Asahi | Mothman

Asahi | Mothman

Basic Info

Character Name

Asahi

Species

Mothman

Found in Chapter…

Chapter two

Storyline Includes:

  • Demisexual
  • aftercare
  • massage
  • romanceable but non-sexual

More to the story…

Once up a time, there was the Moon.

Moon had a sister, named Sun, who shone bright and beautiful in the sky. The people below loved her and offered her praise for her life-giving glow, which helped the plants grow and the people be strong and healthy. And though Sun was bright and full of joy, she insisted on sleeping for twelve hours each day. This left the people of the world helpless in the dark void. They were susceptible to predators and the wild things that dwell in the night.

Frightened, they begged Sun to help them.

“I can not do all of this by myself! You have enough light to work and play and do all the things you need to do! I must have my rest, or else I will not be able to burn at all, and everything will be left in darkness and desolation. I am sorry, but you have enough. Do not be greedy.”

But Moon heard their pleas and felt pity in her heart. She was not like her sister, bright and golden and beautiful. Instead, she was craggy and pale, with no light of her own. She wishes to help people, but how could she, when they could not even see her in the sky? They did not even know she was there, and so they could not pray to her for help.

Finally, the Moon went to her sister and asked for some of her light. “If you let me borrow some of your own light, I will brighten the sky for people in the night, and you in the day. Then we can both rest and be strong.”

“What a brilliant idea, sister!” Sun said, eager for help in her work. “Of course you may borrow some of my light! You will shine as magnificently as I do!” And Sun took some of her fire and gave it to Moon.

The moment Moon touched the blaze, it grew cold and snuffed out! She tried again. And a third time. But no matter how gently she tried to handle the fire, it chilled and turned to ash in her hands.

Sun sighed. “I am sorry sister. Truly I am. But it seems you are just too frozen to give off light. People will just have to keep getting on the way they are.”

But Moon was determined. She set out to find a way to gain her own light and to help the people below. As she wandered the world, searching for a way to gain light, she came upon a creature who fluttered about the campfires where people huddled in fear. It too seemed to worship the light as they did, and she gently took one in her hands. “Perhaps you may be of some help, moth. I am Moon, sister to your beloved Sun. I seek light that people might love the night as they do the day.”

The moth hummed, for this was in the days when many animals were the size of people, and he cleaned his powdery wings. “I think what you are after is very hard to find. There is firelight, but it is light borrowed from Sun. But you want your own light. Not just the light of another.”

“Indeed. If you can help me find light, a light of my own, I will reward you greatly.” Moon promised and kissed the little creature delicately.

“I will do my best for you, great lady!” The moth promised and took off. For many months, the insect was gone, until one day he returned to Moon, exhausted but proud. “Great Lady, I regret to inform you that what you want is not possible.”

“What? But how can that be?” Moon said, clearly bemoaning her fate.

“All light comes from your sister, Sun. I went first to the great Water, a cousin of yours, and asked how the light came to dance upon her face. Water deigned to speak with me. She told me that she turns her face towards Sun, and she was bathed in her light. I asked her “So you do not have light of your own?” and she said “No. I do not.” So next, I found your cousin Storm and spoke to her. “Do you have a light of your own?” I asked. “Yes.” She told me, and made great bolts of lightning that lit up the sky in a fury! “May I have some for your cousin, Moon?” I asked. Yet she said “No.” and made it rain so hard I was almost drowned in it!”

“That does not surprise me. Storm has always hoarded her powers jealously.” Moon said in despair. “You have done well, my friend, I only regret…”

“Wait, Great Lady! I am not finished! I vowed to help you, and so I shall!” The moth said with excitement. “I began the long journey home, worried that I would not be able to fulfill my vow to you. But then I began to think. If all light must come from the Sun, and the Sun is willing, why can she not share her powers with you?”

“Clever. But we have tried this already. I can not touch her fire or it grows cold in my grasp.”

“This may be true. But you can do what others do. You can reflect her light.” The insect twitched their long antenna. “Here is what you must do, Lady. You must polish your skin till it is smooth as a mirror. Then, when your sister begins to walk to make the day, follow behind her closely, but not too close.”

“Are you certain this will work, little friend?” Moon asked, hardly daring to believe it.

“Who can say? I am but a moth. But I think it will work.”

Moon smiled and patted his mane. “If it does, I will keep my vow and reward you well.”

The next day, as Sun began to grow weary of her walk, she traveled over the hill to seek her bed. The world faded to darkness, and the people grew afraid.

But over the arch of the distant horizon, a strong, silvery light began to grow. It rose up into the sky, and for the first time, the people met Moon in all her luminescent glory. The smiled at her as they did Sun, and were grateful for the quiet, tender light she offered. Moon turned to her friend the moth and lifted him up. “You have done well, and here, I will give you my gift. Your people will always dance in my light and be sacred to me.”

So it came that moths were sacred to the Moon. Frequently they dwelt in her temples, and the first moth who helped her was considered especially divine for having been touched by her hand. When they first priestess of Moon was chosen, she wedded the great moth, and he took her in his soft wings and they were together. Their children were considered to be creatures of immense power to heal, and often became priests in their own right.

Durion | Dragon

Durion | Dragon

Basic Info

Character Name

Durion

Species

Dragon

Found in Chapter…

Chapter two

Storyline Includes:

  • Size difference
  • Multiple orgasms
  • Mild dub-con

Art Gallery

More to the story…

Dragons do not hoard.

Dragon’s guard.

People often mistake one for the other, especially when the luster of gold overtakes their senses and they can not see past it to what the monstrous beast really considers to be treasured. After all, what purpose could a dragon really have for gold and jewels? No, the trinkets exist to distract the unwise and the greedy. Let them take their prize and think themselves the victors. Many a dragon has played dead and let a trespasser walk away with their prize rather than reveal the truth.

Dragons guard things that mortals were not meant to trespass upon. Tomes of knowledge that unleash Eldritch horrors beyond description. Portals that open the pathways between worlds. Things that are far too dangerous to be allowed into the unsteady and temperamental hands of humans and their dubious intent.

It is said that the first dragon was made when the Emperor of the Fae needed someone to guard the portals between the world of the fairy folk and that of humans. This first dragon was emerald green, and her name was said to be unpronounceable by any but the Emperor himself. He used her secret name to bind her to his purpose, and for three thousand years she was unwavering in her duty. But three thousand years is a long time, and fairies are not known for their patience. One day, the Emperor of the Fae was deposed, and it was not until after he had been relieved of his head that the new rulers discovered they had neglected to discern the name of the guardian dragon! Without her name, they could not open the portal! And she was most uncooperative.

“I know my duty! My lord may have been murdered, but my will is unwavering! Fight me if you dare!” She howled, winding herself around the base of her home and rearing up to invite an attack. The fae rulers retreated and began to scheme. For a hundred or so years (which is little enough in the life of a fairy, but infinitesimal in the life of a dragon), they did not dare approach again. But one day, a handsome young pucca was sent, with fine long horns and a clever smile. He brought with him hundreds of casks of dark red wine, and he approached the guardian dragon without the slightest fear.

“Good morning, fine lady!” He yelled up to her, the great beast watching him with interest. “Forgive my intrusion! I was wondering about and I saw your glittering scales and could not resist a closer look! Who are?”

But the dragon, who had been created and lived among the fae folk, was not foolish. “I am the great guardian of the portal between worlds! I am the untamable and unbroken! I was made by the Emperor of your people, and I will not be tricked by some upstart pucca!”

But the pucca laughed and shook his head. “You mistake me, great lady! I did not come to challenge! Who would I be to attempt such a thing?” He showed himself, his drab clothing and feral appearance discerning him as a fae of no court or means. “I merely came to quench my curiosity. Now that I have, I will be on my way.”

The dragon watched him for a moment, looking eagerly at the barrels of wine as her mouth watered. “Wait. What have you there?”

“This? Oh. I brew. I brew the sweetest and most delectable wine in a dozen realms. I was taking my wares to market when I spied you.” There was nothing trustworthy about the pucca’s smile, but it was no less charming for that fact. “Since I have bothered you from your duty, perhaps I could earn your forgiveness by offering up a few barrels.”

She looked with longing at the wine. Her Emperor had always been diligent in his treatment of her, but since he’s dead she had taken to hunting. She often missed his sweetmeats and wine he sent to thank her for her diligence. “I could be persuaded to take a few barrels from you.”

“Of course!” And the pucca gave her ten barrels filled so full that the wood was turning purple. He watched, that same easy smile on his face, as she drained each of them, spilling not a drop. She was, after all, a dragon of good breeding and manners. “Is your thirst quenched my lady?” he asked coyly.

“Ahhh. It has been a long time since I had wine!” She admitted keenly. If you chance this way again, I might be convinced to spare you in exchange for a few more barrels.”

And so the pucca began to come by every so often, waiting just long enough that the great dragon would wish for him to visit once more. He was a clever creature and made himself a good conversationalist as they visited, slowly earning her trust. One day, he came with twenty barrels and offered them to her. By now, she trusted him well enough to drink them without reservation.

The pucca waited until her eyes were heavy and her great coiled body began to loosen. Then, he began to speak to her in earnest. “I confess, great lady, I have found myself grown quite fond of you in these past years.”

“Hurumph. I confess I may be fonder of you than I am of most.”

“Flatterer. I imagine it must be lonely for you here in this far away land, guarding the portal.”

“Indeed. My Emperor once promised to make a mate for me, but he was unable to do so before he was deposed. I often wonder what it might have been like to have such a thing.” She confessed, sighing wistfully. “Do you have a wife?”

“A wife? No. No one yet has managed to tie me down and make an honest pucca out of me. I doubt any ever could, were I inclined to be honest. Yet I have pleased many a maid and man and found my pleasure in them. So it is not altogether bad, I think.”

The great dragon laughed. “Were you but a few hundred meters longer, I think we would make fine sport of one another!”

The pucca’s smile became thin, and his eyes devilish. “And what if I could?”

“Could what?”

“Make myself of a size more suited to your own.”

The dragon stared at him as though she dared not believe such a thing. “You can now! DO not lie to me, little pucca!”

“I would never!” He insisted, appearing insulted. “I promise no more than what I am capable of offering. If I could make myself suitable, and by these means, please you, what then?”

The dragon, who was wise, but also drunk and horny, laughed and did not believe him. “If you can, then I would give you my name!”

The pucca stood, took a few steps back, and grew himself, stretching his body and becoming of a suitable size and shape so as to work with the guardian dragon’s. So amazed was she that she did not consider how she would have to make good on her promise! The two of them fell into a great writhing, and for weeks neither spoke of anything save their entanglement.

But soon enough, the time came, and the pucca demanded the prize he had won by rights.

“Will you accept nothing else, my lover? I have much I could give.”

“I would receive it gladly, but I am afraid I was called upon to serve a sacred duty of my own, and as you guard the tree which connects our world to that of the humans, I can not renege on my vow.” He sighed mournfully, for he was fond of her in his own way. But when a fae offers their word, there is little they can do to change it. “But I make you this promise. I swore to those in power that I would discover your name, but not that I would share it with them! I will learn it, and I will keep it to myself. Telling no one.”

The guardian dragon spoke her name aloud, and the pucca locked it away in his heart. But he paid a heavy price for his little secret. For the ruling factions of the fae folk had a troublesome creature they wished to rid themselves of. Their intention was to banish her through the portal, and so when the pucca refused to reveal the dragons name to them, they tricked him into the portal as well, sealing him off from the rest of the fae. He knew that if he ever wished to return, he would be forced to reveal to his mistress that it was he who was the architect of her defeat, and he would have to be very foolish indeed to believe she would ever find it in herself to forgive him.

But the pucca took his own small revenge. For the guardian dragon found herself with a clutch of her own. And from this clutch, all the dragons of the realms are descended. Many chose to remain within the fae, but some, knowing their mother’s name from birth, have trespassed into the mortal realm. They have all the dignity of their mother and all the cunning of their father. Some have been entrusted through the centuries to guard many precious artifacts. Others have been worshiped as near gods. But all remember the value of secrets and the cost of letting them be known.

Guinevere | Merfolk

Guinevere | Merfolk

Basic Info

Character Name

Guinevere

Species

Merfolk

Found in Chapter…

Chapter two

Storyline Includes:

  • CBT
  • Tease & denial
  • Breeding
  • Group sex

More to the story…

Beneath the ocean waves lies a world few have ever seen, and fewer have survived seeing. The merfolk of the open ocean are a wild and often feral group. They do not welcome the interference of humans. It is unwise to approach them without having something they want or the invitation of their people to visit. Some have called them savage, but in truth, they have little reason to trust us at all. There are old tales of humans kidnapping merfolk, imprisoning them in a tank and turning them into crude taxidermy upon their death. Older tales include sailors molesting the poor creatures before throwing them overboard, often badly injured and hundreds of leagues from their territory. Offspring of these unions are not unknown, but they are not favored. Clutches resulting from human oceanic merfolk interactions are often abandoned to their own devices. It is not often that they survive till adulthood. Small wonder that the merfolk of the seas treat humans with mistrust and aggression.

On the other hand, freshwater merfolk are much more familiar with humans and are quite more open to communication! They are a lesser known species, and due to their ability to blend in with local fish can hide among the muddled waters. They have been known to wander through an entire river system, going where they please and returning to their homes when they’ve finished exploring. Unlike their wilder cousins, they are fond of interactions with humans! Extremely fond in fact.

Freshwater merfolk are born from large clutches of eggs which have been adhered to the base of plants to protect them from predators. After ninety days, they hatch, the spawn being no larger than a tadpole. Though they begin in the hundreds, larger fish, frogs, and other predators devour the newly hatched merfolk easily. Out of three hundred eggs, only one or two survive until adulthood.

Merfolk are unusual beings when it comes to gender and mating preference. Given their limited ability to find others of their kind, they are capable of changing their gender according to their needs. They are otherwise ambiguous, their genitalia tucked discreetly into their cloaca. They are genetically receptive towards humans, some, in fact, preferring them over other merfolk. They adore their offspring, protecting them with greater fervor than the oceanic merfolk.

Asim | Forest Entity

Asim | Forest Entity

Basic Info

Character Name

Asim

Species

Forest Entity

Found in Chapter…

Chapter two

Storyline Includes:

  • encasement
  • mind fuck
  • body modification
  • overstimulation

Artwork Gallery

More to the story…

All forests are alive. The older the growth of the trees, the more self-aware the woods are. New woods are still too young and bright. They have not developed enough to feel out things and become aware of the many creatures who wander beneath the canopy. Yet, some of the oldest forests are said to sing with the swaying of their branches. They reach out with heavy boughs to protect what dwells within. Old forests are sentient, and that is why you feel eyes staring at you when you walk in them. They know you are there, and they are waiting to see if you mean them harm. They will defend themselves or lead others to act in their stead. The older the forest, the more cautious you must be while within in.

Occasionally, though more rarely now, the forest itself will become possessed of the will to become ambulatory. It is difficult to accomplish, as nearly all of the magical things that once dwelt here have long since left. A forest must be sufficiently ancient and have some magical beings dwelling within it to accomplish such a thing. As the energy builds, it becomes fertile, allowing the forest itself to develop the means by which to form a body. The forest will often collect whatever they find appealing. Bones, furs, discarded branches, flowers, and whatever else it decided to use in order to create a form to inhabit.

These entities are often mistaken for gods, and it’s no wonder considering the fearsome and awe-inspiring figures they must present. But while they are powerful, they are not divine, nor do they consider themselves to be godly. It is difficult to know much about these entities, as they do not form often and are a reclusive species. However, they do seem to share similar traits. They have a propensity for being both wise and naive, having dwelt within themselves for centuries or even millennium. They are very shy, only showing themselves if they must, however, their curious natures make them follow around newcomers to their territory. They do not need to eat to sustain themselves, although their cobbled bodies may break down and require replacement parts from time to time.

They do not have a concept of gender in the way we would grasp it, though occasionally some choose to acquire the necessary parts to present as a gender if they wish. They do not require sex, as they do not reproduce in the way many animals do. But these entities do seem to have the same yearnings for intimacy and companionship as any other creature. Their presence is a mental one, and it’s not unknown for them to link themselves with someone they become fond of, allowing for a shared experience of intense, burning stimulation. Those who have experienced have difficulty describing it accurately, often saying it is “orgasmic” without being an orgasm. A “mind-fuck” that leaves one drained, disoriented, and ecstatic for hours after.

As with all magically endowed creatures, there is a risk in becoming closely involved with them. These forest entities have a view of life as being cyclical in nature. Birth, life, death, and renewal is all one to them, and they are very patient beings. They understand the decay of things as merely one step in the immense cycle of creation, and on a few very frightening occasions, have decided to keep those they have become intimate with. When they do so, they befuddle their lover making the human body languid and malleable. They will then ensnare them in thickly rooted branches, encasing them as they slowly drift off into a deep slumber. Utilizing their power and knowledge, the entity will then break down the body of flesh and blood to it’s most basic components, and spend centuries reconstructing it. Effectively, they are making their new companion immortal at the cost of the body that existed before. Whether or not their new companion consented to this transaction is up for debate, as no one has been around after the process is completed in order to ask.

Grimtooth | Goblins

Grimtooth | Goblins

Basic Info

Character Name

Grimtooth the leader and his  horde of Goblins

Species

Goblin

Found in Chapter…

Chapter two

Storyline Includes:

  • This character does not include sex scenes

More to the story…

Goblins, trolls, and orcs are all related, though you’ll never hear any of them admit to it. It is considered that if orcs and trolls are siblings through the same father, goblins are the cousins that no one invites to the reunions. It is not my intention to be crude or ill-mannered in regards to their people. However while walking among the orcs, one is set in the midst of a culture. A tribe of people with their own social structures and philosophy. Trolls, which once were counted as solitary and feral creatures, have become a society and intermingled as a people. Goblins, while they do congregate, are better described as a hoard.

They are the shock troops of the supernatural world and are most often used to that effect when there are feuds between factions. Goblins scramble about the fae realms, allied most often with the Unseelie revelries, but it is not unheard of for the Seelie courts to hired rouge goblins to accomplish ends they would rather not be connected to. But even the wildest and deep woods unseelie revelry does not care to associate with the goblins on a social level. They are the dark secret of the fae world. Part of it, yet on the outside of the revelry.

Goblins form into large groups of anywhere from a few dozen to over a hundred. These groups, best known as hoards, dwell together in underground caverns. Their skin is sensitive to bright lights and dry climates, and so the dark, moist caves are an ideal environment. Goblins are scavengers by nature, taking whatever they can find and making it work for them. They are a clever and creative species, and it is fascinating to see their ways of maintaining their environment.

However, it is not advised for one to risk their lives by snooping on goblins. The power structure within a hoard is a tenuous one. There is often one goblin who holds nominal power over the others due to their age or ferocity in battle. But to appease their numbers, they are prone to allowing their followers to amuse themselves with intruders. As creative as they are with their scavenging, they are much more inventive with their entertainments. Crude, but effective.

The only real way to ensure survival with a goblin hoard is they have the patronage of a higher fae. A lord, lady, or one of the noble courts who has a handle over them. If there is a more powerful fae in charge of them, even the most violent and feral hoard will hesitate to attack lest they feel the wrath of their patron.

Julio | Werewolves

Julio | Werewolves

Basic Info

Character Name

Julio

Species

Werewolf

Found in Chapter…

Chapter two

Storyline Includes:

  • Polyamorous
  • Rough sex
  • knotting
  • Biting/scratching

More to the story…

The Norse believe they came when the great Fenrir, son of Loki, fell in love with a human woman and begat sons of her. The Greeks believed they were the children of Lycaon, punished by Zeus for serving human flesh at a meal and damned to wander as a wolf for all eternity. The Mongol people believed that their shamans held such powers as to transform voluntarily and held them in high regard. In fact, many cultures with totemic belief structures felt this to be entirely possible in one form or another. Some said their holy folk could take on the body in real physical form, others could inhabit the mind of a wolf. Perhaps there is some truth to all iterations, for in the modern era we understand that there are two types of werewolves; the Hereditary (or Gifted) lycanthrope & the Contracted (Bitten/Cursed) lycanthrope.

Hereditary lycanthrope occurs as a dominant trait in the genes. It is passed down through generation to generation with varying levels of success depending upon the mate of the werewolf in question. For example, two HL’s will produce an offspring with the HL trait 90% of the time, allowing for a roughly 10% variation which can occur, creating a dormant genetic code. This means that while the offspring carry the HL gene, they will not exhibit any traits from their parents, but will instead pass it on to their eventual offspring. An HL and a human mate stand a 60% chance of having offspring with the HL gene with 30% chance of offspring who will carry the gene as a recessive trait, passing it down through the family line. There exists a 10% chance that the offspring will exhibit no traits whatsoever, earning them the nickname of runts.

Hereditary lycanthropes have many advantages over the less favored Contracted lycanthropes. For one thing, they learn about their traits early, assuming they have a parent around with the trait. They begin learning how to control their transformations as soon as they are able. Though prone to emotional outbursts in youth, which can often trigger the state, they typically gain greater control over time till they have full ability to focus their gifted abilities in adulthood. Gifted lycanthropes maintain language skills and full possession of their human minds even while fully transformed. They also have the usually increased senses, heightened strength, and prolific stamina. Because of this, whenever a pack of werewolves is formed, you will likely find a hereditary lycanthrope in a position of authority and leadership.

But even with all of this in mind, there are few Hereditary lycanthropes left. The reasons for this are unknown. Some state that while the likelihood of producing an HL offspring is high, the birthrate is low, with many offspring not surviving. Others state that as the world becomes a smaller place, many werewolves are choosing not to breed out of fear for their secrets being exposed and their kin hunted down. Others of a more spiritual mindset say that this ability was a gift. Something given to a family by gods whose names and rites we don’t remember. Such a gift can only last so long before it eventually loses power along with the gods that gave it. But such theories are understandably difficult to prove.

CL or Contracted lycanthropes are much more common as their condition simply requires a bite or a scratch to impart to another. A CL, having not been born with the condition, often goes through a period of illness, not unlike pneumonia between their first contact and final stages of the virus. Once the virus begins to enter its final stages, the CL will find themselves feeling much stronger with heightened senses and stamina, but it comes at a cost. Not having the training and expertise of an older, more stable werewolf, they will not know how to control their transformations when they come. This puts not only themselves but anyone else around them at risk. CL attacks are often mistaken for cougar or bear victims, leaving behind very little with which to identify the body beyond teeth.

Contracted lycanthrope is, thankfully, not passed down through genetics. It must be something picked up through injury from another Cursed member. Even if two CL’s were to breed, they would stand no chance of producing an offspring with the genetic traits to become a werewolf. However, if an HL and a CL were to mate, there would be a 75% chance of producing a viable HL offspring, with a 20% chance of dormant genes and a 5% of a runt in the litter. However, there would be a much higher chance of having no viable offspring at all, making this a notable risk for a mated pair.

There are several disadvantages to being CL beyond the lack of training and support. Contracted lycanthropes often have no sense of self while in their werewolf form. They often describe the experience as experiencing sleep paralysis, where they are both the victim of the terror and the one perpetrating the terrible deed. They can do nothing to stop themselves, and some part of them doesn’t want to. Many deny what is happening, much to the detriment of the local population. Others gain a quick understanding and do their best to isolate themselves from people during the full moon.

There are two big differences between a CL & and HL that should be taken seriously. The first; during a full moon, a Hereditary lycanthrope remains in control of their transformations. Though some have described the urge as being much stronger, and the need to hunt in the forests as almost undeniable, they can still return to human form when they wish and restrain themselves if they aren’t in a good situation to change. A CL, on the other hand, has no choice. They will transform during the nights of the full moon and remain that way until the phase has passed.

The second, a Contracted lycanthrope is much more prone to a condition known to the werewolf community as ‘berserk’. One might compare it with going feral, or perhaps even rabid if the stage is advanced enough. A berserk werewolf will no longer recognize it’s own, no longer be able to tell the difference between pack or prey. They will treat everything as an enemy and launch themselves into a fight without the slightest provocation. A berserk is not the same thing as an inexperienced werewolf. An inexperienced CL will still understand that humans are meant to be avoided unless they pose a threat. They will seek out animal prey and behave for the most part like a lone wolf without the protection of a pack. A berserk CL is reckless, ravenous and brutal. And in their deranged state, it can often take the full strength of a pack to subdue them or, if no help can be found, end them. There is some folklore which pertains to medallions, bracelets or rings which are imbued with special properties, allowing them to help a berserk lycanthrope regain their self-control. But they are so rare that most modern werewolves think they are just myths.

Werewolves of both types have a strong pack mentality. While Cursed werewolves have a tendency to live alone due to simple ignorance, it is not unknown by any extent for Gifted werewolves to seek them out and offer them a chance at self-control and a relatively normal life. With time, patience and practice, most CL’s will learn how to control themselves and retain a human mindset in their werewolf form. The support of a good pack with a firm leader seems to strengthen this ability. Provided with guidance and support, a pack can live in a crowded city block and you’d never know it. You might just think the neighbors had very noisy dogs.

The pack is everything. This mentality extends any human members of your family that are willing to keep a secret. They are entitled to the security and protection the pack provides, as well as some of it’s more unusual favors.

Werewolves may choose mates. These are romantic and platonic pairings in which two or more weres are deeply in love and pledge themselves together for as long as they wish. It is a fervent emotional bond, and it is not unusual for a mated pair to break off and go form their own pack, keeping ties to their original one in case of emergency. However, most packs are polysexual, allowing for a wide variety of partners. They have no complaints about willing humans joining in, so if you find yourself as the member of a pack, try to be too shocked if your significant other is invited to come and rut under the full moon. Some have theorized that this maintains pack discipline and camaraderie. Other’s that the increased stamina of a werewolf needs some outlet, and sex is just as good as a hunt.
Because of this, looking after offspring is considered a group effort. In urban and suburban areas it is quite common for a pack to reside in different houses, but in rural areas, a pack will often keep a group home where everyone can reside comfortably. The pack is expected to work together to function and ensure everyone gets what they need. The pack is a family, and family takes care of its own. This is beneficial in many ways, but mostly because werewolves have a huge appetite, and it takes a lot of effort to keep a pack of any size well fed!

Lycanthropes have a sort of mish-moshed tradition that has come together over the last several decades. The most important hunt in a young lycanthropes life is their first “Grappel”. During this, they are expected to catch and bring in a deer (or similarly sized prey animal) without harming it. This proves to the leader that they are in control of their instincts and abilities and can be trusted not to give over to the wolf. Most HL’s are capable of this by their twelfth year. It is understandable that CL’s, not having been training since infancy, may not achieve this ability until much older, if at all.

Hereditary werewolves can live closely with humans, especially in rural areas where their unique skills and abilities can be useful. It is not unheard of for a farmer to contract a werewolf for essentially the same purpose as a sheepdog! They pay them to patrol their herds, piss on a few trees to mark territory and generally keep out real wolves, coyotes, cougars and other creatures who present a real threat. They don’t like to be out in the open as their real selves, so provided the farmers are willing to keep a secret and the pay is decent, most werewolves don’t mind the job. They do have a tendency to enter into work fields that allow them to be close to large expanses of land. It’s not uncommon to find werewolves among forest rangers, forest firefighters, game wardens and the like. Contracted lycanthropes have a much more difficult time and often choose to live in the wilderness as far from people as possible unless they have a pack and have been taught to control their change.

There is no real enmity between gifted and cursed werewolves on a large scale. They can’t afford for there to be any. If a gifted werewolf hears of problems in an area that point to someone being cursed, they will go out of their way to help, attempting to find the uncontrolled werewolf and get them away from people. If possible, they’ll remain until they can help get the contracted lycanthrope to control their changes. If needed, they’ll take them back to their pack so they can have others around to assist.
If absolutely necessary, they will deal with the issue permanently. There is just too great a risk if humans as a whole discover that werewolves exist.

As far as other ‘supernatural’ creatures go, lycanthropes seem to have the most difficulty with any other territorial species. Harpies, drayds, large wyrms and the like are libel to find difficulties if they get into a pack’s territory. Any kind of threat display will provoke a fight, and while most other supernatural entities are not prone to contracting lycanthropy, it is generally best to avoid confrontation.

On the whole, werewolves live as long as humans do, though they are less prone to many of the degenerative diseases that plague the elderly. Alzheimers, dementia, osteoporosis, and arthritis are unlikely to prove an issue for werewolves, even in their later years. They often maintain a healthy and active lifestyle well into their nineties.