It took a while, but eventually I finally stopped to rest. There was a small town up ahead, though I wasn't sure what it was called. There was an inn that I would stay in for the next couple days, but then I promised myself I'd leave again.
Once I got to the inn, named Vardiya Inn (shifter in turkish) I knew there was something weird about it. There were smells here I never smelt before, not that of a human, but of animals. Something told me they weren't regular animals though. As I neared the desk the man behind it looked at me strange.
I smiled politely, "may I have a room?" He stared for another minute or so before answering. "You can, for 15 dollars." I was shocked. That was the cheapest room I'd ever rented! I handed over the money and he grinned, sharp teeth poking out the side of his mouth. "Welcome to the one and only were-inn!" If I was shocked before I was definitely shocked now. He knew what I was? "You can remove your beanie now, sweetie, I know what you are." I slowly and carefully removed the beanie and his grin got wider before he pulled off his own hat, ears of his own appearing. "Here's your key. Second floor, third room." I smiled and said a quick thanks, running upstairs and straight for my room.
Unfortunately maybe I shouldn't been looking where I was going as I ran into a wall. I yelped as I fell backwards onto my bum, my tail uncurling from around my waist to stretch off the pain. I looked up, only to see two bright, golden eyes looking at me worriedly. "I'm so sorry, miss. I shouldn't been looking where I was going and-" I cut him off, feeling stupid for thinking he was a wall. "No no, it's my fault. I guess I was so exited to get to my room I wasn't looking." He smiled, holding out a hand. "Truce?" I laughed. "Truce." I went to shake his hand. "My name is Josh, what's yours?" I grinned. "Ayala. Nice to meet you."I know it's short I'm sorry I have no excuse I'm just dumb
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How the World Works
LobisomemI think it truly is funny how people always say "you don't love something until it's gone." That really wasn't the case for me. How could you love something or someone after they left you behind? No, I don't love him, even after he left. But maybe I...