Hi there! I'm Bagel and I love writing, so I figured, why not profit off of it? Welcome to my writing den! :)
Things i wil do:
Pack lore
Wolf lore
Couple lore
Angst
Fluff
Gore
Romance
Things I won't do:
NSFW
Anything that makes me uncomfortable
I have the right to say no to a request!
Prices -
1 paragraph - 1 GC or 100 SC
2-3 paragraphs - 2 GC or 300 SC
4-5 paragraphs- 3 G or 400 SC
6-8 paragraphs - 4 GC or 500 SC
9-10 paragraphs - 5 GC or 700 SC
Anything else, and we can discuss the price
When you make a request, please include an basic outline of what you want done :)
People I've done commissions for:
he who walks on roses
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Writing Examples: Pack Lore example -
The wind whispered through the trees, the rustling of wolves disturbing the night. The sky was clouded, and they couldn't see the moon as the traveled to the Point. Wolves brushed against eachother, there fur different shades of gray, black, brown, tan, and white. The gathered at the point, a large rock that overlooked their territory and had a perfect view of the sky. The young new Alpha, Luna stepped forward. He tilted his head back, his dark fur waving in the wind. Luna howled as the wind shifted the clouds, revealing the blood-red moon.
The other wolves joined him, throwing their heads back and howling to the moon. But something strange was happening. Their fur shifted and changed in the red glow of the moon, exploding with unnatural colors. Unbeknownst to them, the had just been given the Curse of the Blood Moons. Some of them had fur that shimmered with bright oranges, beautiful pinks, sparkling blues, shimmery greens, and more colors then they could imagine. As the clouds covered the moon, the pack of wolves traveled back to the their camp, unable to see their fur in the darkness of the night.
The arrived back to their camp, and when they did, they were shocked to see by the light of the fire, that their fur shone with brilliant and unnatural colors. A wise old wolf appeared and gathered everyone around. He told them about the Curse of the Blood Moons. He explained that when a wolf howled at a Blood Moon, in full exposure to it's light, they would be cursed with fur colored in strange colors for a wolf. And so this is the tale of the Lunar Legacy colorbomb pack.
Wolf Lore Example -
Dorian Jr. was born to Dorian Sr. and Lichen. His mother loved him, but he never saw much of his father, who was always off with that scum traveler, Rhodochrosite. He was bitter about this, but he made sure that everyone else in the pack. He was charming, sweet, pleasant, and likable. He talked to the older wolves, listening attentively to their stories and laughing with them. He played with the adols, and being the strong pup he was, he was able to keep up with them. He played with the other pups, teasing them and giggling with them. He hung out with the adults, making them laugh and being silly. The whole pack loved him. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, if he made everyone else love him, them his father would finally notice him. He had his father's dashing looks and charm, aswell as his headstrong stubbornness.
Dorian was bitter. His father had pups with Rhodochrosite. They had all his attention, leaving no room for him to be proud of Dorian. He detested the pups that Rhodochrosite and his father had. As he watched his father coo over his half siblings, he thought bitterly that should be me. He decided that he would just have to try twice as hard, charm everyone even more, throw all his effort into training, outshine everyone. He knew he could do it.
Once Dorian was aloud to start training, he immediately went to Eiro, one of the oldest and most skilled hunters in the pack, and charmed him into giving him a hunting lesson. Eiro agreed, and brought along two other pups, Freedom and Anthony. Dorian put so much effort into that first lesson. He did amazing, managing to catch a few small mice and squirrels. He was extremely proud that his first lesson went well.
His half brother, Rhodochrosite's son, Butterfly took to following Dorian around and calling him 'Junior'. This annoyed Dorian, but he tolerated it. That damn pup never stop talking. He had wild ideas and big dreams, and loved telling Dorian about it.
Dorian excelled in his training, working harder then any of the other pups. He won over the approval of his father's real mate, the Alpha herself, Twister. She said that he rivaled her own heir, and that with time, she would see if he could become the future king. His mother was terribly proud of him, and he was very proud of himself too. He walked with a new confidence, mimicking the tail-high, nose up, grinning way that Twister walked. It was a risky move, to act so important and confident, but the other pups seemed to accept him as the one in charge of them. His father started to notice him a little more. He congratulated him on successful training or play fights with the other pups, and he even had a few short conversations with his father
Butterfly stopped following Dorian around once he befriended the son of Queen Twister, Hurricane. He was thankful for this, so he could focus on his training.
As he got older, Dorian was aloud to start apprenticing. He was fast, so he decided to apprentice under the Chasers of the best hunting party in the pack. He did well, and continued to gain respect from others as the pack grew. When a new adol joined the pack, he made sure to assert his dominance. All of them submitted to him, all but one, a big brute of a male named Tex. Tex came from a huge pack, where everyone had to fight to get their share of food and other resources. When Dorian went for his ear, Tex immediately rammed him with his shoulder, driving him into a tree. Dorian staggered to his paws, his ribs aching from where the hit the tree. He flashed his teeth at Tex before disappearing into his den where he lived with his mother. His mother gave him a light lick on the side and told him that if he wanted to keep his reputation that he should march out there and bite back. He nodded, squared his shoulders, and strutted out of the cave, his eyes scanning for Tex.