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Her eyes were soft, calm, and kept loosely at half-mast. Cloudy-gray swirled in the mixture, dancing around a small, slanted pupil. A bright and golden pupil. Hana was no human; she was a werewolf. In this world, there are many classes: Leaders, Normals, Loners, Werewolves... It depended on who you started out as, the family you were born into. If raised kindly, and with a maternal, honest compassion, you would become a leader. If raised as an average person, with just enough love, and a spri...

Small, ebony wings worked furiously against the rushing island winds as the Prince Komali soared gracefully in the cerulean skies. Clenched in his beak was a freshly picked, fuchsia flower; it’s petals glistening brightly. The Prince strained to fight the rushing winds of Dragon Roost Isle as the large chunk of land came into view. A smile played across his face as he heard the first gentle plucking of Medli’s harp. As he neared the island, Medli appeared on the edge of the cliff face; harp i...

Small, ebony wings worked furiously against the rushing island winds as the one and only Prince Komali soared gracefully in the cerulean skies. Clenched in his beak was a freshly picked, fuchsia flower; it's petals radiating spring beauty. The Prince flapped once again as Dragon Roost Isle came into view. A gentle smile played across his face as he heard the first gentle plucking of Medli's harp. As he neared the island, Medli appeared on the edge of the cliff face; harp in hand, fingers danc...