Running through the woods on a dark a stormy night.
The clouds try and nearly succeed to cover the full moon.
A chilling sound breaks through the almost silent night.
A howl follows close behind me.
I run faster than I thought possible.
It is not enough for I hear it coming closer.
I am running out of breath and losing strength fast.
I stop to catch my breath and to face the creature alone.
The creature comes charging at me until I put my hand up.
The creature shoves its nose into my stomach and then runs off into the night as I fall to the ground.
I get off the ground laughing and yell to the wind.
Tag I’m it and now I’m coming to get you.
The changes come as I begin running.
A howl breaks through the almost silent night.
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They hunt in the night
They hide in the shadows
There the life of the forest
They tare through there human form
The moon is there lover
There fur is soft
There bite is painful
They walk among the night
They will have you as a mate
There bone's crack and reform
They become a wolf
They hunt as a pack
They will get you
When you least expect
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This is not an update my hands get itching so here it goes I made a poem, anyways thanks a lot Cloudstars for supporting, love you all and keep safe always. ♥ skailhuv
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Mistress of the Werewolf
WerewolfIt is in part a true tale, this story of the urban werewolf and his unhappy victim, though this werewolf himself might object to my version of the truth of it. For this werewolf has no idea that he is one. p.s it's written in English
