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What would you do if your were trapped, face to face with a maniacal wolf?

Most people would scream, others would freeze up. It was really good you weren't most people. The moment the wolf had entered the clearing, it's teeth bared and hackles raised, your survival skills had leapt into over drive.

You had run to the nearest tree and climbed up it, moving like a monkey. The dark auburn wolf howled and snarled, trying in vain to climb after you. You stared down at it, trying not to pass out from fright.

Your heart pounded against your ribs, beating at an erra

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Your parents weren't the most responsible adults in the world. They didn't at like adults at all. If anything, you were the adult and they were the over grown teenagers. Which is why you jumped at the chance to move out. Who could blame you? It was your first year of college. You wanted a new and more responsible life.

So you said yes, you didn't mind sharing a small house with his boss's son. And yes, it didn't matter that it was a half hour walk to the college. And yes, it was really no trouble to find a job, because your parents had decided that it was time

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"HOLY CRAP. HOLY F- DID YOU SEE THAT, AL? DID YOU FRICKING SEE THAT?!"

You were screaming your head off like a deranged lunatic.

How had it come to this?

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"So ________, I know I told you we could go out to dinner, but I was wondering if maybe you could come over to my place?"

Alfred, scratched the back of his head nervously as you stared at him with you big, curious, (e/c) eyes.

The blond boy was your first boyfriend, and he was usually much, much more obnoxious than he was being right now. Well, everyone else thought he was obnoxious. You thought that he was just plain adorable. You were wondering at that momen

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You hated camping, you really did. The whole, "No civilization, no toilet and no warm house" thing didn't appeal to you. Nor did the whole "Copious amounts of bugs every where."

You weren't an outdoors person. But that didn't matter, your crazy family dragged you along anyway. To a crappy cabin in the middle of the woods. For Two months.
If you forced yourself to be optimistic, you would be glad that it was a house instead of a tent. You might have been happy that there was a bathroom. But you weren't, so you didn't.

"Awww, if you feel so grouchy, why don't you go

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The large wolf lying next to you was like a giant heater. You shifted, kicking the blankets off. The wolf lifted it's large, shaggy head, snuffling slightly in apology. You smiled, running a hand over it's blonde back.

Once a month this wolf would appear in your backyard, whining and snuffling. At first you had freaked out, almost calling the police. But something had stopped you. It was the wolf's eyes, dull purple pools that made you rethink about calling the police.

Now, when ever the wolf showed up, you let it in the house. It had taken to sleeping across your

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You hated your job. Your boss was an ass, the work was sleep inducing and your colleges had the attention spans of goldfish. There was only one thing that got you through the day.

The thought that after work, you had a nice warm bath to look forward to. And your boyfriend, though after a long day of work, he was second to a relaxing bath.

"Maaaaaaaattie. I'm home." You trilled, kicking off your shoes and throwing your briefcase to the floor. It made a small thudding sound, nearly sending a lamp toppling over. You shuffled through the house, looking for your reclusive Canadian boyfrien

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You hated werewolves. Dirty beings, half man, half animal. They went against everything your society strived for. Of course, they also hated your kind. Believing that vampires were pompous and stuck up. Sadly it was true for most of the vampires you knew.

"Really _____." Roderich huffed, sipping blood laced tea from a dainty china cup. You glanced at him, ignoring the heavy feeling of your skirts. It was uncomfortable, even for a vampire, to wear so much fabric.

"You need to choose a nest mate."

Nest mate. A stupid, bird like term. In your society, groups

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You hummed contentedly, mixing the large pot of pasta sauce. Your son Oliver stared at you, head in his hands. You flashed a smile at him and he grinned back, his large eyebrows lifting upwards.

"Mummy?"

"Yes Ollie?" You added more garlic to the sauce, slowly stirring it into the sauce. You son stood up and hopped over to you, his bright pink shorts rustling slightly.

"How come you always use the 'Safe to approach voice' around me, unless you're mad?"

You frowned at looked at him, wondering what he had meant. Your s

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You grinned, staring out the window of the moving van. Today was like a dream come true, hell it actually was a dream come true.

You had finally got up the courage to move away from your parents. You and your few possessions were now speeding towards a small town.

You hoped that there your life would change. Maybe you would met the guy of your dreams!

Sighing happily, you turned down the road that led to town. This was it, you could feel it. Your life could only get better from here on out!

A few turns later, you pulled up in front of the building you were rent

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You slammed your fists against the door, pounding the chipped wood. Tears dribbled down your cheeks and your breath came in short hic-upping gasps. You barely registered the little stabs of pain in your hands from the splinters jabbing at your skin.

Moving one hand off the door, you slammed it palm first onto the doorbell. Your heart raced, slamming against your ribs in an erratic pace. After a few moments, you moved both hands to the door knob and attempted to jerk the door open.

The tears streaming down your face dripped off your cheeks, splattering onto your shirt.

I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...

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Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.

“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.

Damn it, you thought, he knows.

You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”

“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist y

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You knew that walking alone in the woods was dangerous. Walking alone in the woods was down right stupid. But you didn't care, you loved walking in the woods.

The fresh air and deep night sky spattered with stars was beautiful to witness. You also enjoyed the sounds of leaves and twigs crunching beneath your feet.

However tonight wasn't like the others, you could feel it, some sort of disturbance in the forest. The birds were silent, no owls called out, no mice squeaked.

Like there was a predator lurking in the shadows. Waiting and watching. Watching you.

Yo

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Arranged marriage.

A distasteful phrase, and one that surly hadn't been used seriously scince the 18th century.

Yet here it was, showing it's butt-ugly face in your house. That's right, your mother had gotten the brilliant idea to sign you up for an online match-making website. And now she was talking about arranged marriage.

You glared at the picture of the man who was to be your husband.

Not only was he extremely pompous looking (and slightly ugly), but he was also older than you. Like at least ten to fifteen years older.

Eeeeeew.

You felt your temper fl

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The Salem Witch Trail. Your least favorite time in history. A time period your rather chauvinistic male teacher enjoyed reading about.

You tuned him out, staring out the classroom window. The hum of voices and your teachers loud, whine of a voice faded into the background. You blinked, eyelids feeling heavy.

Am I going to fall asleep in class? You blinked rubbing your eyes. The heavy sleepy feeling grew. Your eyes closed and you slumped against your desk, fast asleep.

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You had always been able to see the wolf. You couldn't remember a time when the wolf hadn't been there.

When you had grown old enough to talk, you told everyone about the wolf. Your parents would laugh and joke about how your imaginary friend wasn't like other children's imaginary friends. At first it had confused you. You could see the wolf, even your best friend Felix could see the wolf.

The both of you had fun, waltzing about with the pink, bow tie wearing wolf.

But soon, even Felix denounced the wolf, laughing at you for having an imaginary friend.

So you

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~FrostLover1204 May 17, 2013

DO THEY KNOW HOW MUCH I WOULD PAY FOR THIS TO BE REAL!!!!

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~BloodKitsune16 May 10, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

BATTLE OF THA MOTHER BLOODY FRICKETY FRACKETING CENTURY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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~ceciliethehedgehog Apr 3, 2013

if Denmark was in there, i would totaly play as him the hole time

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~xoxrocketdawg561 Mar 29, 2013 Student General Artist

This must be created.

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~religiouscornrose237 Mar 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh my God, someone MAKE THIS. O_O

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~iluvcheeze2much Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Call Studio Ghibli!!! THIS NEEDS TO BE MADE!!

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~GeeksRUs99 Feb 26, 2013

YES!!!!!! Now how can I call Studio Ghibli... WAIT! I want to be a video game designer! *grins uncontrollably*

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~YuukiDesuNe Feb 19, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

OMFG THIS NEEDS TO BE REAL!!!!

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~TsumesWolf Feb 16, 2013 Student General Artist

there is another game and it is seriously sad!!!! if italy doesnt save everyone they die if he does he dies.......thats the price he pays for saving everyone and when germany sees him he lays a roes on him.....my friend sent me the picture of it i cried!!!!

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~SeizurefoxTheEpic Feb 17, 2013 Student Digital Artist

HetaOni.

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