A diary of my time inside.

If exposed long enough, one tends to like regardless.

Part one.

A Prayer-poem to the moon. Taken from the flesh cronickels of the Wereling Bard Loossool. I have taken the name of Werelings for my shape shifters. If this has alredy been taken please do not sue me. I am not werf it realy.

Based off the prompt When I think of tattoos…

This is a story about guilt, about mistakes, and about penance.

To get new stuff.

Well, some of the numbers…

A voyage of self discovery.

An offbeat little story about a girl who takes vengeance in her own hands.