behind them. The same complicated emotions that he himself felt, he could not sense coming from his brethren. In a way, he envied them. They all seemed so blissful, so content, even in moments of strife. Just being different was enough to weigh heavily upon him, and the fact that he could comprehend worry when the others could not became in and of itself a vicious cycle. Was there something wrong with him? Why did existence itself have

To Dream Of The Hunt...

I went to bed hungry, and God! how I dreamed---
Running over hill and dale on four mighty paws,
Hungry and dreadful my voice as I bayed and howled!
A flock of sheep lay before me,
In a moonlit meadow of grass and sweet clover
And high-spraying blood that shone black on the ground
As I killed and killed and killed!
Glutted, I loped over the reeking red hill
And slunk into a darkling wood to slumber...
Retching, I woke with wool in my mouth
And a well-gnawed sheep's head for a pillow---
Merciful God, not again...

The Son Of The NightI'm nervous.
It's almost time.
I can feel my stomach rumbling,
But I've already scouted
No one nearby
A herd of elk
Only three miles North
I just ate dinner
Two hours ago
But I'm hungry
So hungry
As if I haven't eaten in a month
Which is very true
I haven't kept food down
Sickening food
Food for prey
I can hunt
Whenever I want to
But if I hunt too often
They will hunt me
Finally!
The moment is close
Clouds are banished
Just for a minute
But it's enough
I spark my power
My hunger is briefly forgotten
I throw my head back
And cry out softly
I don't want to startle the elk
I feel warmer
The hair grows quickly
I no

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

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

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 696 bytes more ▶

More from ~Hostile-WereWolf

Chosen part 3First Impressions

Sasha lead Damien to the pack again they gave Damien nodes of respect Shorty didn't seem to be around at the time "must be off healing as well" Damien thought Sasha lead him over to a pair of werewolves "Damien these are my parents" Sasha's parents walked up to him and started sniffing "I'm really going to need to get use to this" he thought when they stopped Damien returned the greeting The male had an orange scent the female head a blue scent this made Damien wonder why Gematria had a brown scent.

"So have you asked him to be your mate yet?" ,Sasha mother remarked suddenly

"Mother!!" Sasha yelled anger in he

Chosen part 2 The Beast Inside
They went deep into the forest. Even though it was pitch black Damien could see just fine. His night vision had already developed, his senses where already ten times their human limit and his shoulder had already finished healing and this was just in his human state. Their were fifteen members in Gematria's pack that he noticed besides himself three of them where smaller then the rest Damien thought they were pups. They were all watching him they knew what was happening to him they knew the power he felt growing inside. The one closest to him and Gematria actua

lovers bait Being kidnapped can be irritating especially when you have a date later the same night. Anyway my left calf was on fire because tranq darts don't numb at all they hurt like hell, especially when the jackasses leave it in. My mind was at war with my sense every sound, light, smell, feeling was indistinguishable. After what seemed like an eternity my head began to clear. Two voices assaulted my tender hearing. They slowly came into focus.

"The Sedative should were off soon" the voice was male but I couldn't match it with anyone I knew. It sounded far off as if it had traveled through fog.

Chosen Part 1Prologue
As Damien Langalor sat under a pine tree thinking about his life-how it was-how it could have been; now he was turning into the thing he had spent his whole life killing. From the time he could hold a gun in his young hands he had spent countless hours studying old texts and memorizing every word, spending his childhood in deep study instead of play. The only thing that was close to fun for him was honing his reflexes with any bladed weapon and becoming an expert marksman with all manner of pistols, rifles and shotguns. Now his favorite weapon, the 44 Magnum was his only friend; his only ally was just out of reach. It held only one

ArlingtionThe wind blows on a warm summer night
Chalk white tombstones lie in perfect rows
Voices drift over the moonlit ground
Tales of honor and courage fear and death
For on this hollowed ground lie warriors
Men and women dedicated to freedom
They answered an age old call
A call to country and duty
Some gave it all for that call
For their sacrifice they have become immortalized
Into an almost mythic patch of ground
Arlington

US Military a group of beastsThe US Navy is a formidable force.
They control the oceans like a nautical dragon.
Prowling underneath and blazing fire upon high they never show enemies remorse.
But to people in danger they always role out the welcome wagon.

This dragon unleashes a howling beast.
The US Marine Core barks devil dog as their victory cries.
They tear their way across enemy lines leaving a trail of enemy soldiers deceased.
Like a werewolf they hunger for blood which the enemy always supplies.

The werewolf opens an entrance for a calmer creature.
The US Army rushes with a lions roar pouncing on anything left before.
They are a preacher as well as an ar

View Gallery

Featured in Groups:

#WerewolvesAtHeart
dA's largest werewolf group

#Lycanthropics
Wolves and people unite

#Pen-and-Claw
Writing about werewolves

#WritersOfTheMoon

Details

Submitted: May 27, 2010
File Size: 696 bytes

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 27
Favourites: 16 [who?]
Views: 683 (0 today)
Downloads: 9 (0 today)

[x]

The Beast Within

by ~Hostile-WereWolf, May 27, 2010, 5:36:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

The 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

The Beast Withinby ~Hostile-WereWolf

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

Someone is very angry at humans.....I blame Dalton he knows what I'm talking about.

~liger0schnider Dec 12, 2011

I like this one!

~Hostile-WereWolf Dec 13, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks,

~AlinaWildlives Dec 9, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

yes humans are ignorant about alot of things, including us, i totally agree with u

~Hostile-WereWolf Dec 9, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Maybe in time they will open their eyes. Thanks for the

~AlinaWildlives Dec 10, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

so wut ru xactly

~Hostile-WereWolf Dec 10, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Well I kinda thought that was obvious but i guess not. I'm a werewolf you know the ones that stand on hind legs. Maybe you should check out my poem Transformation it should fill you in.
What are you? If you don't mind me asking.

~AlinaWildlives Dec 14, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

shapeshifter

~Hostile-WereWolf Dec 14, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Interesting, normal size wolf right?

~AlinaWildlives Dec 14, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

a little bigger but not much, i also turn into other things

~Hostile-WereWolf Dec 14, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I don't have that skill that would be nice. What else can you turn into?

(1 Reply)

More from ~Hostile-WereWolf

Featured in Groups:

Details

Statistics

The Beast Within

The Beast Withinby ~Hostile-WereWolf

The Journal Portal

Polls

What is your preferred drawing software?

deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]

Keep in Touch!

Deviousness

Add Media

Style