Why am I such a monster? I can't even stop myself from hurting those I love, those I care about. The rage within me fights too strongly. Others of my kin say we're all like this but I know that they think I am different. My change was so destructive one of the local pack members was almost killed. I'm more than a monster, I'm a victim to the beast that flares within my heart. I should just give myself over to the beast that rages to be free. The beast of the wolf, then maybe it will settle, maybe I am the cause of my own pain. I can feel myself running, running from the pain, my pain; strong muscles ripple beneath my fur, fangs elongate and crowd, forcing my jaws apart, I let loose a sound few can comprehend, a long mournful howl full of rage and longing. In that moment I knew I wasn't a wolf in human skin, I was different. A wolf spirit bourne into flesh tearing to be free, to fly across the Earth and the Shadow with nothing to stop me.... and yet I know I won't want to let go, not truly, at least not yet. So I will remain, protector of my kin and loved ones. Fatal sight to my enemies, warrior in the dark, flashing fangs and brutal attacks where no being alive or dead has the power to stop me. For I am Wolfsfang.
 rubywerewolf · Fri Feb 09, 2007 @ 01:52pm · 5 Comments |
