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Wolf InsideA ghostly glow in the black of the night
A constant drawing to that bright white light
Unbearable longing deep in my heart
To let her out
That wolf inside

She escapes, the prison gone
At once we start, to become one
A split second of pain
Burning, searing, ripping
Then black
As dark as night

Until...

I open my eyes,
To the brightness of life
My senses open, to the pure delight
Of soil beneath my paws

I tense, waiting for the moment
To set myself free,
With only my heart to lead
Weaving through the trees,
A ghost in the wood
At one with the forest

Until the moon goes down...

Now for the pain
Ice down my spine
Dreadi

ForbiddenIn such a state, my heart lies shattered.
My mind is in chaos, as I run, run as far as I can.
The trees are a blur, as I struggle to reach into the unknown.
I can feel the silver light across my back, pulling at me.
My eyes are wide as I can feel something approach..
The branches are clawing at my skin, tearing my very self away from me
I can feel my consciousness leaving me,
leaving me numb.
But full of terrible hunger... hunger for the forbidden.

Keep your eyes on the moon.
She brings the demons out of the shadows.

Be warned.

Wrong Time To Change– You've got really wasted, haven't you? – Vladimir gave a toothy grin to his werewolf friend, who has been lying in a pile of garbage with his face down. A significant odour was coming from the pile, yet it didn't stop Talent from planking into it.

– How about, – he managed to mumble not turning his head to the vampire, – you leave me alone… and go suck some man's neck?

– Ooh, that sounded dirty. – He laughed and moved his friend's big arm over his shoulders, so he could help him up to his feet, – come on, I'll give you something for your hangover, wolf boy.

Talent awoke on a sofa of a big flat

MoonlightI can feel it approaching again.. That time.. my heart doesn't throb at the thought. It hammers.
Why this agonizing wait?? Why the pain of watching her diminish??

Why does she turn from us when we need her most?
I miss the days before day.
When all was eternal night, before the earth spun. When the moon was constant in the sky.
The days when Faeries and the Elven clans thrived. When Lycans were as rare as stars. When humans were scarce and vulnerable. When the trees were alive. When the world was young.

Now, the Earth is old, knowing, and tired. Mortal wretches have ravaged her, stealing and destroying all they can before they die. The

Karen and the Unexpected Transformation"Where is he?"

"This is ridiculous."

"Excuse me. Ma'am?"

"You'll have to come closer. I can't hear you."

"That's better. What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you'd seen a friend of mine."

"What's he look like?"

"Well, he's not a friend exactly. He's sort of the narrator."

"That still doesn't tell me what he looks like."

"Have you seen anyone around here tonight?"

"Besides you?"

"Yeah."

"Oh! There was this one fellow. He was waiting over there by those columns, when all of a sudden, he turned into a werewolf and ran off."

"How could you tell he was waiting?"

"He kept looking around aimlessly, and he was holding a pen and p

Bitten CurseMortal by day, Monster by night.
The shapes from shadows glow and bite.
Harmonize is easy to think,
But when the moon is clear it's harder to sink,
The beast whom lingers, cunning and fierce.
Glowing with hatred, hunger and tears.

You dare not wait not walk alone.
For the gruelling howl will send you home.
Beware the marsh and woodland parks.
He feeds from those who stumble past.
The werewolf alone in a cage.
Should it not be criminal, to keep a man with rage?

Mortal by day, monster by night.
You've fallen cursed to the werewolf bite.

Lunchtime DistractionBeing a werewolf is an energy-taxing business. Patrolling your turf, fighting rivals, and healing wounds takes a lot out of you. Was it really his fault that he found these types of places so appealing?

Sombra had once dragged Vincent into Claude's Hamburgers for lunch. The discomfort his second-in-command felt bled through his usually stoic attitude all too obviously. The scent of grease that hung in the air, so heavy you could almost sense it pooling at the bottom of your lungs, made him sneeze and shake his head the moment he entered the tiny establishment. He had the nerve to mumble under his breath after the food came that it was beneat

The Son Of The NightI'm nervous.
It's almost time.
I can feel my stomach rumbling,
But I've already scouted
No one nearby
A herd of elk
Only three miles North
I just ate dinner
Two hours ago
But I'm hungry
So hungry
As if I haven't eaten in a month
Which is very true
I haven't kept food down
Sickening food
Food for prey
I can hunt
Whenever I want to
But if I hunt too often
They will hunt me
Finally!
The moment is close
Clouds are banished
Just for a minute
But it's enough
I spark my power
My hunger is briefly forgotten
I throw my head back
And cry out softly
I don't want to startle the elk
I feel warmer
The hair grows quickly
I no

Werewolf ChallengeIt hurts. A lot.
They never really get it right in the movies. They always scream and cry and things grow but the audience is just like, 'yeah, that looks like it hurts. Now get to the wolfy part."
But in reality, it hurts to much that you don't make any sound. It's loud squeaks. Its heavy breathing. And its waiting for the morning to come so you can run home and look for scars.
I watched the boy walk down the street. He may have been someone once but now his future was sealed.
"We all die alone!" he shouted as he passed.
He was stubborn little bastard though. He didn't know he would turn tonight. The self-loathing prick was my friend

Lycanthropes - Variant MorphsHunter

The Hunter is the most common lycanthrope variant morph. They resemble the classic "man-wolf" of Hollywood, though they're really no more hideous in appearance than the average gray wolf. They stand anywhere from six to eight feet in height and sport an impressive physique; the average Hunter is three to four times as strong as the average human. They are capable of bipedal and quadrupedal movement, running on four legs or two. Hunters sport wicked fangs and retractable claws that are capable of tearing through metal. Like mundane wolves, Hunters (and all variant morphs for

Vampires Are ButtholesTonight was a good night. The air was crisp with autumn, the night sky was free of clouds, and, best of all, the moon wasn't full. I wandered down the sidewalk of the newest city on the never-ending string of places I've passed through, light warmly by the amber glow of the streetlights. An unwary diner sitting at a picnic table outside a restaurant had inadvertently provided my dinner, and as I headed for the dirtier, more derelict part of town, a smile on my face and my hands in the pocket of my hoodie, the orange light faded behind me and the darkness gathered around like an old friend.

I was so satisfied that I hardly skipped a beat when

Bite MeYour bite – infectious.
Your hunger – insatiable.
Your need – demanding.
Your desire – damaging
Lycan in my dreams.
Shredded into nightmares,
Tattered and microscopic pieces
The infection still rages
I miss you, virus of the wolf.
I want the burn of turning
The shift to fur and moon
Words that hunt
I want the velveteen voice;
haunting entreaties.
I want you.

Creatures of the night pt1Creatures of the night pt1
Cassandra looked at the silvery full moon. It hung high in the sky. A sharp pain shot through her. She doubled over and her mind raced back to what had happened earlier that day.
Cassandra stared at the calendar on her wall. Tonight on the 27th was a full moon. She had always loved the moon. She loved the light it gave off and the silvery glow in a cloudless sky. But this time she stared at the calendar in sheer terror. Not five minutes ago, her parents had seen her staring at it and broke the news to her. She was in a family of werewolves and her first transformation was tonight. She nearly crumbled after hearing

GreybackHis human's mind was weak. Fenrir Greyback was dominated by the creature within; he didn't need the moon to take control, only to break out of this shell once a month.
He had slowly poisoned the human's mind with werewolf ideology and had taught him to hate humans. This made it easier to manipulate him.

The wolf did not like relying upon the moon but he needed her none the less, he wanted to become truly independent, he wanted to be able to change whenever he wanted, but for now he would have to deal with what he had.
He peered through the human's eyes and pried upon his life, he was using his host to try and infect the world in the hope t

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Inside My Head

by ~Kiba-Aido, Jan 26, 2011, 7:00:05 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Songs & Lyrics

I'm caught up…caught.
Trapped inside…inside my head.
What is left for me, what is left of me?
Nothing for me here, everything else is dead.

My life…messed up.
This cage…I'm locked up…
Somebody? Anybody there to free me?
All they want to do is cut me up…shut me up.

This body…a shared corpse.
The shift…a freedom within.
Is it real, oh yes, do you recognize me?
Under this pelt, my blackish fur, my new skin.

Too small…this cage is too small.
Forrest green…a better place…
Do you not see me stalking you?
My eyes glow, nowhere to hide, nowhere safe.

Running…I'm hunting.
Fangs bared, sharp claws digging in.
Was it me, or was it you?
That sealed the fate under your skin?

You're mine…all mine.
I'm caught, you're caught.
My scent or your scent?
My blood or your blood, who fought?

All I know…is I'm caught…caught up.
I'm trapped…trapped inside…my own head.
Is this my beast…or is it me?
Did you do this…oh yes… it was me... *smiles in the darkness*

Inside My Headby ~Kiba-Aido

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Songs & Lyrics

©2011-2013 ~Kiba-Aido

Just the thoughts inside my head

werewolf with a hurting heart

!brownrecluserocker Sep 19, 2011

That is beautiful.

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~Kiba-Aido Sep 19, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Why thank you very much

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~oninnivrek Jan 26, 2011 Hobbyist

First poem you uploaded?

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~Kiba-Aido Jan 27, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Yea, imma use it to inspire a drawing

you like it??

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~oninnivrek Jan 30, 2011 Hobbyist

I'd like to crack your head open to see what's inside.

But then that was just a joke. Peace.

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~Kiba-Aido Jan 30, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

O.o I hope so *backs away slowly*

haha

I'll go ninja

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~oninnivrek Jan 30, 2011 Hobbyist

yeah...*steps forward*

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~Kiba-Aido Jan 31, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

OH NO! *yelps and runs off with my tail behind my legs* ITs an ALIEN! hahaha

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~oninnivrek Feb 1, 2011 Hobbyist

A close encounter of the third kind... woooohhh...

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~Kiba-Aido Feb 1, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

hahaha....wait what??

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