Mx Female Big Bad Wolf

[Wulfen]

Let me tell you about the Big Bad Wolf. They say he is just some legend, an urban myth or like. They say it’s just stories, ain’t no one seen him...but I seen ‘em. Yeah, I saw him.

Ten years back or so, don’t rightly remember, I wasn’t as sober as I am now. I was mind’n my own business in my alley, and I saw him. He was mind’n his own business too. At least it looked that way, walking along, eyes down, moonlight reflecting off the puddles and into his eyes. Just some guy, but spooky as hell.

Then they disturbed him. Put a gun in his face. Would have shot him too, they tried. Pulled the trigger and everything, but he was so fast. Then the gun fell to the ground, the dude’s hand still holding it. Blood and scream’n. The scream’n didn’t last long.

He looked at me. The bodies just lay’n there. I pissed myself. He grinned.

I saw him. Big Bad fuk’n Wolf.


//Just a little fun. Care to meet the wolf? He has been to countless places and times, maybe he passed through your neck of the woods. He’s not all monster, he just needs the right woman to appreciate the man, and the monster. Are you the one?//

 

[Wulfen]

The blood dripped from his fangs and down his throat. Adrenaline was mixed with the red, savory liquid, and it stirred his senses. A growl, starting in his gut, working its way through his chest and finally up his throat, trembled the air about him. He pulled the stretched and torn shirt from his chest and launched himself, in a single bound up the side of the building. On the roof, bathed in the moonlight, he scanned the land about him, claiming it with a single arched back howl. The monsters life was a hunt, and now he set himself upon a new scent; not to feed, but to fuck.

//A continued taste of the writing I provide. Interactions with the Wulfen can range from brief and chaotic, to elaborate and frenzied. They are never peaceful. Will his path cross yours?//

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