White Beast  :  The Awakening  (Draft)

White Beast : The Awakening (Draft)

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( For your information, this is not the same cliche werewolf crap that little children make, no there aren't even werewolves. That's exactly why this doesn't have the tag werewolves, but let's hope you already figured that out because you're smart like that.) A wolf wakes up in the middle of a dark snowy forest. He knows nothing of himself. His name, a mystery. His past a mystery. He's new almost as if in a different body than before. As he sets out on his journey to find himself and his past, even deeper, darker secrets are to be discovered. Some that he might not ever be ready for.
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The Werewolf is a game with life and death. Under the sun or under the moon, every breath and every heartbeat has become a fight for survival. For the Werewolf has begun. Every truth is now lie. Every word is now false. Every gesture is now wile. The companions of yesterday are the enemies of today. The past protectors are the present murderers. The bonds of the heart and of the blood have been broken. For the Werewolf has begun. Forget the past. The smiles that have shone and the tears that have fallen hold no meaning anymore. Destroy all hopes and dreams for the future. The promises of tomorrow have become empty words. Fear the present. For the Werewolf has begun. ――― Emily Pierce didn't awake to the chirps of the birds that morning, neither did she to voices in the streets nor voices in the house. She awoke to silence that day and all of the days to follow. Every inhabitant of the Village had become soulless, they had gone mute, blind and deaf for the time of the game. Everyone but thirty of them, the thirty players. In a game where Werewolves killed Villagers and Villagers killed Werewolves, Emily had to find her allies from her enemies amongst the people she had always known. On that fateful morning, Emily started playing a game with herself and her first love, her best friend, her best friend's brother, with the child she'd babysat and the old man and woman she'd cared for her entire life. And she didn't know if she would survive, if they would survive, and above all, if they would deserve to.

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