[.summer]

Here's a little baby werewolf! I'll be making his normal form soon, my hands hurt lol

This bab is growable!

(tip for those who may or may not make art: for the extra fur use the light gold and just go over it with burn, then a little dodge, then burn again!)

For the prompt either write about how they became a werewolf, or why they are a werewolf at such a young age!

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sorry i forgot an end date! This will end October 10th!

[dragonmaster11]

username: dragonmaster11
name: Arya
gender: female
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Arya's story is a complex one, and tragic to boot. I do not blame you if you cannot bear to read it.

She was born to two normal Kiuiis. Her father, Ouranos, was a farmer: strong and caring from his lifetime of tending the land. Most said he was an excellent specimen, and would sire good, hardworking kits. Her mother Aeris, however, had been a sickly, feeble thing since birth, whose parents had not expected her to survive to adulthood. When these two met and fell in love, their friends thought it an... interesting match, but nevertheless supported them in it. The problems arose when Aeris announced she was to bear a kit.

Many Kiuii did not think Aeris capable of carrying, and so were pleasantly surprised when she started to show. The community's main priority became taking care of her, from ensuring she got enough nutrition to placing a sentry on guard outside her burrow (predators can smell a pregnant Kiuii from miles off, and know that they cannot run). The sentry they chose was a werewolf, Faol.

Faol had been born a werewolf, and had trained himself to fight from an early age. Now a young adult, he was lean and very, very effective. Quite often, Aeris was awoken during the night by some unearthly cry as yet another hungry carnivore met its end at his claws. Ouranos, Aeris' mate, could work the night-flowering fields contently, knowing that his love was safe.

That was, until one ill-fated night.

That evening it was colder than most, so cold a frost was already developing on the grass. Aeris had always been much more susceptible to the cold, which Faol knew, so he brought his own blankets in to her and draped her with them. "Not long now," he smiled, nodding to her swollen belly and ducking back out. She was almost full-term. The next time he checked her, she was sound asleep, so Faol thought she was doing just fine. It wasn't until he went in a second time later on that he noticed how still she was. He checked her pulse, and was shocked to feel how slow it beat. He cried out for Ouranos to return.

"What is it?" he asked as he sprinted over. "What's wrong with my Aeris?"

"I'm not sure; this sudden chill has made her unresponsive," Faol told him solemnly. "I am no medic, but my best guess would be some kind of coma. Her body is too cold, so it's... shutting down."

"But what does that mean?! What about the baby?!" Ouranos was distraught. "Don't tell me I'm to lose both of them."

Faol set his jaw grimly. "If we can't figure out how to help them, that may be the outcome." And he ran off to fetch the doctor.

"I'm not sure there's anything I can do," the medic sighed finally after examining the patient. "She's failing fast. And she's so small that it's hard to tell the child's development. I'm sorry, Ouranos."

"No," he growled. "I will not give up. Tell me, Faol: you've travelled this weary earth. What have you seen? Is there any way I can save them?"

Faol was still, his expression dark and determined. "There is one," he admitted. "But you will not like it." He crossed over to where Aeris lay, her breathing erratic. He touched a paw to her forehead in a gentle gesture: still the sentry protecting his post. "A large shock to the system, such as introducing something new like a virus, could forcibly induce labour. It may not be enough to save your mate, but it could very well spare your kit."

"Whatever must be done, Faol," Ouranos rasped, "you must do it."

"Then I apologise," Faol murmured, and, baring his teeth, bit down deeply on Aeris' shoulder. She shuddered and groaned in her deep slumber, then began to shake.

"What's happening?" Ouranos whispered, his voice trembling.

"The wolf is entering her blood."

Aeris gave a sudden, sharp cry and convulsed, then lay still. Quiet filled the burrow, and then came a soft, indignant mew as a new life felt the chill in the air.

Ouranos crossed over, crying silently. He touched a paw to Aeris' neck, then hung his head. "It wasn't enough to save her..." he began, then trailed off as he heard the mew again. He raised the blankets and lifted the slimy little kit from where she lay on the cold floor. A smile finally graced his lips. "But I have you," he sniffed.

Faol came to him. He looked into the kit's eyes, and a pair of blood-red wolf's eyes stared back at him. "She has the wolf in her," he told Ouranos. "I'm sorry for infecting her, my friend."

Ouranos shook his head. "You did what you had to," he reassured him. "She's alive. I don't care if she's a werewolf or not: she's my kit." He kissed her forehead gently, and she whined. "My Arya."

extra: Y E B O I I DEFINITELY DIDNT SPEND A WHOLE HOUR ON THAT
My iPad reloaded halfway through me writing it so I had to redo it rip

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[jennfreckles]

<3

[Samsherwoodc]

For my form this isn’t a kit per say he is just looking back on his life.

Art by http://kattling.tumblr.com/post/56136373498/bouncy-shiny-growlithe-and-growlithe-icons

Username: Samsherwoodc
First name: Gardie
Middle name: Hunter
Surname: Sakamaki
Date of birth 1-11-3030
Age: 21
gender: male




Art by https://www.deviantart.com/cutgut

Introvert
Pessimistic
Distant
Socially awkward
Gay
He has no friends because he believes he is draining people’s live forces
He believes he is a monster
Has Aspergers
Wants to be normal

(prompt)
The two alphas smile down at their two pups. One very weak one wriggling around in their mom’s arms. The weak one not even crying. It was already extremely furry the other looked normal. “Let’s name them Gardie and Gareth.” Gardie just looked as his father with weak eyes. He whimpers softly. Gareth yips happily.

Years(three) pass and slowly Gareth gets weaker like his life force was being drained out of him. Gardie grew stronger enough he was around crawling around. His parents were worried about Gareth always staying with him not celebrating their other son.

Another year passes and Gareth takes his last breath. Gardie takes a breath in his fur growing longer and he runs around his eyes glowing red. “Mommy what’s wrong? Why the tears?” He draws. His mother sighing and hugging their newly only son.

Six years later the new teenager watches as people get sick around him. He hates himself, he knows he is at fault for his families death. He drains life out of others to get more energy for himself.

Extras;


“Time for a questionnaire sponsored by https://www.writinglaraferrari.com/101-character-questions/
First topic,
Family and Childhood

Okay Gardie first question, Where did you grow up?” The interviewer asks

• “I grew up in village surrounded by woods that was more primitive called Oceanic woods village. It’s deep in the rainforest. My mom and father were second highest family in our village.” He sighs bored

“Thank you so much next question How would you describe your family?”

• “I WOULD have described them as loving as I was the only child at least that’s what they said but I clearly remember my brother dying. Other than that I guess loving. Until everyone was six feet under... next”


“Did you have a happy childhood?”

• “Maybe two years while everyone was healthy so mostly likely not.”

“Would you call your upbringing ‘conventional’?”

• “Um no I loved in a village and it was in the forest so no.”

“Are your parents alive? What kind of relationship do you have with them?”

• “Again six feet under.”

“If you have siblings, are you close? If you’re an only child, how do you think that has affected you?”

• “Dude please...”

“If you don’t already, would you like children of your own some day?”

• “Kids hate me and I hate them. So maybe not.”

“Of all your memories, which stands out most clearly?”

• “My god the hard hitting questions!!! Nothing because I am like a grim reaper everything I touch dies.”

“As a child, what were you most likely to be found doing?”

• “When I wasn’t sick playing with other village kids”

“When you were young, what did you dream your future would look like?”

• “Not me applying to this place that’s for sure... scratch that nothing like this garbage of a life.”

“What kind of education did you receive?”

• “A GED.”

“What did you want to be when you grew up?”

•“A magical girl specifically sailor moon. Are we done?”

“Next topic-“


• “Nope heck no!!!! I am done bye have fun I am not doing this.” Gardie walks off the interviewer whispering angsty teenagers. “I heard that for your information I am twenty one and I am perfectly happy and well balanced!” He stomps off raging.






When does this end.

[.summer]

username: dragonmaster11
name: Arya
gender: female
prompt:

Arya's story is a complex one, and tragic to boot. I do not blame you if you cannot bear to read it.

She was born to two normal Kiuiis. Her father, Ouranos, was a farmer: strong and caring from his lifetime of tending the land. Most said he was an excellent specimen, and would sire good, hardworking kits. Her mother Aeris, however, had been a sickly, feeble thing since birth, whose parents had not expected her to survive to adulthood. When these two met and fell in love, their friends thought it an... interesting match, but nevertheless supported them in it. The problems arose when Aeris announced she was to bear a kit.

Many Kiuii did not think Aeris capable of carrying, and so were pleasantly surprised when she started to show. The community's main priority became taking care of her, from ensuring she got enough nutrition to placing a sentry on guard outside her burrow (predators can smell a pregnant Kiuii from miles off, and know that they cannot run). The sentry they chose was a werewolf, Faol.

Faol had been born a werewolf, and had trained himself to fight from an early age. Now a young adult, he was lean and very, very effective. Quite often, Aeris was awoken during the night by some unearthly cry as yet another hungry carnivore met its end at his claws. Ouranos, Aeris' mate, could work the night-flowering fields contently, knowing that his love was safe.

That was, until one ill-fated night.

That evening it was colder than most, so cold a frost was already developing on the grass. Aeris had always been much more susceptible to the cold, which Faol knew, so he brought his own blankets in to her and draped her with them. "Not long now," he smiled, nodding to her swollen belly and ducking back out. She was almost full-term. The next time he checked her, she was sound asleep, so Faol thought she was doing just fine. It wasn't until he went in a second time later on that he noticed how still she was. He checked her pulse, and was shocked to feel how slow it beat. He cried out for Ouranos to return.

"What is it?" he asked as he sprinted over. "What's wrong with my Aeris?"

"I'm not sure; this sudden chill has made her unresponsive," Faol told him solemnly. "I am no medic, but my best guess would be some kind of coma. Her body is too cold, so it's... shutting down."

"But what does that mean?! What about the baby?!" Ouranos was distraught. "Don't tell me I'm to lose both of them."

Faol set his jaw grimly. "If we can't figure out how to help them, that may be the outcome." And he ran off to fetch the doctor.

"I'm not sure there's anything I can do," the medic sighed finally after examining the patient. "She's failing fast. And she's so small that it's hard to tell the child's development. I'm sorry, Ouranos."

"No," he growled. "I will not give up. Tell me, Faol: you've travelled this weary earth. What have you seen? Is there any way I can save them?"

Faol was still, his expression dark and determined. "There is one," he admitted. "But you will not like it." He crossed over to where Aeris lay, her breathing erratic. He touched a paw to her forehead in a gentle gesture: still the sentry protecting his post. "A large shock to the system, such as introducing something new like a virus, could forcibly induce labour. It may not be enough to save your mate, but it could very well spare your kit."

"Whatever must be done, Faol," Ouranos rasped, "you must do it."

"Then I apologise," Faol murmured, and, baring his teeth, bit down deeply on Aeris' shoulder. She shuddered and groaned in her deep slumber, then began to shake.

"What's happening?" Ouranos whispered, his voice trembling.

"The wolf is entering her blood."

Aeris gave a sudden, sharp cry and convulsed, then lay still. Quiet filled the burrow, and then came a soft, indignant mew as a new life felt the chill in the air.

Ouranos crossed over, crying silently. He touched a paw to Aeris' neck, then hung his head. "It wasn't enough to save her..." he began, then trailed off as he heard the mew again. He raised the blankets and lifted the slimy little kit from where she lay on the cold floor. A smile finally graced his lips. "But I have you," he sniffed.

Faol came to him. He looked into the kit's eyes, and a pair of blood-red wolf's eyes stared back at him. "She has the wolf in her," he told Ouranos. "I'm sorry for infecting her, my friend."

Ouranos shook his head. "You did what you had to," he reassured him. "She's alive. I don't care if she's a werewolf or not: she's my kit." He kissed her forehead gently, and she whined. "My Arya."

extra: Y E B O I I DEFINITELY DIDNT SPEND A WHOLE HOUR ON THAT
My iPad reloaded halfway through me writing it so I had to redo it rip

Congrats dragonmaster11, this bab is yours! take good care of them!

[dragonmaster11]

Thank you so much!! I love her 💕

[Samsherwoodc]

Congrats

[dragonmaster11]

Congrats

Thank you! I loved ur story and questionnaire!