Howls. Ring. A chorus in triumph. You tread slowly long' their trritory and the air becomes stale, unbarable. The howls still buzz in the lonley night, envious stars dancing round' the bright moon. Your just a human. Go back where you came from. Before you know the moon has other plans, a creak exceeds from your spine as you cringe onto the ground. Nails grow long into sharp razors and your limbs grow short. The pain of your spine crunching and then the sweet release. Dropping down on all fours you find you have paws, and fangs that find their way past your lips that seem to have dissapeared into a long snout. High upon the ridged cliff stands a wolfess. Her coat the purest of whites, her eyes beaded, smooth with emerald and weaved with speck of brown. A grin is placed pon' her mugging as you snarl viciously towards her and her small grin places back to a blunt expression. Then her silken voice deepens into your new soul, speaking to you in chorus of the night.

You are no longer human. A wolf, thats what you shall be from now on. I am Alphena new wulfen. Welcome to the lands of our pack.

Your gaze finds her soulful eyes deemed with the unmistakable power she wields. You now regret the snarl that flapped from your mouth before. Blood corses through your viens, no longer human but the laws of the wolf. An unbearable urge is felt to howl as your knee bones pop, fur emerging, completing the transformation. Ground rumbles from beneath you rising you higher to meet the new lands on the cliff. As you come more wolves arrive, bruja's and brujo's alike with canvas' of all colors. The luna moon sings a chocked tune that drums rapidly in your auidductives.
A vast grass land lies before you of sweet and lucious dew spread over it. A viscous stream is found beyond and many pairs of wolves bartered under trees, the smell of love prevailing.

Come wolf, follow me. Regain in our humble abode,
of the wolf...

Law of the land
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Howls From The Council

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