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I never know what to say on these things. I am me. A woman in her twenties who loves to sing, write, read, draw, netflix and chill.
I'm a huge fan of goth/alt/rave/ subcultures, the fashion and music that goes with them and any and all fantasy/scifi/supernatural/mystery genres. I'm here because I have a vivid imagination and there are stories in my head that i want to get out and share with the world.

To the intrepid reader; I hope you enjoy my work and that it brings you into the worlds created in my mind. Please comment, vote and share. I welcome PM's as well. Thank you for reading and please come back anytime, grab a hot cup of coffee or tea, snuggle up with your favorite blanket and let me tell you a story or two.

My interests are broad and varied.
I love to game, mostly PC and Console. I love writing of course, reading, a wide range of music, and also a wide range of movies and TV shows.

Favorite Books
There are too many to name them all, but to give you an idea.
The Abhorsen Trilogy
Crown Duel
Lord of the Rings(All)
The Dark Prince
Bone crossed

Favorite Authors
Sarah Douglass, Patricia Briggs, J.R.R Tolkien, and way too many more to name here.

Favorite Movies
Harry Potter(all)
Lord of the Rings(all including the hobbit.)
Many others...

Favorite TV Shows
Supernatural, Arrow, The Flash, Ghost Whisperer, Medium, Glee, Big Bang Theory, Gotham, Orphan Black, Firefly, Merlin, Camelot, and many more.

Favorite Music
Pretty much anything.
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The Therian-Chapter Ten

"No, he's an Alpha, not a president. Besides, I have a feeling he'd happily make time for you."

Two days had gone by. In a matter of hours, the third day would be gone. She blinked in surprise as she double checked her cell phone. She wasn't even aware that much time had gone by. She'd spent the entire time curled up in a ball of tears and self-pity...

The Therian-Chapter Eight

I shall tell you the story of the origin of the werewolves. The Lupus Antiqua.

It was night out, and hard to see where they were going. All she knew for sure was that she was driven on and on through the forest by the barrel of her father's rifle and the fanatical gleam in his eye.  As best she could tell, he was about halfway to th...