Werewolves Authority, Story Telling, Characters, Accents.
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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I shall never forget the walk. I took one night in Wien after having accomplished the examination of an unknown true tickle relic, the PL Obey and Laurent del Near Champagne E. I had learned of the existence of this Kramlich on Lee on my arrival at Champion E in the afternoon, and I had started to visit the curiosity without calculating the time it would take me to reach it into return. Suffice it to say that I discovered the venerable pile of gray stones as the sun set and that I expended the last lights of the evening in planning and sketching. And then I turned my face homeward. My walk of about 10 miles had wearied a small Hamlet lay at no great distance, and I took myself hither in hopes of hiring a trap to convey me to the post House. But I was disappointed a few in the place could speak French, and the priest, when I applied to him, assured me that he believed there was no better conveyance in the place than a common shrew with its solid wooden wheels. Nor was a riding horse to be procured. The good man offered to house me for the night, but I was obliged to decline as my family intended. Starting early on the following morning out spake, then the mayor Muncie, uh, can never go back to night across the flats because of his voice. Dropped the loops guru. He says that he must return, replied the priest in patois. But who will go with him? Haha, it is all very well for one of us to accompany him. But think of the coming back alone then too must go with him, said the priest. And you can take out of each other as you return. Biko tells me that hey, saw aware we're on Lee. This die son might said a peasant. He was down by the hedge of his Bach wheat field and the sun had sat and he was thinking of coming home when he heard a rustle on the far side of the hedge, he looked over on. Dreyer stood a wolf as big as a calf against the horizon, its tongue out in its eyes, glaring like moss Fires won't do Catch me govern over the marsh tonight. Why? What could Truman do if they were attacked by that will find. It's tempting, Providence said one of the elders of the village. No man must expect the help of God if he throws himself willingly in the way of danger. Is it not so? M. Liqueur? I heard you say as much from the pulpit on the first Sunday in Lent, preaching from the gospel. Hi, that's true, observed several, shaking their heads do. If I met the monster, I should wrong quite another. I believe you, Cortez, and I can answer for it that you would, said the mayor, as big as a cough through in Paco's friend. If the loup garou were only a natural wolf, why then you see the mayor cleared his throat. You see, we should think nothing of it, but M liqueur. It is a fiend worse than a fiend, a man fiend. Worse than a man. Find a man, wolf think. But what is the young months here to do? Ask the priest, looking from one to another? Never mind, said I, who had been quietly listening to their patois, which I understood. Never mind. I will walk back by myself, and if I meet the Lucado, I will crop his ears and tail and send them to M la Mattie, with my compliments