Accalia wandered through the forest and she was in an extremely bad mood, she knew she should be upset, or dejected, but right now, all she could feel was anger. It was nothing new for Accalia to feel different, like she was the odd one out, she had dealt with it most of her like within her pack, but until recently she was able to ignore it. Accalia was not the same as most werewolves, she was not a male but at the same time she was not quite a female, what made matters worse was she was expected to act like a female, she was expected to submit to any alpha that honored her with the privilege of claiming her, the only problem with this was, she always saw herself as the alpha, she was the one who always had to be in control. Because of this Accalia, caused allot of issues within her pack, no one would take her seriously and when the issue was pressed it always broke out in fights and brawling matches, even if she beat the alpha who wanted to claim her it would change nothing, so she was banished from the pack because she was creating too much conflict where there needed to be none and not showing respect when it was demanded.
Accalia didn't honestly know what she was going to do from here on out, she knew she wasn't going to change, that would be a fate worse than death, she was very sure of who she was and who she wanted to be, even if she ended up dying out here, she was fully prepared to let her stubbornness kill her. After a few days of walking Accalia came across a small house, she knew it was not empty because of the lights and the figure of a woman she had seen through windows from time to time. Accalia's kind rarely interacted with humans because of obvious reason, growing up she was always warned against it, but she was curious about them, her own kind had abandoned her, so what did she care for their rules?
Tonight was a full moon and Accalia was going to finally satisfy her curiosity, she didn't know what to expect, but walking these woods only increased her anger more and more, she wanted something to do and it seemed this house was the only thing for a while that would give her something to do. Accalia was covered in dark brown fur, she was quite tall at 6"2, which was not uncommon for werewolves, but was uncommon for the female ones, across her stomach and face she had a oval or white fur, except the area around her eyes and her black nipples. Accalia was dressed in a simple loincloth to do very little to hide the fact that she had a cock and a similar cloth that stretched across her breasts, werewolves were not know for their clothing and although these did cover her, they did so barely, it was pretty easy to imagine what she was hiding.
Accalia walk over to the door and pushed it, but it was budge, she then began to claw at the door hoping to slice through the material. Accalia did this for a good 5 minutes and even though splinters of wood were walling away from the door, it was clear it would take a while before she wade it through. Accalia decided to just go with brute force and began to slam her shoulder into the door, she did this again and again and after a few minutes the door swung open and she barged inside. With a snarl on her face Accalia sniffed the air, she knew someone was close by and she was in no mood for being polite. "Human, I know you are here, come out, trust me, you wont like it if you make me hunt you." Accalia let out a feral growl as if to emphasize her warning.
Accalia didn't honestly know what she was going to do from here on out, she knew she wasn't going to change, that would be a fate worse than death, she was very sure of who she was and who she wanted to be, even if she ended up dying out here, she was fully prepared to let her stubbornness kill her. After a few days of walking Accalia came across a small house, she knew it was not empty because of the lights and the figure of a woman she had seen through windows from time to time. Accalia's kind rarely interacted with humans because of obvious reason, growing up she was always warned against it, but she was curious about them, her own kind had abandoned her, so what did she care for their rules?
Tonight was a full moon and Accalia was going to finally satisfy her curiosity, she didn't know what to expect, but walking these woods only increased her anger more and more, she wanted something to do and it seemed this house was the only thing for a while that would give her something to do. Accalia was covered in dark brown fur, she was quite tall at 6"2, which was not uncommon for werewolves, but was uncommon for the female ones, across her stomach and face she had a oval or white fur, except the area around her eyes and her black nipples. Accalia was dressed in a simple loincloth to do very little to hide the fact that she had a cock and a similar cloth that stretched across her breasts, werewolves were not know for their clothing and although these did cover her, they did so barely, it was pretty easy to imagine what she was hiding.
Accalia walk over to the door and pushed it, but it was budge, she then began to claw at the door hoping to slice through the material. Accalia did this for a good 5 minutes and even though splinters of wood were walling away from the door, it was clear it would take a while before she wade it through. Accalia decided to just go with brute force and began to slam her shoulder into the door, she did this again and again and after a few minutes the door swung open and she barged inside. With a snarl on her face Accalia sniffed the air, she knew someone was close by and she was in no mood for being polite. "Human, I know you are here, come out, trust me, you wont like it if you make me hunt you." Accalia let out a feral growl as if to emphasize her warning.