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"Damn my human shape! My human feelings! My human blood!"
she cried
her heart was split, part human part animal, she couldn't
take it anymore.
Her human side watched the horrors of her kind and was numb
to it, but her animal side could not bare those sights, in
her sleep she cried for a salvation, for help.
Humans, what a weak link, a mistake of nature, a plague, and
she did not want to be a part of a race that kills it's own
kind and then moves on to other races, she wanted her beast
to take over, she wanted to run on green grass, to breath
fresh air, away from the smoke and the stench that
surrounded the human race, but she couldn't, she was a
prisoner in her own soul, she couldn't brake free.

One night, while wondering in her beastly shape, watching
the destruction and hoping it was not true, she met him, he
was just like her, human in shape but beast in mind, the
looked at each other in agreement, their kind was wrong.

Every night they met, talking without words, agreeing that
this is no good and that something must be done, they gave
each other hope for a better life, in a better place.

One night, the worse had happen, she found out she loves
him.
Human feelings were in her heart and again she felt the
human blood coursing through her veins, she wished not to be
human and yet her human side took over once more.
Things gone even worse when she told him of her feelings and
discovered that he feels the same, they were both humans
now, no way to escape, even their best side died away in her
heart, her cursed human heart.

She couldn't bare the thought that her human side could take
over and destroy her beastly side, she knew that now she is
no better then any of the pathetic humans she despised. She
wished not to go on in this life, she wished not to become
one of her kind, no, she couldn't, she mustn't, she had to
do something.

In her last sense of sanity she took the knife, leaving
behind  a letter wrote in a language forgotten by man, she
told of her tormented human soul and of her fear of becoming
the what she hated, she wrote the letter in blood, and put
it on her bed, she couldn't even begin to bare the thought
of the sorrow in his eyes.

She killed herself on the bed, and was reborn as a wolf, a
silver one, with a beast shape, and yet, a human mind.







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בבמה מאז 10/1/02 1:33
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