Fenrir's Daughters: Opal Yaksha

Hello, I'm 22 years old and from a very ancient family. Where shall I begin?
We're responsible for the amount of dead sheep and cows in fields across the land, some blame it on wolves, coyotes, mountain lions, even aliens. We extract the innards, blood and eyes of the animals, then one of our physicians performs surgery to cut up in places to remove evidence such as our DNA and fang marks.
The farmers and police are mystified, and don't know what can do that. Many sceptics still blame wild animals. They're not far from the truth except it wasn't wild animals but werewolves.
I've never committed those things personally but my parents have. They've brought home the meat on the table. They've fed us three kids and we grew up on it. Yes we eat vegetables, wheat, corn, ginger and fruit also. Many people aren't understanding or knowledged on this.
Werewolves are omnivores!
I personally love chocolate. That is my favourite. I bet you didn't realise that werewolves enjoy other food varieties.
You probably didn't know that my ancestors were the people who invented curry. We mixed various ingrediants to come up with assorted spices, and put everything in a pot with meat, seeds and curry plants. We added rice and bread. It was to meant to decrease hunger and prevent sickness. We passed the technique onto the local farmers in the region, who taught their friends and families.
Being originally from the Indus Valley, we've passed down ways of science, medicine and art. Werewolves lived in Mohenjo-daro and ritually slaughtered animals in the same manner that my family do today. People copied our hunting traits and performed animal sacrifices. The ancient city was destroyed in a war between humans and werewolves.
Before that war flattened the city, many people regarded werewolves as "pure" Punjadzhana, then later on, we were hated and feared according to legends.
Throughout the world, werewolves have a demonic reputation. That isn't very surprising going by how we've behaved! Yet, it's only because we're a warrior species of people and not that much different to the psychotic aspect of humans. Except we have two bodies.
Each full moon I become a wolf, and I'm well behaved. Despite the notorious nature of my family, I'm nice and don't want to hurt anyone. I'm gentle as both human and wolf. I just seem unable to convince you of that. Nevermind.
My family moved to the United States in the early 19th Century. My family as well as extended families also. I'm also a dancer and worked on stage and in Hollywod films as an extra. This is fine with me because I work shifts.
Being in Fenrir's Daughters is quite amazing so that I can talk about my own family without prejudice coming from outside.

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Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert.

Fenrir's Daughters: Blossom Prowler

It's raining. The sky is dark, and tonight should be a full moon. I'm babysitting for the neighbours' kids tonight, as their parents are out. It's my first night doing the job for these children.
They might be too young. The eldest, Caleb, is nine years old. I started to shapeshift when I was thirteen years old so it will be many years until he transforms. I anticipate a night of taking them to bed, and having a fun relax in front of a good horror film, then a nap in my wolf's shape!
I will make sure the kids go to bed first. The neighbours are werewolves, so all the people in this part of town are. The houses in the streets are tall and dark red. The trees in the neighbourhood are white. It's pretty, like bone against blood. 
After tucking them in their beds I went downstairs. Got some coke, cookies, put the TV on and watched an old scary film in black and white. During the film itself, I was in waves of hot pain that comes with transformation. It was soon over, I learned to cope with it.
I'm now a wolf, with sleek grey fur that replaces my mousy coloured hair. I go and sit down on the carpet, and shut my eyes.
Then something moved down the stairs. I opened my eyes. Behind the door, a cute shape of a wolf pup appeared. It was sweet with brown fur with big blue eyes. It was the boy Caleb.
I was surprised.
Well, I couldn't doze off now. He kept me awake, and he was so difficult. He was scratching the front door and back door. He chewed shoes, the furniture, ripped magazines and books, used the carpet as a toilet, jumped at me whenever I wanted to rest, pulled my tail, left marks all over the sofa and armchairs, broke ornaments, constantly ran around, treated the downstairs like a playground.
I growled at him once, he looked worried for a moment, got the message and hit under the dining table. I waited, then dozed off on the living room floor. I was too worried thinking about the mess. Caleb's mom and dad will be furious with me.
The following morning, I woke up on the floor in my human form. Caleb was asleep on the sofa, now a little human boy in pyjamas. What on earth!
The place looked terrible! Caleb, as a wolf, must've done more damage after I fell asleep.
His parents returned home shortly.
"Blossom! Look at our house! What have you done! Get out!" Caleb's mom yelled.
That was it. I'm not allowed to babysit again. Just as well, I prefer something easier like doing a paper round. So if you want to babysit werewolf kids, just be prepared!
I'm 18 years old and in Fenrir's Daughters, which is a huge international club for werewolf women and girls. I wanted to share that story of mine with you. Other werewolves from Fenrir's Daughters have given some of their stories.
      
((The Fenrir's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne))
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Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert.

Fenrir's Daughters: Trina Spaka-Zvezda

Hello.
I'm anxious right now. The alpha werewolf, Vadik Okhota, gave a frightening speech at the community gathering last night. He wants to personally slay anyone who opposes him and tries to leave the village of Yad. He's a big powerful man with tattoos on his face. I'm scared of him.
The village we live in a village by a thick forest. We're cut off from the rest of the country and the entire world. We only have radio and some internet access but this is limited to the few. Vadik controls it. He decides who uses those things.
He does enable us to have fresh water running through out homes. The well is unused, but we've got a resevoir buried deep underground, filtered and clean. Our food source... we eat from the (infected) animals we hunt. Sometimes we grow food in green rooftop houses. It's all purified. Vadik gave us warmth and health. He's looked after us werewolves in the Chernobyl exlusion zone, and he's built this village and others throughout the deep irradiated forest.
We have our own country now. It's got no name as yet. It might be called Vadik's Land! We're werewolves and we can be free from everyone who would rather hunt us down. Atleast we're safe in here so others can't get us.
But Vadik, regardless of the wonders he's done, is powerful and strong. I've seen him kill my own father when I was only small. Vadik has a temper, and he's in charge. He's the biggest werewolf throughout the exclusion zone, and the most dominant and frightening in the world, I believe.
He turns into a wolf every night and prowls the forest. He is always awake. That man never sleeps. He can read minds too. I forgot to say he's telepathic as well as a helicopter pilot. As a wolf, Vadik is a very large ferocious black wolf with red eyes.There's something hellish about him.
I've never been under his watchful gaze. I'm not important enough. I'm just a silly teenager in the school that grows vegetables and cooks medicines.
There are thousands of other werewolves settled inside the Chernobyl zone. I live just a mile from the border. I have friends in the outside world though and sometimes I meet them. I've got internet friends too that I talk to when I'm on there although it's just 30 minutes each week.
Vadik's children have a TV set in their rooms. Vadik's family live in a castle that Vadik built 30 years ago. I've only watched the TV when I'm visiting the cafe. The rest of us werewolves live like peasants, given what we're given. No phones, no electrics, just basic things.
Okay time is coming up now. I told you my story and how it is living here in isolation. One day I hope to leave, but not until Vadik's reign is over. It mights be a long time. He won't let us go. I'm proud to be in Fenrir's Daughters that helps us all meet and talk to each other. The officer said Vadik wants me offline, as it's someone else's turn.         

((The Fenrir's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne))
All rights reserved. 
Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert.