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Tainted Snow"So what's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"Hunting. What is it about it that you like so much?"

I remember looking at him curiously. "You. Charlie, the guy who has had a problem with my hobby since day one, want to know about hunting?"

He blushed with embarrassment. Upon reflection, I probably shouldn't have reacted so sarcastically then.

"Well, I mean," he stumbled, trying to regain his composure. "It always struck me as wrong, you know? A sport made to gun down animals, I mean, it sounds sick, but... You've been doing it for a while now, Andy, and I know you. You're not really the guy who kills for the pleasure of it. So, I've been doin

Dear Moon... I wonder if the moon feels lonely… if it looks around at the vast space, seeing other beings that are not like its self and craves the company of another… Perhaps that's why wolves and werewolves howl to it. To show the moon that we are here and we care for it.
Well… it's just us now, dear Moon. My kind has been slaughtered far too long and we have finally been driven to the edge of extinction. I may be the last of the werewolves, but I'm not sure. All I know is that my pack is gone.
The humans came and drove us out of the forest where we had resided for generations. That wasn't enough, though. They had to kill e

Howls of the WolvesBeast that dwells inside me
Held within the shell of man
Screams of the human
Change to the howl of the beast

Fingers changing into claws
Fangs descending, they can already taste the kill
Flesh to fur
Jaws send out a howl of the beast

Moonlight breaks the night
You are my moonlight
As we run free through the dark forest
Howling like the beast we are.

Werewolves Don't CryAfter I
Became this
Carnivorous creature,
Destructive dog,
Eater of men, I
Fought with the feelings I had for you.

Growing
Hunger becomes too powerful to
Ignore, and I
Just can’t hold it in any longer.

Killing you was never part of the plan, my
Love.

My mutilated mind did
Not register these thoughts any longer.
Only the taste of blood and meat and filth held its
Putrid attention.

Quickly changing back I
Rolled over gasping at the pain in my leg, but was not
Surprised to see that bullet wound or the gun held in your lifeless hand.

Tonight you knew, somehow, and turned to that
Universal cure, the metal of the moon.

V

WerewolfWerewolf
By Ariel Bujans

My skin crawls
As the moon begins to fill,
My desires,
Become harder to satisfy
As the day fades
And night falls.
My screams of pain,
Fills the night.
My bones brake,
My limbs extend,
My blood lust intenseness,
My heart races,
My scream,
Becomes a howl.
Finally it is done,
The transformation,
Is complete.
I once looked human
But that was just my mask,
This is who I really am.
I am the one,
Who goes bump in the night,
The one who hides in the shadows,
The one who is
a werewolf.

I Have FallenHowling we flee
Looking back to see
Our evil enemy
Live after our killing spree

Faster we run
As he shoots his gun
One falls in stun
Silver is a thing to shun

More to the front
It seems over is our hunt
He comes to affront
He has come to trump

He hands to me a sword
To me, my people's Lord
Circled around is his horde
And so the enemies roared

I slash at him
He seems here to swim
I swing and face him grim
He swings and I am trimmed

I gasp and fall
I glare at him and leap to maul
I land upon him and we sprawl
In his skin I drawl

The werewolves howl
The humans scowl
I growl
He yowls

I leap back
He climbs up and whack

A werewolf named pumpkinI ran through the forest nose to the wind wet and cold from the kiss of the wind. I leapt through the brush not a leaf stirring at my passage. Only the trees sentries of the forest witnessed my passage. My paws splashed through a creek and I finnally came to a hedge. I crouched in the moonlight and looked up to the sky. I sighed smiled upon sighting the twinkling stars above me. The night was peaceful the cool wind ruffling my white fur. I almost howled with joy but I was getting close to the farmstead, to the people. I rose to my feet and lashed the air with my tail. Turning around I gazed back into the forest through I was certain I was not

Devoid The wilderness itself mocks me.

I can stand at the top of the world and howl for eternity, but I'll never get a response. Only the rocky peaks of my prison echo my heartfelt call.

Sometimes, when the wind whistles between these rocky peaks I wake in a start; the sound it creates mimics a response to my own call. What I'd give for it to be real...

And when the ravens circle above my kills, calling down to me they mock my misery.

"Kark!" They cry. And as they swoop down to feast while I still eat, I can see it in their dark beady little eyes.

"Where's your pack?"

I'm o

What Do You WantThe tall man in the blue button business shirt and dark trousers threw the paper wrapped bundle into the car, straight onto the lap of his passenger.
"Hey! Watch it, you'll grease up the dossier!" the olive skinned muscular man complained. "Why did you buy it from there anyway, they never change the chip oil enough."
He climbed into the front seat of the dark blue sedan with a grunt.
"Do all you Kiwis whinge so much?"
Detective Constable Joseph Karauria placed the bundle on the centre console and closed up the dossier before shoving it onto the dashboard.
"You are such a dick."
"That's Detect

MonkeymanA cool breeze stirred the night air, bringing the ripe scents rising from the Delhi Drain. The creek was little more than an open sewer, a collecting spot for runoff water and human waste. In the heat of day cattle lay in it to cool themselves, lending their own unique odor to the pungent cocktail. The smell was sharp enough distract any newcomer unaccustomed to the crowded conditions of city life, but residents learned to tune it out like so much olfactory background noise.

Arriving fresh from the USA armed with nothing more than youthful eagerness and what he had learned about India on television, David had been horrified by the stink. It

Werewolf Movie NightWell, Mckayla thought to herself as she swept up popcorn, that was a resounding success. If she were to give credit where credit was due the it was really her husband George's idea. The execution, however, had been all her. Strangely enough, picking the movies had been the easy part. Making sure the right people knew that this movie night was happening and making sure they, and only they, came had been much harder, lucky for her hubby was willing to spread the news. And while generally the idea of closing her second-run theater for the whole day made her cringe it had been more than worth it, she'd turned a higher profit than she did most day

Lone Wolf

The Lone Wolf by mt1608

"A Lone Wolf," stated Mr Weatherman darkly, "is either a survivor, or a brute. Or in some cases both of them, and badly in need of extermination." He adjusted his freshly pressed brown suit as his tongue passed over the last word, without so much as a blink or frown of discomfort at the ramifications of his statement.

"Sir," ventured Silov, hard pressed to match his brisk pace, "Is that not a little, um, extreme? Given that we have not... even..."

The smaller man in the tweed jacket and his shaky speech shriveled up before the withering gaze of the larger man in the power-suit.
"That," muttered Weatherman in a tone

Loneliness Loneliness: One does not always have to be alone to feel lonely.

Dear diary – journal thing – whatever it is that you are. My therapist suggested I start 'recording my feelings' or some such drivel, in order to 'properly organize my thoughts' and in so doing 'get to the root of the problem'. Hah, if only she knew! I hate her, though. She's always telling me it's all in my head, you know? Like I'm making a big deal out of nothing – granted, she has no idea and nor will she ever – but isn't it her job to, well, help me? Instead I feel like she's ridiculing me about a problem she cannot even begin to fathom. Can you im

Summer Solstice Chapter 1I pulled into my driveway and locked the car doors, I walked up the path and onto the porch when suddenly, a pain in my bowels stabbed right through me. I doubled over and retched, leaving the remnants of my dinner on the concrete, I stumbled off the porch and across the yard to the woods where I collapsed on all fours. My bones were on fire, moving, shifting, muscles growing at an accelerated rate, my skin becoming tougher, but somehow still soft, no, that was the silky coat that was growing in, I arched my back, on all fours, I opened my mouth, the last of my dinner spewing across the yard. I growled, not like a person growling, like an ani

Watching the Forest BurnWhen you've been around this long it's hard to tell where you end and the land begins. The water in the river is the blood in your veins. The trees are the hairs on your back. When they kill the land they kill a part of you as well. What good are you then, a walking corpse of a thing that doesn't fit in the grand scheme of their world?

I am the oldest being left to roam these parts. The one I killed- the one who bit me, he was the oldest before me. Strangely tranquil moment, that, waiting for the silver to do its work. He told me how it was and I listened. No regrets for either of us. He was so tired his mind welcomed the bullet even as his

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Old Friend

by ~livingdeadpics, Oct 15, 2010, 5:03:14 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Old friend

Dream a dream every now and then
As crazy as they seem they always make sense
To me.

And though I know it foolish
They feel like part of my life
A human living double time
In the dream skin of a wolf.

Snow crushed silently
Under thick white paws
Mine as it so happens.

Always alone now
Running a perimeter that no longer has a leader
There used to be others
Falling into step all around me
But most of the pack is dead and gone now.

Suddenly a branch snaps
My ruff shakes as I turn toward the sound
Finding myself face to face with a blonde wolf.

I go in for the kill
This is pack land
Pack or no pack.

Jaws snap furiously
The intruder ducking and weaving
Pushing hard against my chest
Jaws snapping at nothing but air.

I scrabble
I kick
I bite
I stop.

For this is truly no intruder
This is someone of days gone by
This is my friend thought dead and gone
Return to her family.

The biting and bloodshed
Turns to play and tears
A white wolf
A blonde wolf
A pack that never again will be
Two lost puzzle pieces that fit together
Pack or no pack.