First time Writer

Started my first year, double stroke interfered with completing my undergraduate program in the “Creative-self taught Writing, Freelance-Author,” I feel ready and excited to restart my life to living to the fullest, and a new journey on pursuing my dreams to never giving up.

🦇My identity is that of Raven-Wolf, a High-Princess within the shaman-druidic order, Energetic witch, blood-hunter, demigod-cleric🦇 whose physical form is as captivating as my spiritual calling; my pale skin provides a stark contrast to my long, vibrant blue-green hair that flows down my back, while my striking purple, hourglass eyes seem to glow with an unearthly luminescence, making an unforgettable impression.

Attire; hooded-cloak, made of white-tale dear skin, of dark purple-green, leather ripped pants, top color-royal blue with a strap around the neck and shoulders, family-crest brooch, my boots produced of indigenous-snowy owl mukluk sheep-skin.

With my pouch, I carry weapons like {short-blades, wand, my journal made from leather, papyrus-treated animal skin, fountain pen-feather, pencil, tankard, utensils, bedroll,} and Druids gain proficiency in skills that reflect their connection to nature and Wisdom, while Blood Hunters focus on skills that enhance their combat and investigative abilities, and Clerics lean towards skills that support their divine power and knowledge.

I move with a graceful coldness, fearless, god-like power aka demigod, an aloof and imperious air, a subtle chill emanating from me that keeps others at a distance.

I’m a “Creative-self taught Writing, Freelance-Author,” whose articles on criminal psychology often leave me pondering the complexities of the human psyche; and mythological-creature knows how, as I tap-tap-tap of my keyboard is the soundtrack to my investigations.

This involves a lot of time spent immersed in the detailed world of case files, their contents both intriguing and sometimes disturbing, interspersed with interviews, each conversation a chance to piece together the truth.🦇

My home is known as Athkatla; a beautiful, ancient with a “legacy” with dark secrets about this castle, looking over the hills, the waves crashing over the rocks, and as Raven-Wolf settles by a roaring fire, sparkling flames, sipping away on my coffee was just about to pick up her novel a creepy noise got her attention.

Putting down my novel to go see what got Raven-Wolf's attention, but to her surprise, it was just the wind from an open window, and a twig scratching the side of the castle.

Just about to latch, and break some of the branches to make sure that it does not break the window.

Moving to kitchen, put the kettle on, once the kettle was done, Raven-Wolf, turned off the lights, to get ready to settle back on her comfy chair, wrapping herself with an old quilt, adding more wood to the fireplace, and as she was about to reach for her novel, the phone rang.

Who would be calling this time of night, with that said; {hello, Mrs. Wolf, the mysterious caller started to proceed with this is your boss, Mr. Loki, if you are done with your vacation, came across the wire, about a mysterious siting of a mythological-creature rampaging, and just then the phone cut off.}

Must be this out of the unexpected sky turning from normal to un-godly purple clouds, spiking through was a flash of lighting, it was coming done hard, since the phone died, and now no lights just the sparks from the fireplace, Raven-Wolf was in blackness.

Well good as any, was just about to turn in for the night, setting my empty cup of coffee in the sink, turn in, distinguishing the fire, she made herself to her room, kicking her slippers off, rolling down the sheets, and about to put my head on the pillow, a flash of lighting illumination sparks bright up the hole room rubbing her eyes, for she thought to herself what is that in the shadows? Maybe she was more tired then she thought.

Dawn rose early this morning, after a restless night, the phone lines were down, getting up to go downstairs, to making my morning coffee, open the door to get the newspaper, and remembering my boss Mr. Loki, warning me about a mythological-creature rampaging, there was an article in the newspaper.

Since the phones were down, the only way to communicate with my boss is through the internet, "hey boss, the phones are out," get me caught up with the head lines of this mythological-creature, and is this a job offer? Because you know that I'm on vacation, {yes, Mr. Loki, knows that, okay so what you want me to do?} His reply was yes, get to the bottom of this.

Finishing my coffee, went to my room, started packing, only stopping to reserve my plane tickets, just at that moment, out of the blue coming out of the shadows was an old friend named; "Xena, sword," dedicates herself to becoming a heroic figure, using her prowess to help others and to make amends for her previous actions.

She strives to redeem herself through acts of heroism, using her exceptional combat skills to atone for her past wrongs and make amends.

Xena; her traits, open-mindedness, honesty, intelligence, huntress, understanding of mythological creatures, quick to judge, Scythians, and her clothing; covered in armor, with bows-arrows as weapons, apparel, robes, and trinkets.

You have to keep your visit short, not to be mean, but work is calling my name, little humor there, Xena, said; {I know that is why I am here!} On that note, Raven-Wolf was in questioning, what are you talking about? Well asking if you don't mind on offering a cup of coffee or something, Xena will explain, as we both sat there in deep conversation, and by the time it was over, Xena opened a portal we were swooped in.

Whispering-woods, sets on the other plans, where time and space never meet. If I was to take a guess, the time would be near mid-afternoon, being cautious, coming upon a fork in the road, Xena, pulled on my arm to getting down, and be quiet.

To Raven-Wolf's eyes, there were dark-elves everywhere, to the right just over in the high treetops unicorns aka Pegasus-a unicorn, to the left was dark little pond shape and "wading" when referring to the movement of a platypus.

This world of the "Whispering-woods, has a creepy feeling surrounding Raven-Wolf, just then Xena, jumped up, saying; we have to go and now.

An open another vortex we walked in, to both are surprise, this is were are suppose to be, out of nowhere right in front are eyes was the mythological-creature, and now we stand face to face with Raven-Wolf's knowledge about mythology, as she studied long ago, she be-friended this creature.

There is a story here but has nothing to do with mythological-creatures, has to be about this large reptile of the monitor lizard called {Komodo-dragon,} and 10 Facts About Komodo Dragons Posted by: Daniella A. GoEco > Blog > 10 Facts About Komodo Dragons. https://youtu.be/IuIgY1CCaEI?feature=shared

Just then there was a whirlwind, nothing to see, but now Raven-Wolf was sitting in my home in Athkatla, with a warm blazing fire, and thinking this was only a dream, but no; {there it was, a Komodo-Dragon,} in my home.

Finishing up with her article, the phone lines are now open, first thing Raven-Wolf did was call her boss, Mr. Loki, and said; {here is the facts about this mysterious-creature on a rampage,} another thing it was not that but it was an Komodo-Dragon being were it was not suppose to be.

Raven-Wolf, was tired from her long journey, putting food in a dish, adding water in bowl, before making sure her new friend the Komodo-Dragon was nice and cozy before going to sleep herself, just then the door flew open.

Xena, but she was not alone, a zoo-keeper was with her, it was hard to find this zoo-keeper, but she would like to take her home, Raven-Wolf did not have a problem with that, her work was done, so that meant the dragon would be safe, and Raven-Wolf could finally get the rest that she needed on continuing with her vacation.