Demon Chapter 1: Desire to Kill
I was always misunderstood. Left out, ignored. As I walked out of my den, two Alphas were hanging around. The bigger one, Jett yelled out, "Hey look! Its that freak alpha Seth!" His friend Storm said, "Yeah!" and they laughed. I ignored them and walked away into the forest. Voices ran around in my head. "He's sp different! That freak! He doesnt have friends! He's dangerous! Dont go near him!.." All those words, are true. I'm a monster. I cant control myself, its very hard to try and hold it in. I cant go one jour without killing something...or even someone. In the blink of an eye, I went from being par the river in the forest, to a forest clearing. I heard some rustling in the bushes around me. I yelled out, "Show yourself coward!" Ears perked, I was looking around. The wind blew through my silver and black fur. I was still listening for any sounds. I heard leaves crunch. I looked towards the direction it was coming from, and a silhouette of a loup came into form. Coming closer to me. As the wind blew, I seemed like there were whispers in it, saying "Monster...." The sun came to a set, and the moon rose quickly. I still stayed in the clearing. I started walking back, and I heard a voice and it said, "Do toi wish to kill? Do you......desire it?"
I looked around and saw if anyone was around me, but no one was there. I ran around and checked in most of the bushes, to see if maybe one of the guys were pranking me. Still, no one was there. As the night ran longer, I still stayed out. I was always a night wolf. As I kept on walking, I felt the urge....the desire....to kill. I started running, my cœur, coeur pounding, and I came upon an Omega walking alone to its den. I hid in the bushes, preying it. My silver fourrure on my back stood up, my teeth started to grow sharp, claws grew long and sharp, and my or eyes turned to a blood red. My breath became heavy, and I started lowly growling. My mouth drooling, for death. It was true, I do desire to kill. As I unsheathed my claws a little more, I bared my teeth. I crouched down, ready to attack. Am I a cannibal? ou maybe its what they call......a demon.
I was always misunderstood. Left out, ignored. As I walked out of my den, two Alphas were hanging around. The bigger one, Jett yelled out, "Hey look! Its that freak alpha Seth!" His friend Storm said, "Yeah!" and they laughed. I ignored them and walked away into the forest. Voices ran around in my head. "He's sp different! That freak! He doesnt have friends! He's dangerous! Dont go near him!.." All those words, are true. I'm a monster. I cant control myself, its very hard to try and hold it in. I cant go one jour without killing something...or even someone. In the blink of an eye, I went from being par the river in the forest, to a forest clearing. I heard some rustling in the bushes around me. I yelled out, "Show yourself coward!" Ears perked, I was looking around. The wind blew through my silver and black fur. I was still listening for any sounds. I heard leaves crunch. I looked towards the direction it was coming from, and a silhouette of a loup came into form. Coming closer to me. As the wind blew, I seemed like there were whispers in it, saying "Monster...." The sun came to a set, and the moon rose quickly. I still stayed in the clearing. I started walking back, and I heard a voice and it said, "Do toi wish to kill? Do you......desire it?"
I looked around and saw if anyone was around me, but no one was there. I ran around and checked in most of the bushes, to see if maybe one of the guys were pranking me. Still, no one was there. As the night ran longer, I still stayed out. I was always a night wolf. As I kept on walking, I felt the urge....the desire....to kill. I started running, my cœur, coeur pounding, and I came upon an Omega walking alone to its den. I hid in the bushes, preying it. My silver fourrure on my back stood up, my teeth started to grow sharp, claws grew long and sharp, and my or eyes turned to a blood red. My breath became heavy, and I started lowly growling. My mouth drooling, for death. It was true, I do desire to kill. As I unsheathed my claws a little more, I bared my teeth. I crouched down, ready to attack. Am I a cannibal? ou maybe its what they call......a demon.
