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Feast of Hunger

I'm in my own little bubble, made walls that surrounded me for how many years. It keeps me protected, alone, and free from discriminations people were throwing on me. Is it that bad to be someone you do not even wish to be? To be something you never thought about? To have no choice but to accept what you are and will never be the same as them? It is hard, harder than I can even imagine. I isolated myself away from their murderous glances, their mean thoughts that's directly pointed about me. You can just even think 'Is there a world appropriate for a person like me?'

That's life for me, this society will never accept you to a person you are but they will to a person they wanted you to be, to their eyes I am a monster, a murderer, a killer and a deceiver. Is that what really people know about me? Have they seen me kill or lay a hand to a person? Yet here I am walking steps away from the world I wanted to be in. I feel more lonely and it lead me to become an ice that no emotion can bother to escape.

Not until that day comes.

I was reading, I'm always fond of reading books all about different creatures and other dimensions, it makes me feel that I'm not alone, that somewhere near at this landscapes were someone who's in the same boat as I, and that night I heard rustling of leaves, howls that made me uncomfortable, I can even hear whimpers nearby. 'What's happening outside?' Was my only thought, I've been alone in this house located at the middle of the woods, I have no parents, my guardians died protecting me to something I can't remember which was odd.

Standing near at the only window in this house, here I grasp a sharp blade that I made myself, protection gears were always available when I'm in need to fight, without revealing what I really am, to keep this secret only for myself. Heaving a breathe, I sneaked to open the other half of the window, taking steps backwards as I pounced on forward passing through and landing on the ground with a thud. Whatever creature I heard a while ago must have sensed me, the sounds of crickets at night stopped, the only thing that I can hear was the rustling of winds through the dead leaves scattered at the open area just besides my den.

I furrowed my eyebrows 'Are they-?' My thoughts was cut off due to appearing of golden pairs of eyes from the shadows and silhouettes, they were piercing right through me, I can feel an unremarkable thump on my chest, what may that be? My questions were asked as a dead body of a wolf landed near my foot, I was startled but kept my composure. Sniffing through the air I can smell the betrayal and anger from it and my stomach churned. It's a Rogue.

Backing away three steps it seems they have stepped forward, their bodies were visible and their appearances can be merely identified but I knew it right away. There were two of them, although it's visible of how strong they are, they might be the Beta and the Alpha. This rogue seems to be one of their most hunted list, I stared at them, senses ready and instincts are alert. The other one gave an intense look before fading back, seeming to go back to their pack. It may look like the Alpha had leave all the work about me for his Beta.

He growled to me, looking a little affected at the little theory he has of what may I be. His sharp teeths showing, it looks like that he craves for something to gnaw on, and so then he pounced, with my reflexes I stepped a foot to the side and glided to his back and gave a hard kick to push him away, not after he left a scratch at my leg. Pretty fast, I'm do not know when ready to shift, and as far as I can I would be using my weapon and my weapon only. He tumbled to the pile of containers I have but he quickly pounced once more, this time front feet stretching out ready to claw on and at his eyes shows alertness of what I'll counter.

But even though I do not wan to shift, it's already deep at night, around quarter to midnight already, I'm tired as hell for this day, all I wanted was to rest but yet here I am, I just encountered werewolves, a creature that I mostly read about. So with no further ado

I shifted.

I can feel my bones cracking, dislocating as it locates to an another joint to my form. A wicked grin left my lips, I can feel his trembling, his enormous aura of fear, would it be...he's afraid of what truly I am? It's been how many years since I last shifted to my true form and all I can say is 'I love being this comfortable' and so with that thought I pounced to the Beta and gnawed on his flesh at his neck between my teeth, the smell of his blood heightens my excitement and that night was a little feast of my hunger as it grows larger and continuously finding for more. Other night settled down so quickly and once more I shifted.
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I shifted to the form of a DEMON.

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