Cailean Uen's Journal

The inner mind of a Wolfkind. A quiet walk through thought, instinct, and wilderness.

Sammy's Dead

Sammy's Dead

Murdered by a vampire right in front of us, poor lass.

ewan

Limbo

Limbo

I've been thinking about doorways lately. Not the wooden ones with hinges and handles, but the invisible ones we pass through without realising—the spaces between what was and what will be, between who we were and who we're becoming.

ewan

The Taste Never Leaves

The Taste Never Leaves

I've escaped the memory, but I can still feel it clinging to me like blood under my fingernails.

ewan

I'm Sorry

I'm Sorry

I... I didn't want this.

ewan

Silver Fire

Silver Fire

I had the strangest dream last night. Or maybe it wasn't a dream at all.

ewan