http://slow.writerscafe.org/bluemoonwolves The original writings of author master squiggles en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028582 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The twenty-second day of the season brought a light snow that had been bound to start since the first of the month.  Autumn came and brought snow in Ilysia--there had been none since the snow that had fallen in late spring, melted in the mid-summer.  It was unusual to see trees bare and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1544675/ Oddly enough, Leah was somehow matched with the exact same bedroom from her last stay in Namarii's castle; however, it didn't feel like it at all.  She had almost expected the folded-up sheet of parchment upon which she wrote her farewell letter to be sitting on top of her bed, yet she obvious.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1491109/ Somewhere deep inside her head, in the unfathomable corridors of her mind, someone was whispering.  *Save me*, they murmured, but no matter how hard she tried to grasp them, grasp their hand, she could never reach...or maybe she couldn't move enough to get close.  Maybe she was restrained.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1441703/ Sunrise.  Dawn.  Daybreak.  The first light. The emergence. She sat up in bed, gracefully pushing the covers off of her legs.  Her skin was brown, her hair black and crowned with braids.  Upon her head, resting gently on her brow, was a large silver circlet with a massive b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1418911/ Morning after morning of intricate Ilysian meals and repetitive additions to her schedule left Inaya Ariien, quite frankly, exhausted.  She was doing close to nothing every morning and afternoon and evening and hadn't worked her muscles since they were in Seupurtin, but somehow this was more s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1390489/ I found these prompts elsewhere and fulfilled them in sentence-long drabble things.  There are sixteen of them for each pairing and sixty-four in total.  Just so you know, some lines from these may appear in the actual series.NyeldaA/N: Since I really only ship past!Nyelda, this list is mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1388294/ Leah's eyes shot open as that voice, whoever it belonged to, filled the air; her heart caught in her throat and made her unable to speak.  That pure white skin was not so pure after all, Leah noticed.  It was splotched with dust and dirt and bruises and scars; scars which gave the creatur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1378091/ WARNING: This chapter includes Leah cutting something out of her skin with a piece of bark. Though she was blind to all that was going on around her, Leah Miller often wondered if it was better that way.  She wasn't exempt from thinking about them--she thought about them every single day--, but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1376772/ f i v e  w e e k s  b e f o r e . . . There was a proper time and a proper way for grieving, she had always been taught.  Although everyone she was acquainted with was slowly disappearing, slowly dying, slowly leaving her to rot behind the walls of Linvras, she did not grieve one bit... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1368186/ She will have to do things that she doesn't want to do. But she'll do them with pride. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1362678/ Run. Run. Run, and don't turn back. Don't you ever, ever, ever turn back. She woke up, and she ran.  She woke up seconds after losing her consciousness in the first place, but it still felt like an eternity.  There was screaming.  Screaming of her name, screaming of the word 'traitor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1362677/ Leah's skin was not bruised or battered, yet it felt as if she was slowly being squeezed from the inside out.  Her lungs felt dry and useless; her chest heaved and wanted to burst.  Still, she recognized that the two Demons limping and struggling to keep up with her and Inaya were sufferi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1362674/ The lights were dim and the academy was already being notified of Irien’s defeat when Leah and Inaya came back into the basement.  They did not want to stay long, as no one else was in there; that was expected, considering that the room had been deserted since the departures of Her Allia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1357109/ Leah could not be calmed until there was a hand at her mouth, a hand grasping hers, two hands at her shoulders; only then did she finally stop screaming.  The sounds tore from her throat uncontrollably until her throat was aching.  When they finally faded, her voice failed to work.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1348697/ Leah did not recall falling asleep, but she hardly recalled entering the room, either.  Regardless, she did eventually open her eyes to a wide range of hazy colors that would not have been found in the basement of Three Spikes: pink, orange, yellow, just to name a few; they were too bright and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1346657/ Leah did not see Irien for five days.  That thought should have been extremely alleviating to her, yet though it calmed the rest of Her Alliance, it didn't calm her one bit.  In fact, it just seemed to add to her intense paranoia. She stayed awake for hours each night and early morning, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1345853/ The news had come quickly and lasted long; even an hour after the announcement, the entire academy was still in shock and mourning.  She died so young -- only four years older than Leah -- and why her; why anyone? were the most common responses to the tragedy, along with fury and con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1342735/ Nyel had not been lying.  Her commuication device had allegedly cut out halfway through her conversation with Verra, yet her motives were crystal-clear.  As soon as the first non-Vampire, who was Visef, woke, she prodded everyone else awake and sharply told them that they were leaving now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1342362/ Even if they had went looking for it, what was left of Her Alliance would have never found Avael's corpse.  By now, it was disintegrated and blackened by the fire; turned to ash in just seconds, one would assume if they looked at it.  However, there was nothing to see; bright green flesh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1336924/ Pretending to be asleep while she was truthfully not had never been one of Leah's strengths.  She used to do it at sleepovers when she was young, from ages six to ten, giggling to herself as her friends tried to play a trick on her (cover her face in whipped cream or whatever they used to do; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1335618/ Leah was beginning to doubt that there were five stages of grief; she had only seen one of them so far. Depression. Perhaps these various stages would happen over a period of several days, weeks, or even months; however, at the moment, they didn't seem to be anywhere near happening. It had been a d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1332327/ The next day, their one hundred and twentieth day at Three Spikes, Leah woke up on the cold ground and immediately searched the campsite.  It was scarcely a campsite, though, as there were no tents set up.  The fire they had prepared the night before had been out for hours; the black bran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1329531/ "Oh, I hate this place," Seuleor complains as he and Nabrolun leave the library.  This hallway is warm but it's hardly chilly outside; there's no need for the heat to be on yet.  They have been together for about an hour; Nabrolun initiated their late-night/early-morning meeting and was h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1329106/ Two hours after their arrival in the forest, not much had changed for Her Alliance.  They had spent the entire time walking together as a group, trailing through the trees in clusters, and Leah found herself getting more and more nervous by the minute. It was bad.  She jumped at every cru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1326451/ One hundred and nineteen days into their time at the Three Spikes Academy, Leah attended breakfast for the first time in about two week.  She typically skipped it, considering that she usually woke up about ten minutes before classes started, but the students at the academy were still doing mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1324260/ Before Leah knew it, summer was half-over.  Of course, it wasn't the summer she was used to; there had only been five or six days (out of forty-seven) where it hadn't snowed or looked like it was going to snow at this point.  Now, she had been at the academy for a hundred days and a week,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1320093/ It kept snowing and didn't stop for five days.  Leah woke up to clear skies for the first time on the morning of her eightieth day at the Academy.  She was counting them off on the calendar.  She dressed easily every morning and managed to get through her first period class without f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1316638/ Summer in Vinicaer wasn't like it was on Earth. For one thing, it wasn't hot, at least not in Amfalls.  Leah was used to living in California, so she was used to mind-bendingly hot temperatures year-round, yet she had traveled enough to know the differences between the seasons.  However, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1308533/ "Now, let's see... which of you can tell me the main reason the Elemental Crusade began?" Leah turned back three pages in her Amfallian History textbook.  It had been five days since she had received the call from Namarii, but the information was still fresh on her mind.  Still, she didn'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1305064/ Five days later marked the sixtieth day Her Alliance had been at Three Spikes.  Time was passing by ridiculously fast; it felt as if the days were passing in the blink of an eye. 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No one had heard from Namarii in over a month.  In fact, her last.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1302216/ Leah rushed out of the hallway and into the major part of the building, her heart pounding harder than it had in a long time.  Around her, everything was pitch black; she couldn't see where she was going.  She heard several screams echoing through the halls and flinched, holding onto the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1302183/ Three days later, it was nighttime.  Leah had now experienced four full days of classes and was quickly adapting to waking up before the sun had risen.  Now that it was nighttime, she typically would have been exhausted by now, but she had adapted and was no longer tired.  In fact, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1300156/ "Guns." The dark-haired male Elf shrugged his shoulders, walking among the rows of seats.  He peered around the room as if expecting someone to say something, though he hadn't even said anything debatable thus far.  It was 7:02 in the morning; classes had just begun and not many were trul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1297405/ When morning came, Leah wondered if she should choose her classes.  She then decided to wait until she met up with Inaya to do so; she wanted to have at least one or two classes with the Elf.  If that didn't happen, she was fairly sure she would slowly go insane.  Having someone that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1293044/ The night was dark, too dark.  The streets were bustling with activity and torches lit up every single building, yet it seemed that an grouping of shadows had floated over top of the country.  Yaano was not what it had been days before, and its residents knew this.  Still, they ignor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1289825/ It was a dreary evening.  Rain began to fall shortly after the remaining fires had all been extinguished; there weren't many, but they still caused a vast amount of destruction around Yaano.  The Night's Serpent remained docked in the exact same place that it had been before.  N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1289781/ "It's not like you can just snap your fingers and magically make your wrist better," Relda was muttering to Nyel as she trekked up the hill, her neon hair blowing in the breeze.  The sky was dark; it was difficult to see if one didn't have incredibly acute vision, so everyone but the Vampires .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1277970/ namarii/nyel - "i am here, and so is the pain." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1274957/ namarii/zynon—oh, i'll make you bleed... and turn on me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1268257/ After finally heading into her tent, which was not long after she wrote her first reason for wanting to leave, Leah managed to drift into an uncomfortable sleep.  It had been ages since she had slept in a tent; Farouk Training Camp and the Isle of Sa'arta had been the last times she had needed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1268156/ The chill she felt throughout each and every night in Niiemen wouldn't last long, Leah had told herself that night; soon, they wouldn't be there anymore.  They would remain in Morkaro, yes, but the countries that they were planning on traveling to were far warmer and less full of hostility. 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The Elf walked several feet ahead of those behind her; it seemed as if she were purposely keeping her distance.  For what reason, Leah couldn't tell, but she chose to keep quiet and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1243933/ Blood continued to soak the clothes of the five Vampires for at least another thirty minutes.  Now that everyone was awake, there was no need to go below deck for any longer; still, the Vampires retreated below-deck for whatever reason, leaving five Elves, an Undead, and a Human staring off in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1241454/ Constant saltwater and seaspray were difficult things to get used to, Leah unhappily discovered. After countless hours aboard a ship, she no longer felt nauseous.  That was one good thing about this; at least she wasn’t stumbling all over the place and close to vomiting.  Just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1237523/ She knew something that they didn't. It wasn't a secret.  It wasn't something that she kept from others; it was easily accessible to everyone who wanted it.  There were no limitations.  She didn't own it, either.  No one did. You aren't being held back, she mused. But... they wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1234360/ Instead of following her plans from before, Namarii did not allow the group to stay at the inn for much longer.  Her earlier ideas consisted of them staying for a few more days, anywhere from two to six days, but it seemed that she had either forgotten her previous plans or abandoned them afte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1233921/ Leah opened her eyes the next morning and expected to see pastel blue walls.  Instead, she saw white, water-damaged ones; her eyes immediately narrowed the second that they noticed. She was quite confused.  Then, she remembered where she was. Otdon, obviously.  In some inn.  It .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemoonwolves/1231342/