A black wolf runs in the woods where she is going few can tell .her body bends and twist like a dancer as she dodges trees and stumps stretching out her hole body ready to attack those in her way .children flea from her sight a smart move for the young and old , hunters try to hunt her but wind up dead instead . she reaches a cliffs edge closest to the moon she howls with delight a long howl no others to disrupt its purity.her eyes taken on a mournful gaze as she finishes her song looking upwards to realize there was no one else to share it with .The bright lit moon hangs as a dark reminder of her twisted past for she once was a start in the eyes of all only to fall on broken wings . her body replaced by the hound of death to search for a master she had yet to have met . As she shifts her gaze to the cities and towns nearby her ears lower dreading the welcome she has the threat of receiving but in the wilds of the badlands only death awaits even the strong will fall as the darkness creeps into ones mind an seals your fate
If I was in a room with you and two werewolves and I had a gun with two silver bullets, I'd shoot you, twice.
