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awkwardosthe3rd · 1 year
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Have a woofer
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ghost-cwunch-artz · 8 days
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So.... I made a mantis lady. All I gotta say is I'd let her eat my head (both of them) i mean what Deetz:
I gave her single toothed geta because of how many times ive seen them portrayed in asian media on fighters, also because they require great balance to be able to run/stand in and I imagine her as being a very agile character. I tried to keep her face away from ''classic pretty cartoon female even tho shes supposed to be half animal'' but still tried to give it a feminine flair, hence changing her jaw structure and making it more bug like but giving her a bit of an eyelash. I also kept her face covered in skin, not exoskeleton, because I wanted her to be able to express emotions (i like making my characters very expressive) :3 I didn't give her a top because she doesn't have human genitals/breasts because I wanted to make her look a bit more alien like. My hc for her is that she just liked the flowyness of the beautiful fabric she saw other people wear as a loincloth and decided to try it out too. She ended up liking it. Anyway thats it! Ask me anything love you pookies bai!
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classyfruit · 2 years
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[INKTOBER '22 - DAY 21 - Bad Dog] "Anyone who owns a dog knows how difficult it is to take away what they have snatched. And in the case of this specimen, there's also cleverness and a determination to be the best robber in town."
You just KNOW she usually wears a leather jacket and would call you "little pup" affectionately. 😏
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yoursghouly · 7 months
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maybe she’s born with it
maybe it’s rabies-induced lycanthropy
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Wolfy dokken 🐺✨️
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auryn-l-moony · 2 years
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Warning! Werewolves...
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filipmagnuswrites · 10 months
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Short Story Reader #11 - Over Moonlit Clouds by Coda Audeguy-Pegon
I love short stories. I rarely find the time to read short stories. This daily series of blog posts is my attempt to read and examine at least one piece of shorter fiction per day. This is the first piece of original fiction in Apex Magazine $136. I’ve never seen lycanthropy treated this way – as a genetic condition, and a source of most bitter prejudice in a way much more banal, and more human…
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williamtrasheater · 2 years
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So I wrote this thing, feel free to read it :-))
Its basically a fic about my oc Faolan and greyback meeting
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jsab-reblogs · 1 year
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What if
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Ship :]
Og pics below
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comediakaidanovsky · 9 months
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hey remember how X-character hunts Y-character through the woods was like an actual trope for teen wolf and hannibal and other fandoms back in the day? you definitely could apply that to cmjf
punk hunts max through the woods
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prany · 1 year
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i’m gonna actually....start making stuff again and i hope just at some point i can. post some writing. bcs i have so many ideas. but brain no working.......... :(
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pollitech · 2 years
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alright that’s it for now
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lazyneonrabbitt · 6 months
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Dad's best friend!Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader | SMUT 🔞 [Pt.2]
Your father shares information about his best friend to show support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected.
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You and Daryl met via your father, Rick Grimes.
Him and Daryl had been best friends for so long they considered themselves brothers.
Although there was one major thing you had more in common with his best friend than with your father.
Monsters.
Werewolves to be exact.
Rick knew how crazy obsessed you were with those old day horror movies and their leading monsters so when he learned about Daryl’s more ..feral side he had asked if it was okay if you knew as well, to which he agreed.
When your dad told you his friend Daryl had something to show you you had zero clue of that it could be. All he cared for was hunting, leather jackets and motorcycles.
What you didn’t expect was to be met with a set of glowing blue eyes above exposed fangs and a clawed hand reaching out to hand you some books on lycantrophy.
Eyes wide you stared at the man on your couch and words seemed to fail you no matter how deep you dug through your mind. So you and your now soaked panties spun and ran up to your room.
“I think she meant to say thanks, Daryl.”
After that, whenever he visited you’d make sure to hang around and just talk to him. You wanted to learn everything about him and his species now that you knew they were real.
Daryl would sometimes bring you new books. The dust covers hiding the true, dirty covers of books on breeding, or biological books for ‘studying’ that did go in full depth when it came to anatomy.
Of course those books weren’t the only thing shared between the two of you. He could smell how turned on you got around him, that’s why you got the dirtier books in the first place.
When Rick got called about an emergency at work he rushed out, ordering you to take care of Daryl, who respectfully left after he had finished his drink. But not without sharing his phone number and later that evening his newly acquired snapchat. You shared a good amount of filthy thoughts over the app and his visits got more and more difficult for you both to sit through. You, thinking of wrapping your lips around his delicious looking cock as he howled out in pleasure while he came down your throat. But also him being able to sense your internal struggle and soaked panties. It was like you were silently begging him to bend you over the coffee table right then and there.
A couple months into your secret texting you had been reading one of the books Daryl had gifted you. The one on breeding, specifically. It went into great detail of certain mating rituals, what certain full moons did for reproduction on both male and female weres, but hidden further into the pages was this chapter on cross-breeding. The chapters included graphics of human females during the stages of pregnancies carrying either a single pup or multiples.
You had your reading nook prepared with a full phone battery, a small bottle of lube and the largest, knotted toy you kept hidden deep in your cabinets.
The whole book turned you on so much that even the informative graphics were enough to get you so slicked up you didn’t even need the lube as you slid the toy inside of you.
Grabbing your phone you opened snapchat and started a recording.
The book was the first thing in view, your fingers grazing over the image of a human female, her belly showed the internal view of her womb full of multiple pups, with next to it an outside look of her torso displaying a large round belly with multiple canine like teats. After letting the details show you swapped to your selfie cam, giving the camera a soft moan and bit your lip before moving the camera down to where you were pumping the thick, knotted toy in and out of your soaked pussy. You added a quick ‘wanna be like her..’ and sent it over to Daryl and laid your phone to the side, now giving all your attention to yourself and finishing what you started. As you worked yourself to release your phone dinged and a quick glance showed Daryl’s snapchat icon popping up. While one hand kept moving the toy, the other opened the snap and watched him jerk himself off with a clawed hand as bright blue eyes stared right at the camera. His shirt was pulled up between his bared fangs as he growled out loud and finished all over his hand and stomach. He came more than any guy in porn vids you’d seen and the caption read ‘allathat’s gonna be inside ya’. You kept the snap replaying on loop as you pushed yourself that last bit over the edge and came around the toy. You replied to his snap with one of your own, filming yourself pulling the large toy out, showing just how big it really was.
As you cleaned up you got another snap. It showed the view of Daryl’s back porch, leading into the woods that surrounded his cabin. The little text bar at the bottom read ‘cute. Lil’ small for ya, dontcha think?’
His words left you speechless and in the next week you spent some time shopping online and spending your savings on s little special number for Daryl’s eyes only. On the day your dad had to work a double shift you had called Daryl over and started to prepare as soon as he confirmed he was going.
This was the first time you were going to be having sex for real instead of just fucking yourselves in front of your phone cameras. You had already showered in the morning to save as much time as possible. You didn’t need to do your hair and your makeup was going to be ruined anyways so you just dressed in your baby pink lacy number with the open crotch and pink leather collar that held a large metal ring.
To finish off the look you had custom ordered a set of realistic wolf ears and a matching tail buttplug. Your knee high socks were white with pink stripes at the top and pink paw pas printed at the bottoms of your feet. You threw on a robe to welcome your visitor into the house and quickly led him up to your room.
“So whatcha got under here, huh?” His hands wasted no time and went to pluck at the ribbon holding your robe closed, untying it and throwing it to the side, taking in your lace covered body and exposed cunt. From the top of your furry ears to the bottoms of your padded feet you were looking like the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on. You bit your lip and did a little twirl for him, wiggling your ass at him to make sure he saw your little tail and turned back around to pull at your collar as you looked up at him.
“Ya really want me ta breed ya like yer a little bitch in heat.” His fingers hooked into the ring on your collar and pulled you closer, taking one of your hands and shoving it down the front of his pants. You squeezed his hard member and moaned at the idea of him buried deep inside of you.
“Alright puppy, why dontcha lay down all pretty for me, I’ll join ya in a sec.” He quickly undressed as you laid down, spread out for him on your kingsize bed. A pair of shining blue eyes followed your every move and as he made his way up to you he rolled his shoulders and snarled, hunching over as he climbed onto the bed and changing, shifting into his beast form that was at least twice his normal size. Looking up from the large fangs in your face as he lapped at you, to the enormous knotted member that put any of your toys to shame you suddenly realized Daryl’s joke that day.
“P.. Please- prep me first.” Your voice stammered and Daryl only laughed as to mock you but he still moved down until his muzzle was level with your cunt. He took a long whiff of your soaked smell before lapping at your folds and shoving the full length of his tongue inside of you.
The moan you let out was almost pornographic. So much it even shocked you with how loud you were. Looking down you were met with Daryl’s top jaw covering your lower belly as his tongue kept working your insides and his lower fangs poked at the fat of your ass. He let out an experimental growl that had you clench around his tongue. “Ahh fuck again..” Your wish as quickly fulfilled as he kept up his growls, sending jolts of pleasure through you as you squirmed under his hold all the way up to your highest pitched whines that left you as you came hard around his tongue. The appendage was slowly pulled out of you and lapped up everything that managed to spill from your lower lips. You were a heaving mess and you hadn’t even touched his cock, letting you know how insanely ruined he as going to leave you when he was done with you.
With heavy movements he positioned himself above you again, his mouth open and tongue still lolling out of his maw. With two clawed fingers he pulled your mouth wide open and let a glob of drool fall onto your tongue so you could taste yourself. He kept your jaw shut and rubbed your throat with his other fingers like you’d do to a pet that had to swallow its medicine, and swallow you did. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to show it was all gone.
With some more heavy moves Daryl moved himself comfortably onto the bed a hold of you and maneuvered you around to a fuckable position. Your hands were held above your head and one leg was pulled up against your chest as he rutted his hips against you, pressing his tip between your folds and moving further in with every thrust.
Choked gasps left you after he pressed in only halfway. The burning sensation of being stretched on his girth was one thing but you never had any of your toys, knots included fill you this deep. It hurt but there was no way you were going to make him stop. You wanted him so deep you could feel him poke your lungs. His face came down to lick at your cheeks, taking away any spilling tears and held your rocking hips still in a large paw as he slowly worked himself all the way in. You were so small compared to him, if he pushed in any further he’d tear your insides. He needed to take it slow until he as fully sheathed, but as soon as he was he could really set that breeding pace you so desperately wanted to experience. You looked down at his member being almost fully inside of you, only an inch and a half left between his knot and your lips. You watched as short ruts moved his cock in and out, the outline of it showing through the skin of your belly.
With his cock fully sheathed and his knot resting against your stretched lips he gave you a moment to breathe. His heaving breaths fanning your face while you rubbed your palms over the stretched skin of your stomach.
When you gave him the okay he started at a slow, steady pace and slowly worked up to the gut-wrenching breeding his bitch in heat pace he had promised you when he came in.
Rick came home earlier than he expected and to his surprise, found Daryl’s bike in his driveway. Normally when he came over he’d send a text and never go further than the garage. He didn’t thing too much of it any further and would find his brother when he’d find him.
Except the lower floor of the house was empty. Maybe he had gone off to the store to pick up new cigarettes.
He trudged up the stairs on his way to go take a shower, hearing the familiar sounds of monstrous growling coming from your room as he walked past.
Except why weren’t those sounds accompanied by the usual hight pitched woman’s screams or haunting background music?
What he did hear was something he hoped never to hear. “So close..” sounded your voice from behind the door. Without thinking twice his hand went to the handle, not knowing he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
There, in the middle of your plush bed laid you, ass right at the centre of his view, a plush tail dangling between your cheeks as your upper body laid splayed out across the pillows. Heaving chest exposed and covered in bleeding puncture wounds. A thick, pink leather collar around your neck and fuzzy ears on top of your head. One of your legs was raised up against the torso of what he knew for a fact to be his best friend in his changed form, currently balls deep fucking into his daughter. A large paw moved to cover your view of the room’s entrance as a thumb pressed past your lips and Daryl bared his teeth at the man in the door opening, signaling it was time to leave. Hands raised in defeat as Rick stepped back out of his daughter’s room and let the beast pick up his pace again right before he managed to close the door fully.
Your muffled moans sounded through the door as he decided to head out and go for a long walk around the neighborhood to make sure he wouldn’t catch any more of that ever.
“Ah Daryl, please..” You were so close again you were begging him to finish with you. You were so sore you were almost willing to beg him to stop. “Please, so close..” With your hands released again you reached down to squeeze at his knot, hoping he’d get the hint that you really wanted him to finish.
His head moved down to lick at your mouth as he sped up his thrusts, his knot pressing down harder against your lips every time. His tongue pressed past your lips and shoved down your throat as he tongue fucked your mouth. A padded finger rubbing at your clit had your eyes rolling back and your walls clamping down around his length, right as he rutted into you hard. His knot pressed inside of you and with a harsh pull it made it known it was really stuck inside of you.
You awoke the next morning with your thighs stuck together with dried cum and a naked human Daryl cuddling you.
As you tried to carefully get out of bed unnoticed you were made aware of Daryl being awake as well and grumbling a good morning as you moved over him to grab a robe and go clean yourself up as Daryl took some more time being comfortable in your bed.
All cleaned up and dressed in some underwear you went back to your room to find Daryl dressed and fishing through your hidden shoebox of toys.
“Ahem?” Making your presence known and passing him to grab some comfortable house clothes. You let him know you were gonna go make some breakfast and pray your dad had already left, but that prayer was quickly shot down by Daryl announcing he could hear your dad rummage around in the kitchen and you were going to have to face him.
Daryl offered to join you to soften the blow. You were too fucked out yesterday to realize your father had seen you two, also thanks to Daryl’s large paw obscuring your view of the door.
Once downstairs the two of you made your way into the kitchen, treading lightly and delicately wishing your dad a good morning as you went to make coffee for you and Daryl.
Without looking up from his morning papers Rick spoke. “I don’t want you ever doing that again in my house, understood?”
You shrunk into yourself before looking up in realization. “Y… You.. heard us?”
Daryl scoffed from the other side of the kitchen, seemingly unaffected by all of it. “Did more than just hear us. Gonna have nightmares for years.”
The pot of coffee shook in your trembling hands, almost spilling all over the counter. The idea of your father seeing you like you in such a filthy way had your stomach in knots.
The sound of papers crumpling and hands slamming onto the counter had you jump, dropping the spoon to the floor with a loud clatter.
“I trusted you with Daryl’s secret because you had an interest in those movies. Not so you could use it your for own.. Pleasure.” He had a hard time even saying it out loud, let alone look you in the eyes as he said it but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do anything about it. You were an adult after all. “In fact if you’re adult enough to make such decisions you are old enough to find your own place to do that stuff, but not under my roof.”
All the while he still hadn’t looked up from his now messed up papers.
You stood there with tears in your eyes, terror and anxiety washing over you all at once, uncertain about what to even respond to such words.
“Well,” Not even a single heartbeat later Daryl spoke up. “Looks like we’re headin’ back upstairs ta pack yer stuff.” Ha strode over to your side to move you back around. “M’takin’ ya home t’ma cabin.”
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A/N: Will I ever stop writing monsterfuckery? Absolutely not.
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yarrayora · 27 days
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OK YARRA'S LITTLE SERVAMP VICTORIES AGAIN
SO IN 2021 I CAME UP WITH AN IDEA THAT LYCANTROPHY IS A CURSE AS A RESULT OF MASSACRING WEREWOLVES
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and in 2022 i made a scenario where a cursed werewolf pelt can become a blessing after it was mourned
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AND IN 2023
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THE SLOTH PAIR GRIEVED FOR KURO'S DEATH AS A HUMAN
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APPEASING THE DEMON OF SLOTH AND TURNING IT INTO THEIR POWER
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SERVAMP REWARDS YOU FOR BEING ABLE TO READ THE THEME
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catzy88 · 26 days
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Did you know that Leigh Whannell has written and is directing a new movie called Wolf Man (2025)? With a protagonist whose name is Lawrence who "while returning to his hometown, is afflicted by an ancient curse after being bitten by a werewolf."
Well, if you're a fan of the Saw franchise and a Chainshipper, you're in for a real treat. For this is the long-awaited spin-off of the Saw franchise, picking up where Saw VII left off, telling the tale of what happened to Dr. Lawrence Gordon after he locked Detective Mark Hoffman into the same bathroom Lawrence previously shared with photographer Adam Faulkner-Stanheight in the first Saw film. What we didn't see in Saw VII, is that Lawrence took Adam's skeleton with him to finally bury his remains and hopefully bring peace both to himself and Adam, too.
But when Lawrence returns to his hometown, it becomes clear that there are supernatural forces in the work there. Lawrence himself is bitten by a werewolf, and the bones of Adam he buried? Turns out the ground he buried them in wasn't ready to accept them. And so, one day when Lawrence is taking a stroll in the park, someone with a camera bumps into him. And lo and behold, if it isn't the man who has been dead for years. Or who is at least supposed to be dead.
Turns out, dying and getting back to life takes its toll, so Adam doesn't remember Lawrence, their game, or much of anything of his life before really. What a perfect setting for starting over with a clean slate, right?
If only Lawrence didn't turn into a bloodthirsty monster every full moon, with the ancient curse's only cure being the kiss of a true love. But who would love a crippled, old doctor with a detestable past of being the apprentice and accomplice of a heinous serial killer, now with added lycantrophy? The answer may be closer than you think...
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calisources · 6 months
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BOUND   TO   THE   MOON.   all   sentences   and   tropes   actions   are   based   around   the   concept   of   lycantrophy   and   werewolves.   taken   from   different   media   across   literature,   television   and   movies.   you   can   change   the   names,   pronouns   and   locations   as   you   see   fit. beware of warnings regarding body horror, harm and such.
SENTENCES AND QUOTES.
I'm a werewolf trapped in a human body.
When was the last time you shape-shifted?
I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.
A fucked-up family's a fucked-up family, whether or not werewolves are involved.
A werewolf is courting me with a dead rabbit. There’s nothing subtle here.
Why go for something cold and dead, when you can have something hot and panting?
No shifting in my car Blake,I don't want to slobber all over my seats.
Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.
I warned you if you got any closer, I'd devour you.
You're my mate. The distance won't change that. It never has.
When the full moon rises and the wolfsbane blooms, you will be as cursed as I am.
The bite is a gift.
Why do you always have to prove you are the Alpha male?
I don’t need to prove anything, love, I am the Alpha male.
I tried to kill a werewolf, I failed. Now I feel like I'm not living up to the version of my best self.
If it were a choice, it wouldn't be called "a curse"
Werewolves will attack humans, but instinct in centuries of rivalry have hard-wired them to hunt their prey of choice. Vampires.
Hundreds of years ago vampires hunted them to almost to extinction.
Legend has it that a werewolf bite is fatal to vampires.
Werewolves are stronger in groups. That’s why they form packs. 
No one wants to be the Omega of the pack.
I was a small boy when I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure.
Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.
The truth is if a werewolf behaved like this psychopath it wouldn't be because he was part animal, but because he was still too human. Only humans kill for sport.
You've tasted the power. How can you not want more? What is it you care about so much?
I healed when we were all together again when we were a pack.
Now, you being the first werewolf I’ve come across in many a moon, pun intended.
You're not a monster. You're a werewolf.
It’s fascinating, actually. A werewolf who isn’t beholden to the moon, a vampire who doesn’t burn in the sun. A true hybrid.
You've been bitten. Bitten by a werewolf. Now you will become that which you have hunted so passionately.
The ancients thought pure metals purified the blood.
Tyler has to kill someone to activate his curse. He's not a werewolf yet.
Sorry about your pet wolf. You should have kept him on a tighter leash.
You might be an alpha, but you’re not mine.
Yes you. Glow your eyes at it. Something. Be the Alpha.
He is going around building his pack.
There’s no such thing as werewolves.
It’s wolfsbane. It’s like toxic for werewolves, hurts them.
Did you forgot today is a full moon?
Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself.
Just like us. Werewolves.
Start the car. Or I'm gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth.
Do you want to earn a place in his pack? You want redemption? Find another way to stand and fight.
We have to go. It’s werewolf territory.
You're cooking up werewolves out of every self-esteem deprived adolescent in town.
Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone.
You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift!
You're one of mine, aren't you?
What's it like when it comes over you?
Every single bone in your body breaks.
Sometimes the transformaction can take up to hours. Specially the first couple of times.
Are those chains in the wall?
Don't get yourself killed for a human. She is not one of us.
Our packs have...a long history of animosity.
You can't be here! Get out, now!
What did I do?
I found others like me. They are helping me...get better.
I can smell him all over you.
Maybe the wolf was in love with the moon and each month they cried out for a love it would never touch.
Werewolves mate for life. You can't just runaway.
The lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
You are one of us, even when you haven't realized it.
I could recognize that scent everywhere.
You are the next in line. To be the Alpha.
A beta can always challenge an Alpha if they consider them weak.
Most challenges end with one wolf dying.
ACTIONS. add a +reverse if you want the reverse action.
[BITE]: sender bit receiver and now receiver is experiencing the fever of the bite.
[ENEMY PACK]: sender and receiver are from rival packs and get into a fight.
[LYCAN ROMANCE]: form rival packs, sender and receiver begin a forbidden romance.
[DISCOVERY]: sender finds out receiver secret lairer where he turns.
[WARM]: sender is a werewolf and cuddles to receiver side to warm them up.
[ITS YOU]: receiver realized the wolf they found it's sender.
[FOR THE PACK]: sender and receiver get married to join their packs into one.
[NATURE IS AGAINST US]: sender is a vampire and receiver is a werewolf who fall for each other.
[MATES]: sender declares receiver their mate.
[FOCUS ON ME]: receiver helps sender to calm down after they turn.
[ITS A GIFT]: sender bites receiver to save their lives.
[NAKED]: sender is without clothes the morning after turning and needs clothes. they arrive at receiver door for help.
[PROTECTION]: sender protects receiver whole in werewolf form.
[ONE OF US]: sender discovers that receiver didn't attack them because they are also a werewolf.
[ALL OF YOU]: sender witnesses receiver turn into a werewolf .
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