Beawarrior Stories

This poem is me voicing about the concerns and complaints I have heard from women in my life. Finally opening my mouth to plead and bring awareness to the issue. May we as men protect, respect and love the women in the world the way they deserve to be loved and the way God intended.

*Tuts* you trolls.

When you enter Uktena rogue pack you enter a internal unbroken bond with us. We share your outcast pain. The feeling of not belonging were you are. The feeling that the only way out is to flee or........ Deth. We are a pack of misfits that were shuned from our original pack. A pack of stricked, uptight, downlooking wolves. That wouldn't take the time to understand us and accept us. We refuse to put up with it and left. A bunch of rogues became a actual pack. Even though we aren't a "official" pack, because the lead elder wolf council refuses to make us, we are well known of. Some other wolves see us as "dangerous", "creepy weirdos", "useless" and "weak". Some see us as "cool", "understandable", "awesome" and my favorite "best pack" We don't care what they think we just want to live as we do. No judgement, shunners, and pain. Only love,acceptance, and life. I am Kya Storm the Luna of the Uktena rogue pack.