Selkie Wife - poem, PG13

Title: Selkie Wife
Written: February 26, 2013
Note: In my Fantasy&Folklore class, we had to present a traditional tale. As I researched my choice, the selkie wife, I grew angrier and angrier. Then this happened. The version I told in class was slightly different, but I kept one very important detail the same.


( He found the skin on a beautiful day. )

*sigh*

Why am I worldbuilding an ancient werewolf pack in a part of the world I'm really not that familiar with? Like, at all. And I keep just grabbing random names from different places, because the pack stretches from Russia to Spain, and it's got tendrils in all of the countries on the Asian and European continents, and connections to Africa/the Middle East, and really, this is just not a pack you want to fuck with.

And the alpha's younger daughter just heads off to the US because her magic tells her that she'll find something she's been looking for there, so not much of the fic actually takes place in the Old World (as the magis call the pack's territory) (magis being magic-users: mages, who have inner magic, and witches who pull magic from the world around them). But I still feel the need to worldbuild, going back four generations.

*sigh*