I Am A Real Werewolf Forum & Chat Board | lost and searching

     we all have these feelings. You have to relax and enjoy the shift. the
question is whats real and what is a dream. They are both realities in
and of themselves. Just learn to love yourself and find your place in nature.
      I suggest looking into the flame of a candle, fireplace or campfire
in the dark. see the colors and their absence, materiality without structure,
a chaotic view of shape size andsubstance, its hypnotic dance is like our psyche. everchanging. this will give your problems a smallness and a release of emotional pain.
     Well my friend, I feel your pain, your emptyness, there are no real answers that I know of. All I can tell you is the hollow ache inside you
will go away in time. good luck and all the best, yours
                                                                                          direwolf

 

*Sobe*......dont feel like that i am hear for you frinde........*sobe*......

 

can somebody bite me

 

Let me know if you find someone to bite you, its all i really want.

 

i can help you little red, please send me a message.

I truly can help you sweetie xxx

 

I know how you feel little red.
I found out I am a werewolf a few days ago and I feel the same emptiness that you do. I feel as if I have been thrust into a world with rules no one will explain. I feel lost...

 

Is there anyone who can help me?
Or am I doomed, i've already nearly been killed by another werewolf for no apparent reason.
Can someone EXPLAIN?

 

I was nothing at fourteen, nothing but a clever, pretty girl with no cares. My parents were proud, my friends in awe, myself petted and preening. 
I was nothing at fourteen. But at fourteen and a half, something slowly awakened inside me, a growling, noble soul that made me shake and fall to the floor as my knees gave out underneath me.
At fifteen, I was a monster. A devil child. I ripped up my room once a month, my parents petrified by the shrieks and howls and crashes that echoed through the house. I'd be found naked, sleeping, beneath my window. I accumulated scars that I couldn't explain, there would be long periods of time  where I vanished but could not remember anything past "feeling a little bit sick". 
Papa wanted to take me to hospital, but Mama, a fierce woman obsessed with her own image, refused. She suggested we drive to a isolated spot for a nice picnic one day. When I looked up from picking a spot, the car was revving away and I was alone. 
I met another lycan, a grizzled old dog who taught me the ways of the wolf. He taught me medicine too, which herbs to pick to soothe fevers, heal cuts- and poisons. 
Now I wander, alone, human and wolf, dreaming of a simpler times.