‘Verse: Tales of the Drunken Unicorn
Length/Rating: 100 words, PG, Gen
Pairings/Warnings: None
Summary: They’re wolves that would be men. (or: Why I need yet another type of werewolf– Because reasons.)

They’re wolves that would be men. Relics of a bargain made when mankind was scattered curiosities, not hordes that blanketed the earth. Now trapped in cyclical charades, werewolves dress up in human suits that fall to dust under the full moon’s light– wolven magic only thrives when their goddess’s attention is elsewhere.

Violent, vicious, pragmatic– their fury bound tightly by Pack laws and Pack lore, they walk among the men they strove to emulate, invisible.

Looking into unnaturally yellow eyes that no one else can see, Sam catches echoes of the dream they still chase when the moon isn’t looking.