Aturo

You came to me in a dream, the mental world. I then searched for you in the magickal world... You were not there. I then searched for you in the therian world... You were not there. I searched for you in the virtual world... You were not there. I searched for you in the furry world... You were not there. Finally, I searched for you in the human, physical and rational world... You were not there. Conclusion, you simply do not exist. Except as a dream, a figment, a mental construct. So leave me be and fade away! As all dreams must. The Death of Hope by Stormmetal Whitepaw 8th January, 2016

Why Hold on to a Dream? Why hold on to a dream? A dream I've had for so long. A dream based in love and laughter. A dream once supported by others. Why hold on to a dream? A dream held on when others have decried it. A dream that yet has not seen fruition. A dream without solid truth? Why hold on to a dream? A dream proven wrong again and again. A dream damaged by harsh reality. A dream others have long since abandoned. Why hold on to a dream? Because in the end, We are all a dream anyway. Arcanus Tempus Tempestas Draconis Greywolf 24th July, 2015.

A Soul Reborn And now it must begin She feels the beast within To heal her broken heart Transformation must now start Now the wolf does come The spell has now begun She howls unto the night To make all things right And with her haunting howl She dispels that which is foul For light comes in the morn A wolven soul reborn! Arcanus Tempus Tempestas Draconis Greywolf 29 September, 2014

He blocked an incoming tomahawk attack and slashed his left hand across a chest. The knife cut a stinging furrow across the painted red skinned chest. The tribesman fell back, startled. This was unexpected. The Mohawk was good, very good. Impressive, in fact. He grinned at the unhooded man. His painted lips parted to reveal white teeth, his eyes gleamed with malice. "You cannot run. You cannot survive long. We are more. Stronger." He did not boast. His tribe was more numerous. Had more men, more skilled warriors. This one was alone, in their forest. On their territory. He had strayed, aware of his less than welcome presence here. He had bee

The silenced moon blinks from above, Watching me howl under my fur, My tail dragging in the dirt, Covering itself with dust and debris. They'll never know what it's like, To feel the cold stare of blood, To know you are not one, But only half lupine… A stretched whine escapes my teeth, And the heads of those who claim love, turn, I cannot possibly be fully accepted as one of them, All for something out of my control…. Outside the pack, I watch and linger, They accept me, but they do not, And I am silently separated… I would protect them! I would love them! I would fight for them, lead them! But it is not my