Once, when I was ever so kindly the defenceless runt of my ‘loving’ family, someone changed my fate. More so, me. By turning me into a monster, I only imagined. Some know how to be a supportive and reliable leader, I know I do. Leading a pack of fifteen ravenous, and feral wolves isn't easy, but I've learnt to manage. As my new position as Alpha, I've maintained some issues. And locked them in a little box where the issues cannot come out, they're too hard to resolve. I myself, was a werewolf. The others were just full blooded vicious wolves , but accept me for me. Though, I'm still spiteful of trust.
A memory stuck with me and filled my senses, of how I became this terrible werewolf. Shadows laid over the Sun’s Ray's, like a blanket shown over the earth. Stars were stamped into the night like cookie cutter designs, as they twinkled amongst each other. Each memory was etched ever so delicately into each frame of what I could comprehend. The transformation, it was bizarre. A voracious man whom eyes were encapsulated with a white haze, had molded me like clay into this werewolf creation. In that process, I was automatically the Alpha of this pack whom I did not know. Skin torn, and replaced by this silky wolf ears, and itchy tail. It had grown to me being arrogant, and bitter.
It was ludicrous, all of it. Over long years of atonement, and vindication, I leant how to manage this mess. With aggressive behaviour towards being you can win, human, wolf any type of feral being. When you're fighting for per say, the last bit of food on that wooden table, you need to fight for it. Human or not, that food can really trigger you when someone goes for it. My hope for being the real me again had fallen adrift. To me, all I was listening to was the demon on my shoulder, not the Angel. Simply, I gave up my actual life, and replaced it with hunters,Omega’s , and Alpha’s. Just hide behind the fur mask that was sown to me, and I'll be fine.
My life wasnt really
Great but I managed to keep in touch with myself over the years.
I watched as mountains shifted into new
Positions and coldness struck across us, like a colossal wrecking ball. Waves of unrecognisable winds that boomed loudly.
Nature grew in many ways, as it died.
Trees swayed, and more branches had been forever loss, from he weight of the colourful birds. Listening to the
Songs of nature, and roars of the
Lakes vigorous splashing, it always made me feel home.
The days had set cold, the heat had left. We
Felt encapsulated into this frosted haven. Natures once wealthy life, had grown sorrow. It buried itself
Into a deep mess of uncontrollable snow.
My pack had froze to death, in the bitter cold. One last breath, I had exhaled.
My name is Wxlf.
That was my story.
A memory stuck with me and filled my senses, of how I became this terrible werewolf. Shadows laid over the Sun’s Ray's, like a blanket shown over the earth. Stars were stamped into the night like cookie cutter designs, as they twinkled amongst each other. Each memory was etched ever so delicately into each frame of what I could comprehend. The transformation, it was bizarre. A voracious man whom eyes were encapsulated with a white haze, had molded me like clay into this werewolf creation. In that process, I was automatically the Alpha of this pack whom I did not know. Skin torn, and replaced by this silky wolf ears, and itchy tail. It had grown to me being arrogant, and bitter.
It was ludicrous, all of it. Over long years of atonement, and vindication, I leant how to manage this mess. With aggressive behaviour towards being you can win, human, wolf any type of feral being. When you're fighting for per say, the last bit of food on that wooden table, you need to fight for it. Human or not, that food can really trigger you when someone goes for it. My hope for being the real me again had fallen adrift. To me, all I was listening to was the demon on my shoulder, not the Angel. Simply, I gave up my actual life, and replaced it with hunters,Omega’s , and Alpha’s. Just hide behind the fur mask that was sown to me, and I'll be fine.
My life wasnt really
Great but I managed to keep in touch with myself over the years.
I watched as mountains shifted into new
Positions and coldness struck across us, like a colossal wrecking ball. Waves of unrecognisable winds that boomed loudly.
Nature grew in many ways, as it died.
Trees swayed, and more branches had been forever loss, from he weight of the colourful birds. Listening to the
Songs of nature, and roars of the
Lakes vigorous splashing, it always made me feel home.
The days had set cold, the heat had left. We
Felt encapsulated into this frosted haven. Natures once wealthy life, had grown sorrow. It buried itself
Into a deep mess of uncontrollable snow.
My pack had froze to death, in the bitter cold. One last breath, I had exhaled.
My name is Wxlf.
That was my story.
