I might be able to do something for you! Check out some of my lioness’ descriptions for some examples, I’m not sure if thats the type of thing your looking for though! :S ^.^

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I wouldn't mind trying!

Here is a small example of my writing:
He walks unseen, light footsteps on cracked ground, black eyes unseeing yet seeing. Long limbs stretch out, bone thin and white from a black robe. He smiles as he stops, tall body bending; he plucks a flower from the ground. The roots follow the bud as he straightens up and a ghostly visage appears. Death tilts his head as he takes in the ghost.

“Speak,” he commands and the ghost speaks. Tom Ryan is the ghosts name he was a Captain of the SAS working on the Anomaly project. He died in the past killed by a future predator that he believes were brought to his time by a woman. He seems sad as he talks about the friends he left behind, about the beginnings he could have had. And for a moment Death almost pities him, he who saw his own bones before he knew they belonged to him. The SAS Captain smiles thinly.

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I could give it a go for you, if you like. Examples below <3.

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Ah, so I see you have taken notice of our predicament here. Things have not always been this way, I assure you that. There was a time in this land's history when these two packs were one, when there was peace and harmony and love in place of war and envy and hatred. Yes- once we were a mighty pack, one that demanded respect, one that conquered all foes and hurdled all challenges with grace. It was this way for generations- until we were graced with a fool for a leader. Blinded by beauty and empty promises, he could not see the threat that his conniving mate posed; could not see the danger in her eyes, could not hear the emptiness of her sweet words. They were our downfall, his ignorance and her scheming. She drove the once dignified empire into a dark age; one of suffering and famine and eventually, full open rebellion. The pack severed, split in two because of this warfare. She parted with her followers and her single young daughter; a pup by the name of Sovereign, who would later become a villain like none had ever seen; surpassing her mother in more ways than one. We were left with our heartbroken fool of a king, and a bloody war to be waged far into the unforeseeable future. Years passed, many died, Sovereign's mother included. Many thought this marked the end of the fighting; that with the matriarch's death peace could be restored, the packs could reform and everything that had broken could be mended. What followed was the opposite.

Sovereign is a mystery. Nobody has been able to decipher her motives or aspirations- why she does the terrible, brutal things she does, and being around her for too long can be detrimental. Her pack is devoted to her, each individual willing to throw themselves blindly into hell if she asked. They hang off her every word, they share her views and values and desires. They would do anything for her, anything she asked. Nothing short of indoctrination in the most subtle and precise and terrifying of ways. Sovereign called for a meeting of diplomats just days after her ascension to the head of the rebelling pack. She met the old and weary king on neutral ground- the clearing where the original pack had been formed all those generations ago. The clearing that the wolves saw as holy ground, untouched by war, the home and death place of their ancestors, their gods. On this holy ground is where Sovereign slaughtered the old king and his two sons, on this holy ground is where Sovereign started an all new war by brutally stealing away what was left of the heart and strength of the old empire and shedding blood over a sacred ground. With Sovereign's pack of devout followers growing in strength and numbers at an alarming rate, the old empire was sent into hiding. They retreated into the shadows to lick their wounds and find a new leader, someone to steer them out of this age of havoc and blood and fear.

Vakarian. Despite his instance that he never wanted the responsibility of a king, one of the old pack's greatest and most loved officers stood up and took control of the dwindling empire. The wolves rallied around him with renewed purpose, they recovered and grew and thrived under his rule, but Sovereign's encroaching forces kept them locked in the shadows, hiding and waiting and watching. Finally, two long and painful years after Vakarian took power, the old pack pushed back, and for the first time they succeeded. They claimed land that had been lost to them when Sovereign's mother betrayed her king, and as a result morale went skyrocketing. Sovereign, on the other hand, only grew enraged. Her twisted game had been turned on its head, and the wolves she had been toying with like pawns in a game of chess were rebelling against her superiority. Trying to take back what she had rightfully stolen out from under them. It has been one year on the dot since the day Vakarian and his empire made that first push against Sovereign's cult, and while both packs are still locked in a bloody, brutal, vicious war that sees more deaths each day, Sovereign has finally found her match. Only time will tell who comes out of this brawl alive, victorious, and who will fall into the depths of madness and decay and defeat.



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