I leave in a forest, and a heavily pagan area at that. At night, I can hear their chants as they can hear my own. In the morning, the deer come into the fields in order to give their praise to the goddess and god, while I sound off my prayers to the Holy Virgin.

Our synchronization has lead to a wondrous mixture of chants, sounds, beautiful songs that echo throughout the trees. I am truly blessed to live in such a place.

Hello, all,
I am an author hoping to get some notice on here. If you know me from the forums, you can already guess that I am very much entwined with Voodoo.

Because of this, much of my work reflects that atmosphere of the early world where pirates ruled the seas and when the Faith began to take root.
My first tale is going to be taking place in a more romantic time, when countries were kingdoms and the seas were full of all sorts of sinners and saints.
I love the idea of human to fur transformation, simply because it gives off a certain mystical feeling that involves both romance and adventure. Many of my stories contain such transformations, usually accompanied by a curse or loss of free will while retaining consciousness, binding the "victim" to the creature that provoked it.