Brainstorming and Werewolves


So, I met a girl the other day and showed her this blog. She saw my writing samples on here and asked to read more so I sent her a lot of what I had for the Brynn story and she actually gave me some good ideas for some of the characters you guys haven't met yet. So I thought I'd share something about one of the characters which you haven't met yet. Hence the "Werewolf" part of this posts title ;)

His name is Samuel, and here's just a quick scene from his backstory:

Samuel felt the rush of the wind flowing through his fur. He loved the feel! It was one reason he'd chosen to run alone in the forbidden forest in his wolf shape. He'd been running for an hour or more, and he'd just decided to run back to the village where he and his fellow wolfen kin were staying for a time, when he heard the war cry of his brothers and sisters. He ran faster, but a voice halted him: "Samuel, stay where you are! Run for help! Your help alone won't help us at all!! GO!!!" Samuel ran as fast as he could, searching his mind for their pack leader. What he found scared him more than anything hthat had happened thus far in his life. He ran as fast and as far as his weary body would allow. He fell in a heap, five miles from the battle, where he felt the last of his brothers and sister fall away from the bond. Dead. All dead.

I hope you enjoyed the glimpse inside his head and I look forward to sharing more with you as more comes to me. Thanks for taking the time to check out my blog!

Love y'all!

<3Cade

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