It was a sunny afternoon in the land of the wolves. I carefully examined the ground and noticed some elk tracks. Three weeks till I ate last. How much tracking before I can eat again. It wasn't like this before. I remember back when I could have whatever I needed.
"Sir your chakula is ready. Is there anything else wewe require?" Asks a very young servant boy of what looked to be fifteen. I shake my head and open the dish pleased with what I saw. It was my inayopendelewa casserole.
"Not that I can think of, please do be gone so I can eat in peace." I say waving away the boy before I begin...
some legends say that mtu-bweha are solitary creatures.. and that's just dumb.
other legends say that mtu-bweha run in packs, gathering at the full moon to hunt down those foolish enough to go around at night.
not likely. werewolf packs exist-we have to organize to stay secret-but we never meet in mbwa mwitu form.
any meeting of two au zaidi Mbwa mwitu loups is two steps away from a brawl (and one from an orgy). and it doesn't take much for a werewolf to say"hell with it", shut down the human mind and let the mbwa mwitu take over.
it happened when i didnt expect it. it all started one beatiful night. the milky way was clear and i was nyota gazing. then a fairy thing showed up and said: now that the first one has died it is time i must curse one just as kind. wewe shall begin a life of horrors at the time of an attack on the moors. 12 o,clock midnight the inayofuata full moon, it shall come. dont try to run theres no escape. she disapeared into thin air. i took this warning with fear because i knew what she was: a night fairy. she came to warn people of horrors that that would happen. i had to figure out what it was au it would...