|My first Daily Deviation. |
My thanks to everyone who read the story, and to those who said they enjoyed it, I'm glad to hear it. This was a fun piece to do.
|The October Contest Winner. |
This is one of the works I've enjoyed making just as much as, if not more than, many of my role-playing campaigns. Alex Stryker, the character in this story, he's been in a lot of other projects and games that I've been involved in.
Handling Digimon, wielding powers for shaping matter, and now as a werewolf.
Werewolf Tale - 2016 Plans and UpdatesFirst though, some background since this account has been inactive for so long.Werewolf Tale - 2016 Plans and Updates by SilverWerewolf09
At the end of April in 2015, ten early reviews for Werewolf Tale were posted on Goodreads, with some coming later from other readers who read the version posted on the site. (The reviews were part of an Advanced Review Copy for Review event I found out about, and tossed my name/work into the ring of, through a Goodreads group in late 2014. Because of non-participation and no communication from my original editor leading up to then, the version I am in process of editing was submitted, after being tweaked a bit and run through Scrivener to make the e-copies.)
In the months leading to October 2015, NaNo Prep Month, I began poking at the draft and deciding on changes, as well as finding a new editor. That being Sean Gerace of Anthro Aquatic. (He has gone over the old draft once already in 2015 and reaffirmed what the early reviews of Werewolf Tale described.)
For the last quarter of 2015, I took a two-month-lo
NaNoWriMo 2014 - Day 18 - 30 (+3)NaNoWriMo 2014 - Day 18 - 30 (+3) by SilverWerewolf09
The questioning stopped once Apren agreed to what Gilder proposed; although he felt urged to ask her where she'd gone, how few of the buildings were open past nightfall gave him a few ideas. The tavern was obvious, and the marketplace square wasn't officially closed after nightfall, so some late-operating vendors and traders could've given her an ear for a long while.
When his essentials were gathered, he left her to rest in the room and made his way to the inn's commons. The scents of breakfast servings barely distracted him as he went outside, intent on checking on his goods and horses before anything else.
- Chapter 4 -
- Apren -
Not long after Gilder left her alone in the room, Apren felt the apprehension from the night before seep back into her thoughts. The Mage Halls were hundreds of miles from Eschalon. How long ago had the theft taken place if word was reaching this far north? If it had already reached the hands of highwaymen, it couldn't have been long.
The Mages were experim
|Many of my deviations are based on werewolves or forum/pen-and-paper role-playing games.|
I came across this site while browsing for werewolf art years ago. Since then, I believe I've found a better calling in writing fiction, fan-based or otherwise.|
I've recently graduated from The University of Houston with a Bachelor's in Business Management, and am working towards publishing my first novel, Werewolf Tale. Looking forward to that moment when I can hold my work in my hands as a finished product.
Otherwise, I'm usually gaming on my seems-to-be-dying XBOX 360 and editing for GatherYourParty.com. Good times.
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i
Low Tide"Hey," Heather called out from the back door. "I thought of something."
"What's that?" Frank asked absent-mindedly as he blended blue and red to make ocean water.
"We haven't been swimming since last summer."
"Oh, you're right," Frank said, surprised. "We should practice before we go to Florida."
"Two steps ahead of you! Put your trunks on."
"But it's dark out, and we're miles from the lake," Frank sputtered.
"Just trust me," Heather teased. "I'll go change, too. Race you!"
With his best skeptical smile, Frank put down his pencils and headed for the bedroom. Heather already was in the closet to get her swimsuit. Frank went to the dresser and dug around for his trunks. He finally found them, and with a shrug, undressed to put them on.
To his dismay, they barely stayed up. He tugged at the drawstring, but willpower was still all that kept them from sagging. "Heather?" he whimpered.
His wife emerged from the closet with the same predicament; both bikini top and bottom were too loose for c
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