Dizzy's mythical journal

Dizzy's mythical journal

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My journal for my experiences, thoughts and other things relating to my mythical journey. Displaced wolf shifter, and subliminal maker ^_^
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Joy Penner is the owner of Ravens Books. A lonely shop owner with sandy hair and odd eyes. She has witch blood in her, from her mom's side of the family. She is attacked by 4 young thugs, who are different types of furries. She comes to find she now carries all four strains. Infecting her dad and siblings.To be a furry is so intense, not only does her senses grow. Her appetite for flesh gets a boost in ways she never dreamed of. She gets a major power boost and needs to come to terms with her new self. To control her new powers and learn to live as a furry. She comes to find out there's more to being a furry than meets the eyes. The people she meets on this new adventure are drawn to her as much as she is to them. She gains more power with each new strain. And with the witch's blood, the ability to heal others and communicate telepathically. She's learning as she goes and figures out a way to help stop her sister's shift and save her sister's unborn child. Furries are so beautiful and come with some yummy energy. She just wants to eat them up. ~*~ The alley that takes me to my car smells disgusting like something had died in it, it was dark, a dim light here and there with noises that sounded like a raccoon was in a garbage can. A fat rat scurried across my path, damn thing scared the sh*t out of me. My heart pounding I looked down watching for the rat as I left the alley and not paying attention to my surroundings. I walked straight into someone. Mumbling my apologies while I step to the left of him. He stepped with me. Excusing myself I tried to move to the right of him, he followed me again. As I looked up I realized he wasn't alone. There were three more guys in a small circle surrounding me. What the hell just kids, ages 14 to 18.

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