A seven foot werewolf stood before Katie in a red and gold Kangaroo’s uniform wearing a futuristic football helm. He had the extended cranium of a venusian scout and the solid black eyes of the invading race, but with broader shoulder, thicker muscles, and a distinctively male build. ”Thanks for the amulet. I needed that.” A deep voice ran in Katie’s mind. The muzzle parted in a wide canine grin. ”I need you to patch up the pack” A scattered and batter band of blue translucent winged wolf-men gathered around the startled werecat. Curiosity overcame the urge to fly away. She could smell the lack of agitation and her fur settled. A thought came to mind:
Rated: G Author: M I T Sasquatch <kyledhollingsworth @ yahoo · com> Jun 25, 2008 10:53 |