MysteriousD
Star Fudge
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2014
The night was still and silent. Stars were twinkling in the sky yet dwarfed by the intense light of the full moon. It was the witching hour, where the children of the night would roam and play in their hallow dance. One such was Diego Vendrix. A Mexicab werewolf, his brown coat of fur stood out here in the forests of Oregon. He was an older man, in his middle 30s and for the most part, embraced his life as a werewolf, preferring his wolf form.
He didn't see much reason to be in his human form outside of certain occasions and during the times he needed to interact with people with his job as an author. However, now he was savoring the cool wind in his fur and was overwhelmed with the desire to find a mate. Despite having resisted for weeks, the desire was too strong and so he went out to find a woman to claim, to mold as his wife and mother of his children.
He looks down and smirks, seeing a girl walking through the woods. He began to stalk her, gold eyes shining in the night.
He didn't see much reason to be in his human form outside of certain occasions and during the times he needed to interact with people with his job as an author. However, now he was savoring the cool wind in his fur and was overwhelmed with the desire to find a mate. Despite having resisted for weeks, the desire was too strong and so he went out to find a woman to claim, to mold as his wife and mother of his children.
He looks down and smirks, seeing a girl walking through the woods. He began to stalk her, gold eyes shining in the night.