The story of my life pretty much is "BAD DAY", but its everyday of every second of my life. Ever since I betrayed the council of my people by not drinking the blood of humans. It never seemed right to me. What have they ever done to us that required us to drink from them. I understand where they are coming from but it still is not right to me. But anyways since the day of my banishment I have had nothing but bad luck. I kept running in to our werewolf rivals from the other side of the Rathain forrest. They just kept coming at me one after another until I could hardly bare to fight anymore. Finally the worn me to my breaking point. I collapsed and they drug me all the way to their tribe. When we arrived I very surprise to fine that they were traditional fighting werewolf, born to fight, not kill. The Alpha Wolf had challenged me to a duel for my freedom. Not wanting to reject the offer of escape I accepted. Though still weary from the fighting earlier, the leader postponed our duel until I was fully healed so there could be no advantages. You might think that I was starting to get a break but O no! After I was cared for, a swarm of wasp demons attacked the tribe. Everyone but the Alpha wolf and I survived the charge.
Subject: The VERY Bad DAY!!! 
Fri Mar 28, 2008 12:17 am
