By Kristie Wilson.
My name is Kyda Ski and I was raised by a pack of werewolves. I was found when I was just a tiny thing, and other babies soon followed. The Others in the village, which are humans (though the ones raised by werewolf call 'em norms) called us changelings for we run as fast as the werechildren do.
I looked different than the others. more known for the Indian heritage. My skin was darker, warmer in tone, my healing abilities beyond the norm, hell, everything screamed halfbreed.
I had a temper, one that went in various volumes, depending on my mood. They say my eyes lie. they lure you in, big and doelike, innocent until you pissed me off. then my teeth would bare at them, eyes slanting, and turning to a reddish color, like cinnamon.
does that sound scary? I think I am reasonable when I want to be.
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(more will be added soon. bare in mind that this is an attempt to put out our beliefs and if you don't like it then go sob to someone else) if you are the first to comment then the story will be dedicated to you :)
