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by MalleusGrey » Sun May 04, 2014 12:26 pm
"I'm running. Always running.
I have a pack now. A group in which I belong. In which... I'm supposed to belong. Being what I am. But do I truly belong anywhere? I never have. No friends per se. No job. Hell, it only took 16 years of being in a family before I ended up ripping someone's throat out. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm a werewolf?
It's odd really. No more than six months ago I was some average 16 year old kid. Now I'm ... Well truth be told I don't know what I am. I mean sure, the word "werewolf" gets thrown around a lot these days what with all the washboard stomachs, but it's not beautiful and it's not attractive. It's aggressive, violent and to most who contract it, fatal. It changes you, turns you into something that you weren't before. It tests your durability, your pain thresholds. It grinds you down. Eats away at you. And then, when you think you can't take the mental and physical beatings any further, it gives you what you really want. Rewards those who pull through the first stages. Strength, speed, agility. Heightened senses. Sustained, unlimited power.
To some people the whole prospect would be exciting. To others, a burden. But in comparison to everything, my lycanthropy is not one of the things I regard to have changed my life the most. I'm a fugitive. A murderer... My father's dead. My family wrenched apart. And I won't ever return to them. But as I said, no friends. No job. A family, but a dysfunctional one at best. Not ever returning to them isn't a huge blow. And being able to break my body and defy the definition of my species doesn't have much to do with that. But ironically, being able to break my body and defy the definition of my species is now the only reason I have to be a part of something. Because we're all in this together.
We're being chased.
We're being hunted.
We're running. Always running."
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MalleusGrey on Mon Aug 25, 2014 2:21 am, edited 8 times in total.
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by cooper. » Thu May 08, 2014 5:00 pm
Stalkie, stalking.
this life is so simple yet so complicated...
that it makes people want to leave this earth.
with their bodies as our only remainder and our
memories a broken mirror of the past.
i know you don't remember... but this,
this place, this riverbank, this broken memory.
this is one of the pieces of you that you miss.
this is my broken bliss.
your name is etched into me.
i am your walking tribute.
a walking scrapbook if you please,
filled with broken memories.
i will always be,
remembering you.
remembering cooper.
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