"She can't help it. She cozies up to the knight and caresses her cool, fuzzy cheek. She understands now, the tales that men spit out and women whisper of. There is something irresistible to the sadness of the lycan." Some exploratory writing about a werewolf knight, her guilt complex, and her impressive tendency to mournfully seduce every damsel she relieves of distress. Oh, and of course--the tortured Catholicism of the whole ordeal. Shorts are mainly told through the points of view of the maidens who, despite it all, find ways to get close to the great and noble Beauwolf. "Chapters" are non-sequential and will be posted whenever I get the chance. Content warnings in place for future possible chapters and I will warn before each chapter in advance with specifics. Review if you’d like! If this gains any traction maybe I’ll do something with it. I really just need to throw this somewhere. Oops. Enjoy. (Story is also up on: Tumblr, Wattpad, and Inkitt! You can find me under the same username everywhere)