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Haha. As a human I can agree that out cities are waste ridden.
She could go to the east dominated by the druids and witches who lived in the forest; or live among the fairies and elves who flourished in the west in their beautiful palaces and large expanse of lush gardens; or she could go to the west where the humans lived in their waste ridden cities. However, she could never go to the south which was dominated by the vampires and were sworn enemies of the werewolves.
The Tale Of The Blue Wolf
Fantasy · Inkbank
So he's evil.
"The moon goddess has been generous," it was Vallus who spoke; the Beta's only son and thus heir and right hand man of Artemis. He was a tall man with a slight limp he'd gotten when he was much younger during a play fight with Artemis. Nonetheless he was light on his feet and his mild disability betrayed his agility. He has a slender build and could almost be mistake for a woman. His calm face and deep brown eyes made him appear trust worthy and many a werewomen had fallen prey to his innocent face. There was therefore nothing in his features to suggest the snake he really was.
The Tale Of The Blue Wolf
Fantasy · Inkbank
I wonder what plans she has.
"It's not too late for me to go back," Velma smiled for she had plans of her own.
The Tale Of The Blue Wolf
Fantasy · Inkbank
I love the way you began. Your usage of words is beautiful to read.
The moon cast a dim red glow over the surface of Aysun. Daylight still stole the evening as dusk had just begun its ascent into the sky. The older werewolves took on their animal physique and howled excitedly as they went about preparing for the blood moon festival. Excitement clouded the air; there was still much to do and much to be enjoyed. It was a festival like no other and this one was especially special. Usually, the blood moon could be sighted only once in two years but this year the moon goddess was blessing them with two festivals within a month or so Maha their priestess had prophesied. The younger ones ran about half-naked, taunting and jesting amongst themselves. Velma watched them with reserved jealousy. If only she could return to her childhood when she was unburdened with the pressure of wolfing out and finding a mate.
The Tale Of The Blue Wolf
Fantasy · Inkbank
I just started reading but I'm already intrigued. I love how you explained her cultural background and I am really looking forward to reading more.
Wolf Girl and the Children of the Moon
Fantasy · Theresa_Oliver