Moryoll

In the land of Octant, a distant place far away from human civilization, there exists a kingdom of werewolves. And in this magical kingdom, resides Orion, a Priest in training, practising for a very important occasion that is coming up, the coronation of their king.
There, he meets a wolf who seems a little too familiar as pieces of his past gets brought back up as the days go by. 
Who is this mysterious wolf? Why does he feel such a strong attraction to him? And, what really is the story behind the incident that tore half his face off?

The Moon and The Stars (BL)

"Feeling a little better?" I asked, sitting down on one of the broken benches made entirely out of marble. The sides of it are broken with a massive gaping hole at the side, out of which a small flower grew from the cracks. Tiny and beautiful, in it's own way, I suppose. Very much like someone I know.

"Yeah. Sorry." He mumbled looking at the ground sheepishly, not able to look me in the eyes at all. "I didn't mean to cause problems like that for you, Orion. I really am sorry."

"Enough with your apologies." It took everything in me to not roll my eyes at this person beside me. But I did give him a good smack on the back of his head so that should be even for the both of us. "Tell me … what was he talking about?"

"Yes." I sucked in my breath, remembering what the man told me only seconds ago. "You are going with him? Or is he just trying to pull my leg once again?"

Hate or Love?