As I lope through the gate, my fur catches the last faint hints of sunlight. Smelling a tasty scent on the air, my eyes go primal. I slowly launch myself into the air, and as if in slow motion attack the hare. Going through the Heart Gate, I pause for a moment to look a the cross swords, then continue on my way. I speed home, and am greeted by hungry looks from my pack. I toss them the meat and they tear it apart within seconds. I watch longingly until there's nothing left but bones. I tiredly limp off to bed, and quickly fall into the land of dreams.
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XD sooo short, sorry...
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A Mythical Tale|Cammeron's Backstory[Hiatus]
FantasyA werewolf born and raised in captivity. What would Mother Nature think?