Lupus' Lore

Lupus' Lore

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Paranormal
The story is about a seventeen year old girl named Lupa Wolf, and her journey to be a part of a pack during her last year of high school. Will she end up leaving the pack once in one, or will the pack end up leaving her and if so, will she join a new pack? One she ccould trust with her life? And find her true mate and live happy? Find out how her life unfolds in this story. ~Extra Story Info~ The story takes place Canada, and in some parts, Yukon. Outskirts of the Yukon. The school Lupa goes to, Brivet Wind High, is a made up school. It is a school for full-blooded werewolves and half-werewolves. Most other packs have came from several differet schools like Brivet Wind, or like Lupa's hometown county, Brivet. The reason the school is named Brivet Wind, is because another county named Wind, sits on the border between the two counties. Brivet Wind High School is for werwolves only, which is why it's secretive, and secure in a heavily wooded forest over the Yukon border. Also, certain marks or birthmarks on a visible part of a werewolf, human form, signifies that a, they are in a pack, and b, what their role is. Wolf heads represent Alpha Males or Females, Paws resemble Elders, Half of a wolf head resembles Betas, Eyes resemble Deltas, Jaws or teeth resemble the Lead Warriors, the hide of a rabbit or rabbit head resembles the Hunters, herbs or leaves resembles the Healers, and a sleeping wolf resmbles the Omegas. The origin of these werewolves are from the legends of the Lupus tribe(again, made up), about a young man named Enyeto Lupus who was cursed with lycanthrope by Lupus' ledgends, after slaughtering countless wolves, hence Lupus' Lore. The curse is called The Curse Of Lycanthrope, which took ove the Lupus Tribe, and led to the characters. These wereolves have true large wolf forms, two times larger than the dire wolf, and they can epxose eccessive amounts of fur on a body part, as well as their ears and tails, which match their hair color.
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Most impressive rank: 1 - Fairytale *** Casey is all alone in the werewolf world, the only family she has left is her crazy dad. her mum died of cancer, causing her dad to go crazy and start beating Casey. What's worse is that she can't get away from the violence because when she goes to school they do the same. *** I close my eyes so I could listen and smell everything in case this was the last time I would ever be in this beautiful forest. I chase away any bad or worried thoughts because this place seemed so sacred it did not allow them. I breath in and catch the sweet scent of lavender flowers that speckled the ground in little clumps and the dry smell of dirt that hadn't been rained on in a couple of day. I listen to the steady titters of birds as they fly from tree to tree, collecting little twigs and leaves to build their nests with. I listen to the buzz of the bees greedily feasting on the flowers that scattered around the dry forest floor. I open my eyes to take in the scenery, rays of sunlight filter through the green canopy, penetrating through the leaves and casting a green-yellow effulgence over the ground that wavers as the trees rustle in the light whispers of wind. The crunching of dry leaves under my feet alert me so I cast my eyes to the floor and watch as I step on each individual leaf and dry twig, enjoying the snapping sounds that echo through the near silent forest. Gnarly roots dip into ground and twisted branches reach down, fingers grasping the air, as if reaching for me and I shiver, thinking of my father. I cast my eyes up to think of something else and instantly calm as another puff of breeze rustles the leaves on the trees and ground gently. I look ahead and notice the steady thinning of the old trees and run towards it, loving the feeling of the air in my air and clothes. I spot what I think is light dancing on waters surface and sprint for it. Then I break through the trees, making it to the lake.

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