Fenris97

Silence. That was all that was. An all-encompassing silence. There were no birds chirping, no trees sighing, no brooks whispering. Some might find it eerie, perhaps even scaring. But not Sammael. He found that he preferred the silence to the constant roars of battle or the dredging sounds of the humans talking. The noises that humans seemed incapable of avoiding. He was sitting in a forest. Well, at least an image of a forest. It was open, with light streaming through the canopy of leaves above him. a small brook was flowing near him, and the sweet-smelling grass was soft beneath him. The trees all around him were birches, still fairly you

To ANYONE who might wonder: YES, the wolves submitted ARE werewolves, unless specified otherwise.

What is love? Is it just a feeling you get, that can be blown away by time or distance? Or is it something meant to be, unremovable? I do not know. I do not really want to know either. You're not a monster because of what you're born as, but what you do with it - Me Chapter 2: Suprise I was bored. The same things, day in and day out. Wake up, get some breakfast, having lots of people come and look at me, lunch, more people, dinner, the last people, run a bit, go to sleep. Every day. Of course, some days, something interesting might happen. Some times a month they would let in a living animal for me to hunt down in the pit, all for the hu

 In the corner I hide, reading

South entered the building slowly, calmly.  I'm a freelancer. Not that he hadn't been all the time, but now it was official. He'd received the message only this morning, arrived at the hq in the afternoon.  South Dakota... A girl's name.  His armor, grenadier helmet, recon shoulder guards and Gungnir kneeguards, shining black on black, His emblem, a black bear on a golden hexagon, all of it had been fixed good and nice for this. ''You must be Dakot-huhgh'' South held the other freelancer up against the wall by the throat. He saw by the emblem that it was a certain agent New york. He leaned close to the other freelancer's helmeted face and sa