"Where do you come from, little wolf?"
"I come from a place without name. A home without life, a land without soul. I come from a time that no one will remember. I come from a life long forgotten."
. . .
Green-clad horsemen raked the land of supernaturals. Their magic is fading. And with it, the ice.
"Oh, it'll be alright. You remember the elf, what was it... Blythe? Gone without a trace! And we barely said goodbye. . ."
"Dear, I, I just don't want-"
"Don't want the poor to get help, is it? I didn't think so, love. Be careful not to drag her too roughly. There's a baby on the way."
Relena's "eternal curse" has faded. A dear old couple took her and her pup in, promising to take care of them so long as their place in the village wasn't compromised. As per their agreement, the tiny family now travels in search of a home.
Supernaturals have faded to mythos and memory, so what place could a werewolf pup call home?
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Origins One-shots
FanfictionSmall descriptive pieces based off the Origins roleplays! Poetry, prose, song-snippets, and narrative whump included! I'm taking requests! TW: gore
