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man or monster - sam tinnesz ft zayde wolf

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76heart ● roese the wild ● she/her ● 1,095 words
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at first, her heart had ached, but now her heart had hardened to stone, to ice, with the
acceptance that no one would ever listen long enough for her to clear her name, or hear
enough of her words to stop looking at her as if she were some sort of monster, the kind of
beast mothers used as tales to get their kits to sleep at night, the kind of creature villages
warned their children about, and told travelers to stay far away from. beware the wild rugged
one that wanders the woods, she would hear them say, stay away from the dangerous monster
that lives in the woods. all the warnings, all the tales in taverns where a drunken kalon would
stand on a table and tell her false story, all of that because she had been caught with her
claws at the throat of the real monster, and they had turned the tables on her with their tongue
of silver words. she had always been an outcast from the day she had been born, an easy
scapegoat when blame needed to be placed and there was no one else to thrust it upon, so
when she had been found on that fateful dark night, it had been starkly clear from the moment
the door had creaked open that no one would ever believe her side.
it had been a dark night before the morn where she was banished, only the glow of the moon
and the faint orange candlelight faintly pouring from the windows of taverns and inns still alight
with wakeful energy to light the cobble streets before the clouds could cover the sky. she had
been, as usual, cloaked in the shadows of alleys where no one could see her, where she felt like
she belonged, blended in with the darkness that concealed her and her dark pelt, a place
where none could turn and scoff at her name. she had been alone in that darkness, reveling in
the silent peace of the moon, the one thing that would always keep everyone's secrets, that
would never betray what atrocious horrors were committed in the night, until a dark figure had
carefully slipped through the night, moving like a shadow against the light and back into the
darkness, thinking they too were alone, with only the moon to see what they were going to do.
immediately, she didn't trust them. someone would not slink so smoothly and with such
immense care through the shadows so as not to be seen unless something was off; she had
spent enough time in the darkness on her own to be able to tell when someone had dark and
treasonous acts on their mind. ro had carefully begun to follow them, with silent paw steps
gently touching on the smoothed gray stone, her breaths as silent as she could make them as
she followed several tail lengths behind. as the figure passed through a beam of light, she
could just barely glimpse the colors of faded red and glowing gold against white adorning
their attire, providing a soft contrast to their sleek brown form. it was a vaguely familiar sight,
but if they were someone she knew, she could not yet place them. she continued to follow the
mysterious form until she saw them disappear beneath a barely missed hole on the very edge
of the castle, where she then stopped to take a pause. what on earth were they doing? who
was this figure, and why had they slipped cautiously through a tunnel beneath the castle? from
what she had glimpsed they were no stranger to wealth, and they could easily walk through
the grand wooden doors without any questioning their actions. she certainly didn't like where
this was going, but after a shaky exhale, she set out to follow them once again. she had to
crouch on her belly and crawl to make her way through the tunnel, but she didn't mind the
mud that would undoubtedly cling to her long fur. when she emerged from the tunnel, she was
lucky enough to manage to glimpse the kalon amidst the halls shadows slip silently into a new
passageway, one she knew lead upward. roese quickly went after, increasingly suspicious, and
followed them as they ducked in and out of halls and passages only the castle's servants would
know about, only stopping when she saw them slip into the prince's room. all breath left her
form as her heart sunk with dread, and she was frozen for a moment, a moment too long, for
when she burst inside the room, the prince was already dead, and the figure hung over them
with a twisted smile, their teeth glinting in the moonlight, alongside the blade gripped
between their jaws. this figure had just killed the prince, and while he had never done her
any favors when she needed them most, he was still her prince, her future king, and she could
not stand there doing nothing about his death. she leapt at the figure, watching as the knife
flew out of their grip as her claws pierced their shoulders and knocked them to the ground.
the blade fell with a clatter that sounded all too loud when it hit the polished floor. the figure
glared up at her with anger she was sure could kill, and she did her best to firmly hold them
down as they began to struggle. she was bulkier than them however, so she easily was able to
pin them down. her sharp claws came to rest threateningly at their throat, a warning to tell
them to stop it, but it was at that moment the two heard footsteps, and they froze with bated
breath. a guard barged in through the door, horror written clearly on their face, and in that
moment, the assassin slipped out from beneath her, and pinned her down instead. as she
looked up at them, she could now tell who they were, and instantly she knew she was as good
as dead. they were a powerful and influential lord, the one who would take the throne should
their ill king and strong prince ever fall, and there was no way anyone would believe her over
him. the words that followed hardly mattered to her, their silver tongue digging daggers into
her heart, and by the next morning, she was cast out and gone, and she was sure that one day
they would come for her, because she knew the truth of one of their many secrets.

literally finished at 11:59 and had no time to reformat I'm sorryyyy

[cad bane]

username: Brightheart~
name: Monty
gender: Male
story: I was born the 13th child of my family, so I was "bad luck" the second I was born. I had a strange moon marking on my hind leg, too. My mother didn't care. She just held me close and cooed as I pressed my warm, fuzzy body to her chest. My siblings didn't like me, but they didn't despise me either. They took care of me, and for that I'm grateful. But soon things started to happen to me. At night, a my shine morphed into a mysterious shape- the shape of a crescent moon. My eyes turned from their baby blue to a bewitched amber and green. Worst of all, long yellow claws sprouted from my toes, and my teeth turned into large fangs. I was horrified at my appearance. Every night, this would happen, but I would return back to normal the next day. Until one day, my brother saw it happen. My oldest brother whom I trusted the most. He took a video of my transformation, and when he showed it to my parents they were disgusted. I was cast out by my family, banished to live in the forest forever, my nighttime appearance forever a reminder.
one extra: (1 piece of art or 500 words)

[carpe noctem.]

username:
name:
gender:
story: (try to keep it concise, I'm not looking to read a 5 page essay)
one extra: (1 piece of art or 500 words)

[lysander]

mobile res
username: lysander

[khvoxtic]

username: planiteri
name:
gender:
story: (try to keep it concise, I'm not looking to read a 5 page essay)
one extra: (1 piece of art or 500 words)

[rottenmutt]

username: rottenmutt
name: Noah
gender: male
story: (try to keep it concise, I'm not looking to read a 5 page essay)
one extra: (1 piece of art or 500 words)

Outcasted by serving himself to save someone. Causing the scar across his face. Faced near death symptoms and was bounded by his hands and legs and thrown out of the town.

Tried to save royalty, but everyone thought he was an assassin

[griefowo]

username : sweeta

name : nafari
(Means first born)

gender : male

story :

When his father was murdered, everyone was quick to point at Nafari. Not soon after the murder, Nafari was banished from his own home. And his inheritance to the throne? Was given to his younger brother.

one extra :

A king was once cursed for things he had done. It was said that his first child would be hideous. No matter, he would love his children.
It had turned out that the curse did happen. From birth, nafari looked nothing like his parents. If you saw the family together, you’d wonder who’s the dark furred child with weird colors for eyes and marks next to them?

“The heir to the throne” they would reply in a whisper.

Nafari didn’t mind their talks. It was when a villager spotted nafari turning into a hideous monster and talking to what seemed like a dead wolf. The word spread quickly that he has some sort of magic to talk to the dead. everyone either started to fear him, tried to get rid of him, and there were some who asked to talk to their dead family members.

And there’s Nafari’s little brother, his brother looked exactly like his father. soft brown fur, and his eyes glistens whenever he smiles. With such soft expressions, and a sweetmouth, he was praised.

“I’ll help you with that” he would say

“How was your day?” He would ask

What they didn’t know was that his the little brother wasn’t what he exactly seemed. The brother was arrogant when they were nowhere near outsiders, rude and demanding. To nafari, he was a jealous little brother who wanted to inherit the throne and everything their father had. With ambition, the brother planned. What the brother did, was something treacherous. He murdered his own father and watched everyone blame it on Nafari. It was as he planned. He was never close to his father to begin with. Neither was he close to Nafari. Soon, The villagers forced nafari out of his home. “monster!” They yelled as they threw stuff at him. A villager threw something sharp and it had cut Nafari, leaving a scar on the bridge of his nose.
No later after nafari was banished, the little brother had been crowned king. Nafari watched from afar. the crown wouldn’t sit on his head right, even it knew the brother was not meant to be king.
Not only did the crown knew, but the other kingdoms did too. The kingdoms had plan to take over the brother’s throne. Of course, Nafari got word of it and went to save his home while his little brother cowered in fear.
After everything went down, nafari got his name cleared and got his brother to confess what he had done to their father. His little brother was thrown in prison to rot, just like what he did to nafari when his brother had banished him.
Although, Every now and then, he goes out and transform into something out of the normal…
Were the rumors true? Would the villagers still call him the hero?
Let’s hope no one finds out what he really is, because they wouldn’t really know [“]what makes a monster, and what makes a man.[“]

[skorch]

i've decided to drop out for my kal entries <3 good luck to all entries !

[doge fruit]

username: doge fruit

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name: Darius Robichau (row-be-show) // gender: male

.::his story::.

Prologue
" Have you ever been blamed for something you never did yet be still held against it? Oh, I have. I had siblings, older brothers, that would throw all their blame on me as we grew up. I was seen as the weaker end since I was the youngest. You'd expect the baby of the family to be treated with high regard. I wasn't when I was growing up for sure. ut of all the things my brothers have done to me,
only one thing has truly changed me forever."

i.
"I used to live downtown in these lower middle-class apartment complexes when I was growing up. Out of the six blocks of run down buildings and houses, there were only maybe four of them that looked high class. An old Victorian mansion someways further downtown. A water company tower. A French hotel/restaurant. And some old Neo-Gothic church that always rung their bell at 6:00pm.
Our little apartment, nestled at the bottom facing the main street, housed a lone mother and her single handed efforts of juggling to raise four boys and maintain two jobs with only 12hrs in the day to sparingly split between them. It's wasn't no fancy 'rich life' but it kept us whole and there. Mostly.
Anyways, one hot summer day, I was outside with my brothers as they played with their friends. I was only seven at the time while my brothers were 12-17 years old with friends the same age. I just never felt I fitted in with them. As I sat sweating bullets underneath a tree that barely offered shade and boys that felt the every need to wrestle everything that moved, that's when I first saw her."

ii.
"She sat at a balcony and watched me, my brothers, and their friends from what seemed like a very cool spot. She was about the same age as me. We made eye contact once, and unlike most boys that seem to buff up and act out in front of a girl, I shrugged away behind the tree. Shy. Nervous, I guess. But she seemed very interested in us. Well, that was just the start. After some days of watching us from her balcony, she decided to come down closer to us.
Her name I can't remember after so long but it sounded similar to Ashley. Unlike the company of my brothers, we became quick friends. She moved from up north about four weeks ago and we were going to go to the same school together. We shared so many things in common with each other that there wasn't really anything keeping us away. Me and Ashley hung-out literally everyday of that summer. We knew each other so quickly within the sort span of two and half months that she knew me way better than my brothers and even my own mother.
School started up again and I seem overjoyed to hangout with her during and after school. More things to talk about and more things to do. It was a chilly October day when my life turned completely. I think we were doing some art project involving Halloween or something. I didn't take the class with her but it was nice to replay all things I heard from that class. Me and Ashley were walking home when she suddenly stopped and asked if we wanted to go ghost hunting and I said sure."

iii.
"We detoured off our daily route and walked to the old graveyard that was barley used. I remember it was crowed with old headstones and vine-covered mausoleums. For a while, we played along the old stones and climbed the hill in the center of it and observed the back end of the neighborhood. We stayed there for a solid two hours before it was getting dark. I told Ashley we had to go home but she insisted on checking out some old well lined with bricks and covered with a large sheet of plywood, I insisted that we leave before I get in trouble with my brothers. She called me a pushover and it lead to us angrily yelling at each other surrounded by the cold night and graves. She told me I could go running back but she was going to stay.
I had left, crying with fury since this was the first ever fight we ever had, and never looked back. That's when it all changed me.
She had never came back. Her parents reported a missing child and there was a whole lot of buzz in the neighborhood and school.I kept thinking to myself "She'll just come back!" but she never did. Some detectives came and questioned me and I had to tell of my whole side of the story of where Ashley went. I told them we got into an argument. They checked the They looked the whole graveyard over but they never found her. They searched the whole neighborhood and surrounding areas but never found her. This went on for a solid to and a half months but no clues nor tips were ever given about Ashley's whereabouts.Her parents moved away eventually."

iv.
"Talk went around that I did something to Ashley. That I was the cause of her disappearance. Maybe I am? I don't know. They really couldn't take me to court since there was no evidence backing up the theory that it was my fault but middle school kids have cruel minds. They called me kidnapper to murder to serial killer and they made sure I suffered. I was stuck in my own pool to swim but they felt the need to make it deeper. I didn't do anything to her. After many insults tossed, I snapped. I lashed a cut against the face of one of my most profound bully and I had to get arrested for use of brutality.
Since, at the time, I wasn't old enough to be tried as an adult they sent me to some rehab to deal with my emotions. I stayed for maybe a year and I guess it did help me a bit. I reunited with my parents but the harsh voices of school (and some younger folks around the neighborhood) still ring that I don't belong anymore. Hmm, maybe I don't. All that I know, however, is that Ashley is still out there. Somewhere."

epilogue
"It's been 13 years since Ashley has went missing. Nobody has still found traces of her and the case is cold. My mother eventually moved us out when my oldest brother moved out and I had just turned 14. She gotten enough money to move us out of the shabby neighborhood. It's nice t be away from judgmental eyes. She moved us close to the shore. The beach is one of her favorite places and it's quite beautiful to her. No one's here to scream that you an abductor. I spent the last three months looking for suitable work and one employer has taken up my application! I haven't moved out yet with the rest of my brothers but I'm hanging back to stick with my mom a bit longer. She believes that I did nothing wrong."

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[owlcoholik]

username: owlcoholik
name: res
gender: male
story: (try to keep it concise, I'm not looking to read a 5 page essay)
running w the wolves
one extra: (1 piece of art or 500 words)