Post by Raphael on Jul 7, 2005 6:59:53 GMT
The skies were dark...very dark. It wasn't night. Rather, it was very early morning. Raphael was taking a walk around the area, looking curiously. This place was obviously different from the world he had known up until this point. The world he knew had simpler creatures. The hunters and the prey, as Raphael knew them as. And then of course there were the humans. The one's that built cities powered by electricity and other modern ways of life.
He'd basically grown up living like a muggle but with the ability to transform into a wolf. Dispite his living in the wild most of his life, he knew the ways of most muggles. The ways of science and technology. He didn't believe in fantasy, of course. He hadn't even given his own ability much thought. He preferred to think the way most non-magical people thought.
But now, he was in a place where what he thought was gibberish became simple everyday life. There were others like him. More yet, there were creatures that claimed to be fearies and nymphs. They even proved it to be true.
Now he found himself back here, where other lycans like himself resided. He remembered before that they didn't seem to welcome him. Or at least that's the message he seemed to be getting. Still, he had been alone for around fifteen years now. He wondered if he might be accepted into their pack.
He stood there, at the entrance to the tunnel in his wolf form, waiting for somebody to come greet him.
He'd basically grown up living like a muggle but with the ability to transform into a wolf. Dispite his living in the wild most of his life, he knew the ways of most muggles. The ways of science and technology. He didn't believe in fantasy, of course. He hadn't even given his own ability much thought. He preferred to think the way most non-magical people thought.
But now, he was in a place where what he thought was gibberish became simple everyday life. There were others like him. More yet, there were creatures that claimed to be fearies and nymphs. They even proved it to be true.
Now he found himself back here, where other lycans like himself resided. He remembered before that they didn't seem to welcome him. Or at least that's the message he seemed to be getting. Still, he had been alone for around fifteen years now. He wondered if he might be accepted into their pack.
He stood there, at the entrance to the tunnel in his wolf form, waiting for somebody to come greet him.
