Ash Grandholt, not exactly friendly. That part is understandable though, her entire town made fun of her, spat on her, shunned and laughed at her. What isn't understandable is how she is standing face to face with me right now... she has to be at least over 1000 years old by now right? but she looks about 18.
I'm Kira, a huge History fan. At the same time stories can be made up after all the years some things have happened. i like facts, proof that someone has existed and if what they are known in history for is actually real. I love the story of the Demon that was raised in a human village, as she grew older her eyes got brighter classed as glowing and her town would make fun of her ignore her and eventually all their words and actions got to the demon. The next day a Knight from a city not too far from the town saw smoke and a hill of dead bodies, bodies of the villagers. it is said that the demon was sat eating from the corpses her eyes glowing a smug look plastered on her face horns from her head, tail, fangs, claws, wings. This so called demon? was named Ash, Ash Grandholt. I never believed the stories though, stories are just that... no fact about them.
( The Tale Of a Werefox )
He looked surprised and confused. "Wh-Who are you?" He stuttered, back in normal animal language that the wolves could understand. He seemed to only have just reacted to how close he had just been to death. I could have finished him off right then.
But he is my brother and killing him wasn't the right thing to do. Although I hate him for leaving our mother, Zeal and I, and most of all, ignoring me when I needed him the most. But I just couldn't do it. He slowly raised himself from the ground and looked at me. His face showed an emotion that I can barely make out. His face seemed to be showing sympathy, understanding and wrath at the same time.
And yet he couldn't figure out who I was.
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After a war began between werewolves and werefoxes. The werefox, in the werewolves eyes became extinct.
At least, that's what they believed.
This is the story of a rare werefox.
No she is not a normal girl. Nor, a normal fox. And this is no normal story.
Astra, a werefox who is believed by all werewolves and rogues to be extinct, is forced out of her home and family. She is thrown out into the snow to fend for herself.
What will happen when she saves the daughter of an alpha from rogues and is about to meet her fate?
Or will she?
*COMPLETED*