I Just Wrote Three Pages Of Lore In Past Tense And Now Im Thinking About Rewriting It In Present Tense

I just wrote three pages of lore in past tense and now I’m thinking about rewriting it in present tense because I guess I just love to suffer.

Would it be weird to have some lore in past tense and some in present??? Probably. Do I care? Unfortunately.

I will NEVER get over how pretty wolvden is

Ok so consider: I write some lore after not writing for months

Boutta write everything so out of order but I promise I will focus at some point and work on the google doc version I have, but for now!!! I will write about Plover and Blue Jay, Egret’s first litter.

Fuck it. Y’all can deal with part one being in past tense and I’ll fix it when I feel like thinking.

The Next Chapter

(The image, as well as the accompanying text, that I will be putting in my den to indicate the new “chapter” of the Lily-Pine pack.) 

Deca may be the official leader of the pack, but everyone knows that Selena pulls the strings. She’s always there, whispering in his ear, her eyes glowing that strange blue. Despite her admittance of being different, some members of the pack think there’s something else. Underneath her “prophet” persona, there is something very, very wrong. 

(Gotta write this little tidbit because it really adds to Selena’s mysteriousness!)

Sometimes she’d disappear, normally in the middle of the night. She’d come back early morning, her mate, Smoke, waiting for her. They’d speak in hushed voices, retreating to their den. 

It was truly peculiar, the way Selena would come back with a belly heavy with pups. 

Deca thought to ask her about it and called her into his den one night. He was the alpha, after all, and he should know what was going on in his pack. 

So, his best friend lay in his den, gently licking the fur on her swollen belly. She was pregnant for the third time. Her first litter only one male pup survived. He was named Anubis, and he was...something else. He barely spoke, hardly even spent time with anyone. Deca didn’t mind, he was nice enough. They spoke occasionally about his scouting missions and the leader had come to realize he was very observant and intelligent. He wished the young wolf had more friends, though. Anubis seemed deeply sad. 

Selena’s second litter only had two pups. Nephthys and Horus. They were bright, outgoing pups. Although, Nephthys unnerved Deca. She was always staring off at nothing. Even when they were speaking, she didn’t truly look at him. Her gaze pierced into his soul and he felt that she saw everything. His past, his present, his future. The very fabric of his being. 

Horus, her brother, was normal. He dreamed of being an asset to his pack, hunting majestic elk. He was quieter than his sister, who always had something to say, but when he got excited about something he wouldn’t stop talking.

Deca sighed, unsure how to word what he had to say. He settled for a simple question. “Where do you go at night?”

Selena stared at him for a moment, an almost amused look on her face. “The lunar plane.”

“Why?”

She chuckled, giving Deca a look that said are you sure you want to know this? “There are...special wolves in the plane. Demigods. Their offspring inherits their power, but only a fraction of it.”

He should’ve known that with the existence of gods there would be other supernatural things, but it didn’t take the shock out of it. Selena wanted these not-wolves to father her pups? Why? For the power? He supposed there was something appealing about having extra special pups, not that he would want any. He would much rather prefer his normal pups with Kyra, his mate. 

“So...,” he struggled with the words. “You’re only gone one night. How are you that far along already?”

“Time passes differently in the lunar plane.”

He waited, expecting her to continue, but she didn’t. It almost seemed as if she was hiding something, leaving out certain information. He decided not to press her, acknowledging that maybe there were some things he shouldn’t know. For now, at least. 

“Thank you, Selena. I appreciate your honesty.”

She nodded, standing to leave. As she walked out of his den, Deca could’ve sworn that he saw a slight blue glow on her stomach, and blue dust shook free from her pelt with every step.

He had the feeling that Selena was not what she said.