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As the wind howled through the many variations of green trees, and the lush green grass underneath him swayed to the gusts of winds. He continued his strides, but he knew all to well that he would be in great trouble if the next hunting party found him, or alpha found any recognition of him wondering off near the edge of the forest. No matter how much curiosity he had, he knew he would never cross the trees the lined the forest area. Curiosity pricked at him, and a thought came in his head, which he spoke aloud, "Why are the trees lined up so perfectly? No one can see through them." Noi questioned as his soft warm beige skin came in contact with one of the trees, as his hand gripped one of the oak trees branch’s, and it felt nice, and peaceful in the forest. He almost felt welcomed to walk through the trees that lined the forest? But Noi backed away slowly, but carefully, and he shrugged the feeling off. He knew he listened to much to his parents, alpha, and his friends story’s, but what if they were right, and he was wrong? He didn’t want to get himself hurt, or kicked out of the pack, where would he go? At least in his current pack he could be with his brother, friend’s, and parents. He wasn’t one for secrets, and this is one of those secrets he would have to carry for the rest of his life from his parents, and brother. He was in a pack that deeply cared about what there ancestors thought of them, and that helped no one. Especially not Noi, as he was constantly worried he would upset them, and what would happen if he did? Would he be cursed, or just what would happen? Is something the young boy never knew the answer to, but he wished he did. Noi enjoyed the serenity of the forest, a place where he could be himself, and let go of all the stress or forget about it for the time being. And he wasn’t sure what he should do, turn back, or stay here for the next hour or two? He then transformed, midnight black fur covering his previously beige skin, and no longer was he human, but the most feared animal in the forest, a wolf. He lowered his snout to the ground, and noticed that there was live stock around the area, such as cows, and sheep. That’s when everything he first thought about the place beyond the forest changed, maybe it was a biome filled with lush green grass that went on for miles, and bright blue skies almost always? |
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There was so much going on around the woman. So much life behind the back of the woman, that the forest, while it breathed fearsome breaths of cold air, seemed rigid and dimmed. The trees were stiff, with only a few of the ever-darkening leaves they still clung onto trying to run along just with the wind. Its fairytale outer layer was enticing, and yet made her ever so nervous about what would lay within it. The farmers told old tales of wolves and bears, and even all sorts of mysterious, beautiful, and yet so dangerous creatures that resided in there. She was so sure they were just old folktales, but simply being out in the open at all was pushing her luck. Still, it would be a few days until she would be out again, and so every moment mattered, so the longer that she procrastinated so much as entering, the less likely it would be for her to explore. Despite her overly heightened nerves, she gently placed a hand on a low branch and almost pulled herself into the shallow depths of the forest, of what was even more cynically gorgeous; She instantly felt hugged by the place, washing her worries of the fairytale woodland straight out of her head; as though she had been brainwashed and completely relieved of her nerves. Her footfalls landed on the softest, green mossy grass, making the original sight of the woods seem oh so much brighter. She fell as though in a warm hug; so and completely secure, as though there were a pair of so thoughtful and kind eyes watching her, making sure there were no trip-ups and that she was safe; and so she decided, no matter what she had been told, or what she believed in there was not a single being that would be nearly capable of damage - rather, it seemed like a place where pixies would dance in her dreams. But if the woodland was so gorgeous, that begs the question... What exactly was on the other side? |
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Noi shook his pitch black fur, which was going in ominous patterns, once he stopped shaking, and took a step closer to the lush green bush straight in front him. His padded paw hit the lush grass, and then another, that was until he heard the rustling of a bush, or a tree about a few yards from were he stood. He lowered his padded paw to the ground, and as he did this the dark fur on his back, and neck began to stand up on edge. He stood there, and that is when he remembered what danger lies beyond the trees, and that’s when he started to snarl his shackles going up revealing Pearl-white teeth, as his sun-kissed nose wrinkled. Noi wasn’t one who enjoyed fights or fighting, and that’s one of the things that made him different, and un liked by his pack, but he didn’t mind. That’s a lie he cared a lot, and wished werewolves could live in peace, and didn’t have to kill other animals to survive. In a sense he found other animals like his own species, they weren’t that different, at-least from what he could see they weren’t much different. "Come out." he stated harshly, as if it was a wolf or a werewolf they would be able to hear him, and would hopefully listen to his request, well it was more of a order then it was a question. Noi’s ears shoved backwards, and tail held low, he also held his himself evenly on all four of his legs. No he didn’t believe fighting was good, but if it had to be used to protect himself or his family, well he would attack, with or without hesitation. |
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