You realize, I'm not the one starting a civil war. Dilo literally implied on the discord that she loves starting arguments and fights dor the sake if tearing friendships apart, and being annoying. Also, don't judge me unless you've actually seen me lead -;;-,-;-:-:

That's like calling a movie you've never watched bad.

-JOIN THE DAMN DISCORD! WE NEED YA'!

https://discord.gg/4Cd99hFGA2

N A Z G Û L, I'M LOOKIN' AT YOU

Ooh, that was a LOT of tips trying to bring down a single person. Let’s see:

I am not taking my life because only God will do that. I will end when it’s in HIS timing, not mine.

I have been called he. I am now he, apparently, and am not a female any longer. Amazing, what magic!

I have two biological parents who don’t “hit” me, as you’ve said, and we are a very close-knit, happy Christian family who trust in God’s love.

None of this is going to work. You’re not going to make me shed a tear, cast a frown, or even glance your way. I know who I am, and that’s a child made in the image of God. So don’t even try to degrade me in my eyes; other people may decide I’m a worthless nobody, but to God, I am somebody. And that is all I need.

- President Loki

Well, thank you for enjoying the story!

Yeah… homeschooler Christian life, lonely as can be- though I wouldn’t change it if I had the option, anyways.

- President Loki

I enjoy your stories too, President Loki.

Sorry I didn’t post this sooner, I know it’s kinda late.

-*Insignificant*

I have a mobile server, the royal Griffins, if you see this you are welcome to come!

Black Ghost- A Lone Howl horror story (Not Halloween anymore because Halloween is over =>)

By President Loki

Two

As Quiet returned to the clearing that the coyotes called their camp, she nearly collided with her mother, who hopped back in surprise. “Quiet!” she exclaimed, causing her to stop in her tracks and turn her head towards Gentle. There was no way for her to tell her mother of what she had seen; they had developed some words without a voice, such as help, leave me alone, I’m hurt, I’m sick, stop, hello, come here, no, yes, wait, and goodbye. None of those would help her in this situation, so instead of struggling to mouth the words as she did upon occasion, she swished her tail to the left, their sign for hello. Gentle sighed, flicking her ears back. “Are you hurt?” she asked finally, scanning her daughter’s feeble frame for a moment. No, Quiet responded, shaking her head to communicate yet again.

Giving up on dialoguing with her daughter, Gentle turned with a quick “Goodbye” and then padded off. Quiet watched her go, not caring to sign goodbye. Her mother was no longer looking, anyways, and it would be wasted energy. Quiet loved her mother, but despite Gentle’s best efforts at helping her be able to speak, she knew that her mother had always had a longing for a normal daughter. One who could speak, and laugh, and bark, and howl. One who could be useful.

Sorry, Mother, Quiet thought sadly. That isn’t me.

That following morning, one of the older coyotes was ravaged by a high fever, appearing out of nowhere. By that evening when the sun set, he was dead. The pack gathered around to mourn, heads low to breathe in his musty smell one last time before howling in mourning. Quiet stayed at the rear of the group, taking no part in howling for she knew that she couldn’t. She sniffed from her place a few feet away, nose twitching warily as she scooped up thin traces of his smell. It was sour thanks to his fever, and Quiet worried that it was still clinging to him enough so that it could travel to a different coyote, too.

But if she was being completely honest? She was afraid of the sudden death. The wolf that she had seen out in the forest, with dead eyes and a blank stare, had haunted the back of her mind up until this point, and even still his image hung like a heavy fog in her thoughts. The nag of being watched itched at her like a stubborn flea, and she found herself looking over shoulder more often than not. And yet she could tell no one of her experience, nor would they sit and try to decipher her desperate signing. She was alone with her fear, and that made her angry.

The next few days were consistently filled with anxiety and unease. Three days’ time after the elder has passed away, Quiet was back out in the forest, wishing that she could scream out her frustrations instead of holding them within herself like she was forced to. As she got farther and farther from the camp, the idea of eyes burning into her back caressed her thoughts until it was too much to bear. Finally she turned around, and her heart nearly stopped.

The black wolf was there.

Black Ghost- A Lone Howl Halloween story

By President Loki

One

Although Quiet had never been able to retell them herself, she had always loved hearing ghost stories. Well, not quite ghost stories… coyote packs didn’t tell ghost stories, for they found the affairs of the non-real supernatural world pointless to even acknowledge, so they never retold them. That was for the wolves to recite to their pups. Coyotes only told stories that were real: stories that had real proof of their existence. Memorable tales to warn coyotes of the cruelness of the world, such as the Blood Sky, the Bone Beast, and Death Claws. Quiet was just under a year old and nearly fully grown, and she still enjoyed hustling her way into the warmth of the pup den and listening to her own mother, as well as others, tell the pups stories. No one minded when she did so; coyote packs were all about family, all about closeness. And with her unfortunate disability that made her unable to speak or make a sound, the pack was happy to include her in other activities.

“The Black Ghost,” Quiet’s mother, Gentle, was saying, “is a wolf who can’t speak. He haunts the packs of wolves who have angered him, sometimes killing their weakest members in revenge for his exaggerated life. You may sometimes hear him called the Plague. The wolves believe that he’s the source of sickness and unfortunate health, but we know differently. And some stories even say that he’s invisible.”

“Because he’s a ghost,” one of the pups, Obvious, said judgmentally. He lifted his nose blatantly into the air, sniffing incredulously. “Ghosts are invisible.”

Ghosts aren’t real, Quiet wanted to say, but was disagreed with by her nonexistent vocal cords. She shifted her paws, looking down at their dusty brown color. She was so… so plain. So basic, boring… so pointless. Sometimes she wondered why she was even on this earth. For punishment? What had she done? And who could be punishing her, if ancestors didn’t exist?

Gentle shook her head softly, smiling at the pup. “You’d think so. But ghosts don’t truly exist,” she corrected in a gentle voice. “He’s called invisible because he’s a black wolf: he can hide in the shadows. He isn’t a ghost at all, just an old, old wolf who happens to be a cannibal.”

“A carnival?” Giant imposed, tilting his wide head in confusion. Gentle chuckled, shaking her head. “Cannibal,” she informed him. “A wolf who eats his kind.”

A chorus of tiny pup voices, all shouting “Ew!” simultaneously, was what urged Quiet to make her way out of the den. Even when she was still young, the stories had become watered down. Turning, she made her way in the direction of the forest, her tail swishing behind her. She let out a silent sigh, a puff through her nostrils, as she slid through the browning ferns and vanished into the trees.

The overhead canopy had recently turned from a natural green to brilliant gold and mud brown and the blazing brightness of red and orange, a sight that had never before assaulted their forest. The leaves broke from overhead branches and spiraled down onto the walking paths, stiff and crunching upon impact. It was an amazing spectacle, one that Quiet couldn’t keep her eyes away from. The air had grown cooler, chilly winds sweeping cold nights into their camp and blowing the blazing-colored leaves off of the trees. Any chance that she could get, Quiet would be out in the forest, looking at the beautiful trees. It gave her a sense of peace, a sense of calmness in all of the chaos in her life. And, out in the quiet forest, she wasn’t the only thing that was silent. The trees were still and solemn, the wind whooshing by with barely a whisper, keeping her in a mute company.

Kinda tired of the fan fics /\ to agree

president loki will you shut the hell up

I'm probably gonna get an ipad over the weekend. Can I join your tribe? And how do I join servers? What server are you on? And how do I join tribes? Basically I have a lot of questions, but I'd love to contribute to the Dodo Leigon.

-Jedi

Hi it’s me President Loki. Sorry I haven’t been able to write much. I’ve been busy. Welcome new people!

-President Loki.

He’s right.. my life is worthless.

- President Loki

Hey everyone, I’m quitting making stories.

- President Loki

Lol, I let Dilo back into the tribe 😏...

-DTG

Ok, everything dilo said has been made up or exaggerated. Idk why the hell she's doing this, but it's really making me look like a bad leader. I'm very organized and forgiving. I literally gave dilo five 2nd chances. And because of me, our tribe on our current server is thriving and organized.

Also, PM, cook list guy please

-DTG

Black Ghost

Three (2/2)

The black wolf appeared in her dreams the next following nights. He always repeated the same thing: Angry, angry, angry you are. I will help. Let me help. His voice was nonexistent, sounding like the breathy wind itself, and yet without even seeing his lips move to form the words that he repeated, Quiet knew that those words were what he was saying. And it scared her.

The longer that the ominous wolf hung around in her mind, the more frustrated she grew. No one would try and listen, try and read her lips or watch her motions to try and decipher what she was saying. Not even her own mother. Her perfect cousins, Elegant and Grace, barely acknowledged her existence, much less wanted to sit while she flailed around and tried to mouth the words of her anxiety. The black wolf was the only one who listened, the only one who was willing to wait patiently as she worked out how to mouth the words properly so that others could understand. And he had the very same problem, lacking a voice so instead needing to speak entirely through body language. It was hard to think about anything other than her mysterious acquaintance. She knew that it was wrong to speak with him, to seek him out when she went on a walk through the woods. And yet… although she knew that it was wrong, it felt so, so right.

Too late Loki, im unleashed… be prepared

-Imposter

Hi guys it me again Ghost! I’ve noticed that not a lot of the fan fictioners are posting anymore. Just the new people. I know y’all are busy with life and stuff but pls come back sometime. We miss u guys. 🥹🥹🥹. #FF4L. ✌️.

-Ghost.

Black Ghost- A Lone Howl Halloween story

By President Loki

(Part two of One)

Curiously, today felt different. The Black Ghost story still hanging on the back of her mind, she ventured her way through the trees with a slight hint of wariness. Ghost stories always fascinated Quiet, but they also gave her a sense of fear and precaution. It usually took her a day or so to get the details of the story out of her mind, freeing her of any additional anxiety.

The longer that she walked the more anxious she felt, and soon she was looking around, casting glances over her shoulder every few steps. The undeniable feeling of being watched had overtaken her, and it caused her fur to tingle all along her body. And yet, she couldn’t see, smell, nor hear any sort of hint as to there being another living soul out in the forest with her. Even the birds and squirrels seemed quiet for such a well-weathered day.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and stopped in her tracks. Pivoting, she looked slowly around at the brightly colored forest surrounding her, scanning it for anything that could be tracking her movement with steel eyes. She circled twice, unable to find any sort of sign that she was being followed, but as she turned back the way that she had come for a third time, she was met with the face of a very fluffy black wolf. His eyes were white, a foggy sort of pale gray with no life in them at all. He was inches away, dry nose puffing hot air into her face, and although he was far taller than she, his eyes were directly level with her’s. Had Quiet been able to make a sound, she would’ve screamed; but her silence kept her from reacting in fear. Being mute kept her oddly calm in situations such as this, and even as fear spiked through her body, she stayed rooted.

When she blinked he was gone, as was any sort of trace that he had existed at all. Slowly turning her head once more she searched for him, but seeing nothing, she set off back towards her home in unnerved angst.

Become the darkness. Embrace it.