Moonlight, save me

Dearest Virginia,

You, me and us. That's what family is all about. A cozy little pack that looks out for each other, keeps each other safe and warm.

For a long time it was just me. My family were dead and the extended family of my mom's pack didn't want a half wolf that looked like a human around them. So I looked out for myself, I hunted away from farmland, stole when I had to. Mostly, I kept out of trouble because I had no one who would bail me out if something happened to me. I was never a bad Wolf, well, no more than I was forced to be. I never asked to be discriminated against.

When I was caught sheep poaching, I thought that was it. I was sure I was destined to go the same way as my parents; farmers aren't known for their forgiving nature. But I wasn't burnt, the farmer was cruel, he knew that being cooped up in the Snow White Memorial Prison was a far worse punishment than death for a wolf. I was trapped and itching, the moon and night calling to me, and all I could see was the cold, dull stone of my cell.

I was desperate when the Dark Queen came to me. I'd have agreed to anything to get out. So I did.

I gave her my freewill and became her slave, in return for the moon.

And then you came along, love of my life. You broke the spell and gave me back my freedom, truly.

I love you more than the moon.

And soon, it will be us, and we will have our own pack, our own family.

We will always keep each other safe and warm.

Love always,

- Wolf

Fandom: 10th Kingdom
Muse: Wolf
Wordcount: 297

Twenty-eight questions that have been making the rounds.

1.Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

( The rest... )

What do I believe in?

Belief is a funny thing, the things that most people may say they believe in I don’t have to because I know that they are real. For example; I don’t have to believe in fairies, because I’ve met them. Don’t go clapping your hands for them – they’re mischievous little… grrrr… troublemakers.

I’ve climbed a beanstalk and had to hide from a giant inside a pumpkin. Don’t ask; there was a very large portion of steak involved and it was the wrong time of the month for me to be thinking rationally. I’ve met witches and trolls. You don’t need to believe in fairytales, because they are true.

I once believed in humanity. I was foolish enough to believe that, when my mother’s pack cast her out because she had fallen in love with a human, other humans would take us in and care for me and my brothers and sisters. I was wrong. The kind of wrong that you can’t take back.

I believe in love. I believe that love can be dangerous and get you killed. I believe love can make you better than you were before.

I believe in destiny.


Muse: Wolf
Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Words: 197

If there’s one thing he’s learnt to be wary of, its mirrors. They’re tricky things, hiding secret doorways to other worlds, or getting young beauties with ivory skin in trouble, or simply providing links to evil witches who should have just shrivelled up and turned to dust a long time ago.

Just because he’s in the 10th Kingdom now, it doesn’t mean that he should expect a mirror to do nothing more than reflect his image. There’s magic here as well. Sure, Virginia laughs at him and tells him that there are “scientific explanations” for the little people in the box she calls “TV”, but he’s the one who gets to laugh when she can’t tell him exactly what that would be then.

This mirror is a gift from her grandmother, and that alone is enough to put his hackles up; he did try to eat her after all. And, he’s pretty sure the old hag could actually be a witch….

He frowns into the mirror and is surprised to see that the only thing it shows is himself. Cocking his head to the side, he lets a slow smile spread over his face, his eyes widening as he inclines his head, just slightly nodding forwards.

“Hello there,” he greets his reflection and bats his eyelids, once. He runs his fingers through his hair: He still has it.

At first he doesn’t notice the transition, he’s too busy grooming himself, admiring the thick bushy hair on the top of his head. By the time he glances back down at his eyes, they’re already glowing an eerie yellow. He has to double check himself:- He’s not trying to charm or scare anybody, and it’s the wrong time of the month for them to be doing that without him willing them to first. In fact, his eyes are still the normal blue; he knows they are, he can feel it. But that’s not what’s reflected back at him

As if to prove a point, his pupils abruptly contract into slits, his eyes tightening a little so that his laughter lines suddenly look harsher and meaner. His nose crinkles and his lip rolls back in a snarl. He’s not watched his own transformation for years, not since he was a curious pup who didn’t understand yet what it meant to be what he was. The elongation of his eyeteeth disturbs him. Even in his nice, civilised mouth, they were always a little on the pointy side, but now they are long and sharp and malevolent.

All the better to pierce your pretty neck with, a voice inside his head drawls.

He raises his hand to his mouth in shock and sees the tapering of his fingers, the bony knuckles and talon-like fingernails. Sweeping his hand away just as quickly, he examines it, holding it between the mirror and himself. Tidy manicured nails, fleshy fingers….

He drops his hand back down and sees the face reflected back at him: His hair is lank and falling wildly over his face, sweat beads his skin, the slits of his eyes dart back and forth desperately, his tongue lolls from his mouth as he pants.

There is blood.

It’s everywhere. It stains his mouth with vibrant crimson. It is smeared over his chin and splashed over his cheek. A smudge of red is dotted on the tip of his nose.

And he knows.

He has never, ever, killed a human, even at his worst, when the moon makes him crazy and out of control. But this is a big claustrophobic city, not open rolling countryside. He needs to hunt. He needs the thrill of the kill. He needs to gorge himself on hot pumping blood, and no amount of rare steak is going to suppress that urge forever.

The Wolf in the mirror grins wickedly at him from the future. All Wolf can do is howl forlornly and pray that it’s not Virginia’s blood tainting that smile.


Muse: Wolf
Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Word count: 661

I’m afraid of being found out for what I am.

It’s a survival instinct. I come from farming country and farmers don’t like wolves, we have a bad habit of finding sheep irresistible. It’s not my fault, I didn’t ask to be born half-wolf, I didn’t ask for the monthly mood swings and the lure of the full moon. I didn’t ask to be tempted by a nice fleshy, succulent, rump. Trollops in woolly jumpers, sheep are.

I watched them burn my family when I was but a cub. They dug them out of the den, chained my mother and tied my father to a stake. My siblings were crammed into a cage and thrown on the fire too. I’ll never forget the howls and the smell of singed fur, of burning flesh.

I nearly met the same fate once. They’d tied me to the stake, were ready to light the fire, and I was innocent! I hadn’t even killed the girl! But, I’m a wolf, of course I’m guilty….

Virginia saved me.

Virginia gave me a second chance.

And now we’re in her world and I’m afraid of being found out even more. At least half-wolves exist in my world. Here, I’m not a threat to sheep; I’m a threat to humanity. I’m different and different is scary and needs to be poked and prodded and experimented on and cut open. I don’t think that Virginia even realizes, I don’t want to upset her, not in her condition, but I’ve watched the magic box called TV. I’ve seen what Humans do…

I’d cut my tail off if I thought I wouldn’t die from the blood loss.

Virginia’s carrying my young, our cubs. I don’t know what they’ll look like when they are born. I’m afraid that they will be cursed with tails.



Muse: Wolf
Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Word count: 303

Butter would not melt in my mouth. Okay, it would melt. Of course it would melt, but very slowly.

I’m Wolf.

I suppose the name is a little misleading, as I’m only half-wolf. But all the good parts *smiles charmingly*

I was born in the 2nd Kingdom and spent most of my childhood in Red Riding Hood Forest. Yes, she did exist; she was a strong woman who helped to shape the Kingdoms. But, she died a long time ago, as did Happily Ever After.

To answer your inevitable curiosity: My mother was a wolf, my father was a human. The rest of my siblings were born in wolf form, I was the only one to look like a human child. Farmers burned all my family to death. I’m not the only half-wolf left, but we tend to keep our identities secret; admitting to being a wolf shortens your lifespan considerably.

I have a tail. I’m a slave to the moon. Once a month I tend to get a bit cranky and want to bite people’s heads off… Not literally, though…. Well, as long as you aren’t a chicken….

I have a massive appetite. My psychiatrist said that I was using food as a substitute for love, but I have love now and I could still eat a horse.

I helped to save the Kingdoms and I received a Royal Pardon on behalf of all wolves for it. Not that farmers pay much attention to pieces of paper when they’re charging at you with a pitchfork.

I now live in the 10th Kingdom, New York to most of you, with the love of my life; Virginia. Can you believe I ever wanted to eat such a dreamy creamy girl? She’s my mate, and we’re expecting cubs any time now.

Perhaps there still is such a thing as Happily Ever After.


Muse: Wolf
Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Wordcount: 290, not including quote