As it stands, you see the outline, a vague impression of what the story tells. Behind large feathered white wings hides the truth of their world, but every day its plucked revealing more and  more. The moon paints their world in trouble and takes what they've misused, their only choice of peace gone. Every secret slips out, blood and death placed on hold, their only choice for an answer, war, but are they willing to pay the price.

Please Don't Hurt Me

Puffing and panting as he paces in a circle, his wolf form exposed, his large paws tugs on the dirt below, his anger flaring. Brayon, growls and wines, he curses under his breath at the shape-shifting raven, “How the fuck!! Stupid bitch!! What am I going to do!!” he lets out a long and low growl. 


With a swift motion, his body spins around, his nails digging into the dirt. Brayon bares his teeth, his snout scrunches as he snaps his jaws at the small animal. The raven mockingly replies by flaring its wings and squawking at him, he wastes no time and charges toward the jeering bird. The small animal flaps its wings to carry itself away from the charging wolf. Brayon runs right through the bush and into a large Aspen tree. 


Chapter Thirty Two- The Venom Kills!