𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 sets on another night. As the silver moon was shown, everyone was going to bed. All except of one. In this large castle there is a man. A man named Mystical Lycanson. He isn’t from here or born here originally. He came from a realm far away. The king known as Odin, brought him here before the Dark Elves nearly destroyed the palace. The ebony haired prince was heading out of his room. The night is beautiful for him. In this time of day, he feels alive and so free. He isn’t a god. No body worships the prince.
He didn’t want to be worshiped in the first place.
He is the only known werewolf prince in Asgard. Lycanhiem the place he came from has tons. Not just wolves, but other animals too. So how did Mystic end up here? That is a story for another day. Mystic loves going on runs. It makes him free. Still he’s insecure.
To humans, werewolves are monsters. They are bloodthirsty creature with a horrible attitude and fearsome looks. However Mystic possesses none of those. He is only fierce when he’s in battle or if he’s upset.
Tick tick. The clock was ticking. He reached the forest. Mystical took off his clothes. He pulled them down until he was bare completely. He concentrates on a form. His true natural canine self.
The Change happens.
His bones crunches. His tailbone stretches into that of a fluffy tail.
Black fur, as dark as night covered his entire body. Mystical Lycanson isn’t a killer. He isn’t a monster. He is a prince. Soon the human form was no longer present. He fell on all fours as black wolf.
His fur was sparking underneath the moonlight. Mystic was a very beautiful wolf. So majestic.
The canine let out a howl. He pulled his head up in the sky.
The howl says, “I am free. Now it’s my night.” That’s the howl.
Mystic looked at the palace. It was golden and there were a few lights.
Mystic then rushed into the forest. His heart was racing. This freedom. It felt very good. He loves doing this. He does. Tonight, it’s his turn.
His turn to take over the forest. Mystic sees the forest as an opportunity to be himself. This was going to be an amazing night.
He looked up. He felt one thing.