Young Writers Society

I'm into mythical creatures so I decided to create a storybook for anyone who like mythical creatures. In this you will be a mythical creature in the land of Sada trying to make life against humans who would want to hunt you or enslave you. You're welcome to be any mythical creature (Ex:Dragon, Werewolf, Griffin, ect...). If you need help on thinking of a mythical creature PM me and I'll be happy to help.

List of possible creatures:
Elf
Dragon
Werewolf
Firedrake
Griffin
Hippogriff
Unicorn
Pegasus
Dyrad
Nymph
Centaur
Alan (Man/bird)
Roc
Harpy
and many more.

Name:Lethero
Race:Werewolf
Gender:Male
Age:32
Abilities:Can change form between human and Lycan whenever he pleases.
Description:Snow white fur and bloodshot eyes. Pitch black hard leather armor with a sheath on it's backside for his scimator.
Other:Leader of the Blood Paw Pack. Travels all over Sada looking for food and breeding grounds for his pack.

Name: Fyra
Race: Firedrake (small dragon, about the size of a medium dog)
gender: female
Age: 132
Description: Red scales, silver claws, yellow wings. Eyes glow.

Other: Fyra is fluent in many languages. Friendly, but has a temper. Has a strange, and sometimes cheeky, sense of humour, and is quite young. She can fight using her claws, teeth, and can breath fire in short bursts. Demands respect and can fly extremly well, being more nimble and streamlined then her larger cousins.

Fyra stretched lazily, wondering what would be in store for her today.
Her scales glinted in the light falling into the cave, high above the forests below.
She shook her head, and started to whistle eerily as she made her way to the mouth of the cave.

"Who goes there?" She stuck her head out of the entrance, surprising a man in dark armour leaning against the cliff face.

Lethero turns in surprise seeing a small scaly head peaking out of the gave he and his pack were passing by. He quickly transforms into his Lycan form and growls at the possible threat. "I be Lethero, leader of the Blood Paw Pack, and who be you."

Fyra laughed, a gentle chiming noise. "I'm Fyra, and I would calm down if I were you."

She emerged from the cave, shaking out her wings carelessly, pointedly ignoring the werewolve's threat.
She turned back to the werewolf and pulled her lips back in a rather pointy grin. "And who might you be, approaching a firedrake's home?"

The werewolf looked at the cave and back at Fyra. "You live here?"
Fyra laughed again. "I live everywhere in these parts, stranger."

"Me and my pack also be travelers," Lethero said. "And me and my pack travel where we please." He shifted back to his human form.
"You better be careful in these parts," the firedrake said, "I usually spot human hunting parties near these parts."
"We do not fear humans, we'll rip out the throats of any that cross our path."

"Ah, the humans have made another friend I see. They really have no clue when it comes to intelligent creatures, do they?"
Fyra stretched her neck lazily, before turning her eerily glowing eyes back on Lethero.
"Well, my friend werewolf, do you mind some company? I have little to do this day, and visitors rarely reach these parts."

"You may follow us, if you wish," Lethero said, "but be warned, we be very quick. If you fall behind we will not come back for you."

"Oh, I can keep up," retorted Fyra as she stretched out her wings.

"Ok," said Lethero and then he changed into his Lycan form and followed closely by his pack, started down the trail.

Name:Nicarga
Race:Werewolf
Gender:Female
Age:28
Abilities:Can change form between human and Lycan whenever he pleases.
Description:White coat with a blanket of black on her back, her right eye is a beautiful emraled green her left a sky blue. She is slender but strong. When in humen form she has long brown hair and smooth skin.
Other:Loner in the woods looking to find a pack to join.


Nicarga quietly ran alongside the pack, the leader had called it the Blood Paw Pack. She was just barely out of site, and hopefully out of smell.

Lethero pulls to a quick halt as he heres a snap of a twig. "Who be out there?" he called into the forest. With a small ruffling of leaves a white female Werewolf appears out of the forest.

Lethero quickly drew his sword trying to assess if this Werewolf was a threat or not.

Nicarga slowly backed away from the sword.

"You ask who was out there, now you try to kill me?" She asked, she searched the rest of the group, they were starting to spread out, one false move and she was dead.

She slowly laid down and licked her right paw, eyeing the leader. A small smiled formed on her lips as she did this.

"What are you smirking at," said Lethero, "we have you surrounded. And I should be the one asking you of your intentions: what are you doing here?" He sheathed his sword and took a step towards the foreign wolf.

Nicarga jumped up and growled as the wolf got closer to her.

"My intensions are not to harm you if that is what you wanted to know, but don't get any closer. I don't care if i'm surronded or not." She growled. She sat back down on her haunchs and smiled again, "I smirk cause you do not know where you are headed. THe only thing in that direction is a village."

"How can you be so certain of that?" Lethero aked. Keeping a hand ready to go to his sword he waited for the awnser.