"What ya doing?"
That was more to himself than to anybody. He was trying to put his thoughts right. He was beginning to feel bad for the action he had taken. He was beginning to feel bad for the steps he had taken. He didn't need that at that moment, and he did know that. There were quite the numbers of things he could just do on his way to the pack. He could use sundry thoughts other than those which had been hurting him. He had no idea how to tuck them in. He was trying as much as possible to ignore. He couldn't help himself. He did want to help himself, but twas simply to no avail. He was trying as much as possible to replace the taunting thoughts with a new and raw and fresh one. He needed a thought which would suit his worry and make him feel very safe and strong. He needed quite the numbers of emotions to feel. But he couldn't help it. He was beginning to regret the fact that he left the
. "I'll tell you just few things." He walked about the pack. He was all-smile. He had no idea what pain had the best of the mates. He didn't care what they swimming through. He had no idea what route they were plying. He didn't care. Didn't make any difference to him. He could use different types of feelings and motives. He had had his chance and was doing the worst he could to achieve whatever aim he did have in mind. He didn't care what others did think about it. It didn't really matter to him. That was of no consequence to him. Twasnt something which did keep him worried. He had been dealing with several mates and he was sure at that moment how to go about dealing with them. He needed no extra periods or training to learn how to do that. He could do several other things for them. He could do those even without their consents. He didn't mind. He couldn't call himself evil. He felt like he was the
"Arrrgggghhhhhh" He screamed. Twas kinda like a shriek that almost ripped off the robes of the forest. He felt violated and annihilated. He felt fooled and played. He was trying his best to be sane enough to ignore the odds of the things that are happening. He was trying to forget what he had seen. He couldn't help it. The more he tried, the lesser he seemed to control. The more he tried to be strong, the weaker he was. He had no time for games, but the pains wouldn't bid adiue to him. He had no idea what to do. He had no idea what would happen. He was hoping that he would forget it. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to be taunted by the feeling all his life. He was hoping that things would toss new ideas at him. He was hoping that the forest would whisper a solid fact to him and his sanity would be fleshened. He was wrong. He was wronged. He was a fool. He had been fooled. Even the pattering mad
Few Days Later... "What did they feel like?" "I won't speak ill of them much you know. They are very powerful. Super powerful, I tell you. I fought with all my strengths and flung them away many times. It is a great feeling having your foe subdued under you. But I actually needed a super power and I was given that power by some special persons." "Can I get the power too?" "Keep quite, Leng. What do you know about power?" "Don't shut her. She probably might be the person who would champion my course. Power is not gender bias. You have no idea if she would be an Alpha. First female Alpha." "Treas
"Zeus!" He heard his name. He was standing on the earth and on the sea. One of his legs was on the earth and the other in the sea. He knew that the call he had heard would have an effect soonest. He was waiting for it. The call of his name meant that he who he was awaiting was right in the corner. He could smell that. He could sense. He wasn't waiting for it. He knew that he wouldn't have to wait forever. He knew that he wouldn't be stayed. Who dared to stay him? He was yet to see that kinda person. He was yet to know that kinda person. He was yet to meet that kinda person. Person? That should be a litotes. He hadn't seen that kinda god. He was matter-of-factly the father of all gods. He knew what he had done and would do and could do. He wanted the urgency to send a shrill through his spines and connect with the torn torrents puked by the waves of the sea he was having his left leg in. He had learnt his
Zeus was famished after the long war with Poseidon; Athena was already betrothed to Poseidon, and he (Zeus) wouldn't rather his daughter be given to his worst enemy. He returned after marring Poseidon and leaving scars on Athena and demanded for Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus to bring him a meal. Lycaon went to reflect on the instructions tossed. Then he returned with halves of meats in a bowl made from the skins of Cheetah. Served the meal to Zeus. He ate the meal and began to feel very funny within himself. He heard a crooning in the depth of his consciousness only for him to discover that he had eaten the remains of a sacrificed boy. Ah! He was vexed. Burnished in rage, he summoned in a whistle, the family of Pelasgus and spelled a doom on them: they were all changed into wolves.Upon that, they were sent away from
Welcome to the WereWolf's community;✓ Alpha - The leader of the pack✓Beta - Second in command to the Alpha✓ Delta - A Beta in embryo. Such is training to be a Beta.✓ Salutary - The doctor amongst the wolf. The herbal wolf.✓ Sentinel - The security of the pack.✓ Elder - The sage amongst the wolves. He has better experience about the pack.✓ Hunter - Skilled hunters amongst the wolves in the pack.✓ Scouts - They are like mouthpieces. They warn the pack about the dangerous societies beyond their territory.✓ Guardians - A caring wolf. Such shows care for the weakened mates.✓ Omegas and Pups - Omegas are second to the lowest wolves. They are usually young wolves with less experience. Pups are young to too but are with social freedom.Rogues: These are rebellious wolves. They either have be
"I'm quite sure you're a stray, cos by any chance I've never met anyone like you." He watched the wolf flexed his limbs nigh as he poised his guts for some haughty strike. He began to browse his consciousness for the right word to say.He knew that he couldn't dilly-dally for long else he would be caught off guard. He didn't want that to happen. No one would matter-of-factly.He could read pride seeped in the visage of the wolf. He never knew that there were real wolves in that jungle. They were Werewolves. There was quite the difference. Yet he couldn't fathom how easily twas for the so called real wolf to discern him. Damn! Earth didn't turn out to be what he had envisaged. He knew he had no time to savor thoughts and make confetti of them. He could really use actions. T
"What are you doing here?" He wasn't sure if that was the right question to ask. He couldn't think straightly. What he was seeing couldn't complement his thoughts. He could see her taunting tits screaming at the top of their voices to get noticed by some passersby. He knew he would be that passerby. There was no other person there. And for the first time in the long while he was confused. What he had seen was beyond what he had expected. That wouldn't be the first time he would be seeing her. He even had seen her before he had left the pack for a walk. He was sure that he hadn't taken quite the much time before she had come looking for him. He wasn't complaining. Twas obvious that she did love him and wouldn't want anything odd to befall him.