Thread: Storyteller seeks male writer with great imagination and loves fantasy!

RE great storiescharacters vampires, demons, angels, witches and more! Come! My O.C werewolves idea A Piece of Heaven On the edges of a large city inside a desert lays a forest reaching up from a large group of mountains that stretch up away from the city. So close, yet so far, and in there, where people often vacation, have a summer home, camp, visit and go skiing in the winter, the surroundings change completely. Within these well visited mountains, lies a pack of ancient animals, wolves , that easily shape shift into their original form of human into the secret pack. Why are they there and why for so long? How did they get there to begin with? A secret they hold, and the packs alpha male recently gets killed, not by an illegal hunter, but from the only thing that can kill them...an allergic reaction to silver, when he was seen by the child of some local campers whose mother panicked, and he was just sleeping, tucked away nicely in a ground level crevasse in a mountains wall, All the while the main pack was at a distance, as he took up the days work of the scouting mission and the pack was too far to do anything fast enough but to hear him howl in pain as he died, catching him off guard and trapped in the crevasse, she threw her good silver knives at him she had grabbed from the camper and managed to get one mild butter knife into him, causing allergy and death to occur. Arriving at where he died, they only found a human and took the body and the hysterical mother into the city. The news was filled with the accidental murder and the pack no longer had it's alpha male. When the pack arrived, nothing was left but the smell of humans everywhere. In great pain and sorrow, Moro, the wolf's alpha leader howled loud and clear, leading the rest of the pack to do the same, filling the wolf free mountains to ring and echo their song of loss. As time passes, the pack needs a new alpha male and Moro's job, along with the pack is to find the right one. Resting under the cover of the immense evergreen trees, disguised as she was, Moro, the white wolf drifted back into revere when they first came into being. Human they were then, the first occupants of this great land, living in small clans as hunters and gatherers. They scavenged and hunted the great saber tooth and the fearsome wooly mammoth back then. Supplying them for weeks, the catching of such a magnificent brother of their land was great and a sacred act indeed. One night, as they slept the night came filed with light and a great crash was heard. All gathered around, young, old, man and woman at this amazing omen. All gathered their things to find where the great light had landed. Traveling far, non stop, they all came upon a great hole in the ground. At the center of it was a glowing and beautiful orb. So hot it was, no one dared approach it for days until it cooled. Finally, moving as one, after consulting the white haired wise woman, they all crawled down the great hole in the ground to the still glowing orb. Colors of the rainbows in the skies flecked through it and around it as they each took the orb one by one, passing it to all members of their clan. So cold by this time, they were covered in the skins of the mighty and sacred wolf to keep warm while they waited. In awe they passed it through and to everyone until finally reaching the white haired wise woman of the clan for her to hold and keep. Taking it back to their village in the icy tundra, they retired to their huts, happy that this was a great sign of things to come for them. In her hut, the white haired wise woman, Moro, kept the orb next to her as she slept, knowing what would happen and laid there waiting. As the next morning approached, all the members of the clan found themselves changed into the forms of the wolves of the coats they were wearing but able to communicate with their thoughts and a natural ability to communicate through sounds and calls. Going on for a while, Moro finally approached them and told them of what and why this had happened and that now it was their sacred duty to protect the orb from the rest of the world forever, for from now on, both human and wolf they were, they would never die by age. Pulling back her head dress to release her white flowing hair in the wind, everyone's skin colors had changed to different colors in their human form and matched their coats while in human form. All gathered and this wonder, they, now as wolves knew they needed a pack leader both female and male. Never taken as a lover nor chosen as a lover or husband, Moro was selected immediately to be the alpha female. The problem arose when the current leader of the tribe wanted to remain their leader and the alpha but destiny had something different in mind. A young warrior, the most skilled among the group was suddenly seized by a white guiding light and pulled him next to Moro's side. He was to be her mate. A great argument broke out and the clan leader issued a challenge to the young warrior. In this battle, the warrior was the victor and the old leader of the clan became an outcast for contradicting the will of the orb and of their destiny. He would never forgive nor ever forget.... Running from his past, he went through his current job duties at the base of the mountain of this national reserve, grabbing a smoke when he could and checking the parking and the grounds. Memories of pain flooded through him of his fights and kills in the underworld of cage fighting and of the time he lost control and didn't throw a fight when he was supposed to. Causing many people to loose a lot of money, they taught him a nasty lesson by taking his wife, binding him up and made him watch in horror as they gang raped her, mutilated her and finally killed her. Acting beaten and submissive, at the first chance he could, he ran... he ran as far and hard as he could from all the pain and that world. Now here he is, always looking over his shoulder and torn by the memories of his past, he was bending down in his khaki shirt and pants, picking up garbage from the tourists. Loving to stroll amongst the quiet canyon when he could, he often did that at night in times of quiet, safety and peace. Moro in wolf form Moro in human form Him in Wolf form Him before the Change Once fully changed, them together, the new alphas of the pack The Memory of Wolves