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Shakeria's Story:

This lovely wolf was once loved by a human being. You could almost call her a domesticated dog. There was such a large bond between the two, that Shakeira (Sha-keer-ee-a) chose this woman over her pack.

One night she went out for a hunt. The night was dark and the stars glittered above. A sweet scent filled her nose, she had to follow. She traveled quite far from her comfort zone, but the smells intrigued her. She came to a table in a small clearing, with a large elk spread across it. Why on earth did it smell so sweet? Never had an Elk smelt so strange in her life.

Shakeira approached cautiously sniffing the lifeless Elk. When she declared it was safe, she took a bite. It sparkled in her mouth and made her want more. Shakeira then indulged herself in the entire Carcass, more then any singe wolf could devour. She suddenly felt ill and started to wobble on her legs. She started to cough up black liquid, thick and gooey.

It was hard to breath and everything around her became blurry. Suddenly a ghostly figure holding a scythe spoke. "Ah young one. I see you have found my sacred shine of the Forgotten. It is forbidden to eat anything that lays upon this table. In your case you visioned your favourite meal. The table lies to lure in its victims trying to break the spirit within free. Wolf, you have just given passage to a demon of souls into your body. Creating a vessel for it to use at will, forever doomed to do its bidding".

Shakeira felt an odd force pull through her body, it felt like she was tearing up on the inside. Something was trying to get out, but she didn't want to give in. Her body was forced to the ground and she howled in pain, hoping that the mournful cry would be rid of this evil being.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes which were now a smokey blue and slightly a glow, her lovely grey coat changed and shimmered Navy in the Moonlight. It has won, she had lost control of her body. But Shakeira was still there in mind, her consciousness could not escape. It wouldn't let her.

As the demons first act it jumped through a portal spearing at a young womans home. The woman in which Shakeira loved dearly. Every fibre of her screamed out to warn her, but nothing came out as she screamed. The Grandfather clock in the room struck Midnight, letting a bellowing noise rattle the walls of the small room.

The demon leapt upon the womans bed, waking her up with a fright. But before she could let out a scream, the demon devoured her soul. Sucking it in as if drinking a milkshake through a straw. Shakeira Bellowed inside, kicking and screaming, but nothing happened. She couldn't take control.

So when the clock strikes Midnight, Be weary of a Navy Grey Wolf with misty blue eyes. Run for you Life! If your lucky Shakeira may break through and save your life. But you should never leave it to chance.

Description
Art Trade Done By Shien-Ra

Shakeria's Story:

This lovely wolf was once loved by a human being. You could almost call her a domesticated dog. There was such a large bond between the two, that Shakeira (Sha-keer-ee-a) chose this woman over her pack.

One night she went out for a hunt. The night was dark and the stars glittered above. A sweet scent filled her nose, she had to follow. She traveled quite far from her comfort zone, but the smells intrigued her. She came to a table in a small clearing, with a large elk spread across it. Why on earth did it smell so sweet? Never had an Elk smelt so strange in her life.

Shakeira approached cautiously sniffing the lifeless Elk. When she declared it was safe, she took a bite. It sparkled in her mouth and made her want more. Shakeira then indulged herself in the entire Carcass, more then any singe wolf could devour. She suddenly felt ill and started to wobble on her legs. She started to cough up black liquid, thick and gooey.

It was hard to breath and everything around her became blurry. Suddenly a ghostly figure holding a scythe spoke. "Ah young one. I see you have found my sacred shine of the Forgotten. It is forbidden to eat anything that lays upon this table. In your case you visioned your favourite meal. The table lies to lure in its victims trying to break the spirit within free. Wolf, you have just given passage to a demon of souls into your body. Creating a vessel for it to use at will, forever doomed to do its bidding".

Shakeira felt an odd force pull through her body, it felt like she was tearing up on the inside. Something was trying to get out, but she didn't want to give in. Her body was forced to the ground and she howled in pain, hoping that the mournful cry would be rid of this evil being.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes which were now a smokey blue and slightly a glow, her lovely grey coat changed and shimmered Navy in the Moonlight. It has won, she had lost control of her body. But Shakeira was still there in mind, her consciousness could not escape. It wouldn't let her.

As the demons first act it jumped through a portal spearing at a young womans home. The woman in which Shakeira loved dearly. Every fibre of her screamed out to warn her, but nothing came out as she screamed. The Grandfather clock in the room struck Midnight, letting a bellowing noise rattle the walls of the small room.

The demon leapt upon the womans bed, waking her up with a fright. But before she could let out a scream, the demon devoured her soul. Sucking it in as if drinking a milkshake through a straw. Shakeira Bellowed inside, kicking and screaming, but nothing happened. She couldn't take control.

So when the clock strikes Midnight, Be weary of a Navy Grey Wolf with misty blue eyes. Run for you Life! If your lucky Shakeira may break through and save your life. But you should never leave it to chance.