Chapter 1: Ophira (a glismp of my story)

  As far as I can remember, I don't know we're I came from. It's funny because this is such a cliche thing to happen. No recollection of my own blood, my home before this, no idea at all.

      I wouldn't say that it's amnesia...I still have my name in my memory. Ophira Tala.

      It's a rather odd name maybe even unique to some. I'm basically known as "Gold Wolf" to my foster parent, Silvaus, who found me at his door step. It was an odd event for him during the Azer Town's first golden supermoon.

      The most exciting news I have for you is how this all came to be.

      I'm a werewolf and no not the kind some of you might think of me as. I stand on my own two feet covered in fur. I am not under any circumstances a big horse sized wolf. That's a joke to my people. It's also very offensive because we don't take it lightly when people think that, especially tourists. Tourists that come to this town are rather annoying. Well to me that is.

      I work at the Moon Guild which also has werewolves. The other werewolves like to call me a "weremaiden". This is only due to the fact that no other female werewolves resign here sadly.

      The guild is a place where many take outlaw or hunting quests. I only do the hunting quests because I like hacking and thrusting my blade into disgusting beasts that live on the woods and attempt to cause havoc. It's also a ton of fun when doing so.

      My main strategy is transforming and beating the ever living daylight out of whatever is in my path. It's basically fun being a werewolf spite being lean and smaller then the males.

      Long story short this is the day I met a very weird but attractive guy that's hated by everyone. I didn't know why until now.