The wolf of awa'atlu

The wolf of awa'atlu

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Dracarys clan A different type of na'vi a clan that lives in the dark forests close to the devil's mountains they are said to have both black and white skin sharp canines that they use to break the bones of enemies and ears much larger and more pointed unlike most Na'vi their ears were on top of their head instead of on the side but the most distinctive trait they had were their tails they were larger than the Omatacyin clan and not flat at all and long almost the size of their body with quils all along it binding before the end coming together of the end to make a point they're able either spread them out in defense blessed by eywa as shapeshifters and great magic but this was a secret only the clan knew but not for long when the olo'eyktans daughter is in danger and must flee with her parents friends the sully's to far of islands and meets a certain fish boy Will he help her heal What will happen if the clan's secrets are revealed " I was always told by the elders that one day someone would free me of my pain and show me to love again I never believed them." " and now." " I can see clearly the path eywa set for me." " oel ngati kameie my little viper wolf." " Oel ngati kameie fish prince."
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(74,890 words) The wind rushed past me as my wings beat against the night sky. I noticed a copse of trees up ahead. I slowed to a stop, talons clutching a low-hanging branch. I looked beyond the trees and a pair of glowing golden eyes met my own. Wolf eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I took off. I dodged the trees in my path, but one branch snapped on my wing. My vision blurred, pain lacing through my wing. I continued to flap my wings, clinging desperately to the notion I would make it out alive. More than one wolf was chasing me, their paws a staccato on the ground. They would catch up. They would devour me. I tried to stay in the air, but the pain was unbearable. I fell to the ground, fluttering down like a dead leaf. I snapped my eyes open. Breathing heavily, I sat up. My room shifted in and out of focus as my eyes adjusted. When I was little, my father always told me that dreams were just my imagination, that people were never chased by wolves, and people certainly could never be birds. Vera Stone is a seventeen-year-old girl who lives in a small Louisiana town by the bayou. Small, boring, where nothing ever happens. Or so she and her friends think. One night the hidden darkness surrounding their town and their lives comes to the surface. Will Vera and her friends figure out the secrets hidden through their town's history before it's too late?

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