『 H E R 』
they called her destruction
There was something unique about the turn of werewolves. They became more human, threw themselves off balance. A patriarchal dominance akin to captive wolf behaviors took place within packs.
Courts were arranged. Positions were secured. Everything was organized to the taste of the high wolves. They pranced around in lace and florals, leaving all the bark and bite to their subjects.
But, never forget, dear, they never forgot their claws.
The reign of the last King and Queen has come to an end at their 70 years of age. Now, it is time for someone fresh as a flower...or as newly shaprened as a blade. The court has their game to play and so do our competitors. Who will win?
Who will die?
『 H E R 』
they pitied her destiny
Rosalin
[the demon flower]
Lorena
[a lovely bullet]
『 H E R 』
but she was honey
❝ if you forget me, think
of our gifts to aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared.
all the violet tiaras
braided rosebud,
dill and crocus
twined around your young neck. ❞
— i have not one word from her. | sappho
『 H E R 』
her lover's favorite flavor
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Werewolf"I have to win. I have no choice...but I would tear apart the world if it cost me you." "Nothing could take me from you, know that. I will be with you always..." • extended summary inside • • mature content • • all rights reserved to author •
