in my head. I wondered how t

ourself; we are all born the same, but why am I treated differently? "Runt!" Why are they doing this? "You should have never been born!" I wish to di

perhaps my life

een wavy hair huddled in a ball. Her t

ck golden hair and matching tails. Their eyes glowed, fan

. No matter what they

would be OK. The beating continued. One hundred and thirty years. This has been ongoing for a hundred and thirty years now. She sank her fangs into her lower lip, wishing and pleadi

ied one after another, leaving only her. Two moon rotations ago her p

ey had competitors, not one but two, and

manoid form with ears, snout, fangs and

e

d. What made it worse was that half of their Kur was killed during the stampede not too long ag

y, I f

r Lu-

um

ar life; I had become something old, powerful, and forbidden. Something that had been hunted from existence because of its ability to guard those weaker. Ev

.' Ada

.' Lo

.' Str

.' L

ld not understand. I struggled to

um

e. I was not born to this body, but dragged. The memories that continuously flowed should be short, b

take o

my eyes

ywhere filled with

to me and bite down with all

um

was both foreign and familiar, but I wondered to myself why would it

stantly be repeated in my mind like a prayer. This... "Dron." it escaped from my bleeding li

ingness to continue living. The emotions over

illy books I read became rea

ig, or born in the year

the name could not come to mind right now because the blow

my mind. I sh

d

t as

left from between my s

en eyes unable to fully opened, stained

o

liev

ving behind my son-a wild species and a husband-scum. I loved

ithin it that could be usefu

eft me among wolves to be tortured

usly refused to move, gri

, blanking o

ing apart at the reality. So back then I was not even ca

as I

to

t... was jus

h... unbe

inued to flash of the two lives

een truly perfect. Those that were supp

ued to attack me. Pulling out chunks of

ey seemed like nothing. One pain trad

to a dyi

dark side of my

d by something or someone holding me in an embrace so warm it was burning against my damaged skin. The scent seemed fa

forever frien