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When two people talk to me. @cinnamoncinderella @nettle-rain

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Bring Back Bill

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Merry Christmas!

I've celebrated 351 Christmases, and never ceased to enjoy each one! Except when the full moon lands on Christmas Eve...

I've just never been close enough to anyone to get a present...

[sweetfarmerbill]

Merry Christmas!

I've celebrated 351 Christmases, and never ceased to enjoy each one! Except when the full moon lands on Christmas Eve...

I've just never been close enough to anyone to get a present...

[sweetfarmerbill]

You Are My Sunshine - Verse 1

Bill basked in the warmth of the sun casting down upon his body as he rolled over in bed. On his other shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapped around a second source of heat. Was he not alone in his home? Opening his eyes with a start, he came face-to-face with a stunning young woman, smiling in her sleep. The sunshine beaming from the window gave her blonde hair an angelic glow. 

“Hmm...” he sighed with a smile, his morning voice groggy and deep. Bill couldn’t stop his hand from reaching up to caress her soft cheek. As he did, the woman’s eyes opened, a sweet grin spread across her face. His heart felt like it was about to leap from his chest. Her lips parted to say something, but instead of a gentle whisper, thunder clapped vociferously.

Bill jolted awake with a shout, propping upright on one elbow. There was no more sunshine, no more warmth. A hellish storm was raging outside, and rain pelted against his window in sheets. Hoping it wasn’t all a dream, he looked over, only to find the other half of his bed empty. No sign of a beautiful stranger, except his arousal. He felt disgusted with himself. Sure, he had had dreams he wasn’t too proud of before, but not that vivid.

What’s worse, he recognized that woman as a regular customer of his produce stand in town. Bill sat up on the edge of his bed, hung his head in his hand, and wept.

[sweetfarmerbill]

//If I write a long post, would y'all read it?

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The Bisclavret Journal: A History

My father’s journal, the one left to me as soon as I was born, holds documents, tales, and histories of werewolf kind. My father’s writings were in English, but those old, yellowed pages from my grandfather’s manuscripts were written in Lupine, an ancient dialect of German.

The language of my accursed ethnicity.

In my early youth, I read the story of the first werewolf, as a sad excuse for a bedtime story. The wind blowing into the cave would chill my spine as the parchment told the tale of when Lucifer fell from heaven, and how he turned one of his demon followers into what we know today to be ein Höllenhund, a Hell Hound. Then, of course, this monster escaped to Earth, rampaging and murdering the humans of Canaan, all with the consciousness and . At some point during a full moon, the beast attacked a woman and... forcefully had Geschlechtsverkehr with her.

As a pup, this always made me giggle. I didn’t know that about 90 years after those days in my birthing cave, I’d be doing the same thing.

The tale then goes on to vividly describe the terrors of carrying and birthing a Lupine infant. The poor woman was bedridden for her last trimester as the fetus devoured her life source for his own. Struggling, she left her home and found a dark cave to birth the offspring of the demon.

Long hours of torturous agony destroyed that woman from the inside out. Every drop of blood in her veins was drawn into the stomach of the spawn, then the surrounding tissue and muscle. The last thing that woman saw in this world was her own child eating its way out of her torso, and covered in blood, it turned to smile at her with dripping fangs.

Why must the Bisclavret men before me write so grotesquely? 

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P.S. I still exist

//Howdy! How has everyone been?

I always said I’d really get into RP stuff as soon as my spring semester ended, but now I have a full-time job. I live in the Central Time Zone, and usually work 9:30 to 6 5 days a week, so if you all would like to connect or reconnect, I’d greatly appreciate it if you take my schedule into consideration!

I love y'all! ~Admin