I never asked to be different. I didn't choose to be this way: some wretched fairytale creature, shunned and hated by many. I didn't kill your brother. That was the hunter. He was trying to shoot me. Blame him for your problems. Leave me out of it. I'm a very peaceful creature actually. I live as a human during the day. I live among you and I eat what you eat. Why would I want blood? Why would I kill a person? At night, I run free in the forests. I roam across the land, howling, in agony. For I long to be loved. Why do you hate me so? Why do you despise me? I never did anything to you. I never hated you. I never hurt you. Why can't you just let me be? All I want is true freedom! All I want is to be myself without having to make excuses! What did I ever do to deserve this? I didn't choose to be this way! I didn't choose to live my life in secret for fear that you might come after me with torches and pitchforks! I'm not a monster, you know. I'm really not that different from you. Why can't you see that?
I think this proverb/story/whatchamacallit that I read up on a few months back fits the lycanthrope persona almost perfectly. Here, tell me what you think
In every person, there are two beasts, each capable of devouring the other.
One is evil through and through. He is made of revenge, sorrow, regret, rage, envy, greed, arrogance, stupidity, superiority, guilt, lies, ego, false pride, inferiority, self-doubt, suspicion, and resentment.
The other is everything kind. He is made of peace, blissful tranquility, wisdom, love, joy, hope, humility, compassion, benevolence, generosity, truth, faith, and empathy.
They circle one another inside our hearts and fight one another at all times.
Day and night. There is no let up, not even during slumber.
Be careful which beast you feed, for he will follow you home and live with you until you either make a bed for it to stay, or find the temerity to drive it out.
One beast representing darkness, hatred, and madness.
One representing light, love, and peace.
Whichever you feed, may destroy your life or better it.
*-----* This is.... Amazing. I wish I was a werewolf too. I thougth I was the only crazy one who saw werewolves like that you know not like monsters, really this text really touched me I could feel it. Love it, really amazing
I'm not a werewolf... but a werecat. I've not fully matured, so I don't transform yet...yet...
I'm not harmful, I wouldn't really hurt anyone, I might scratch or bite you, I might explode in your face... but all I want to do is go run into the woods and scamper up a tree and watch the birds, in peace...
I've never admitted this before. I thank you for expressing feelings in this poem, and to all other wereanimals out there, let's not use our abilities for wrong purposefully...
difficult to feel
motivated and stay
focused on our goals
all the time. But
how to achieve what
we want, how to not
stand in our
way?Here are some of
my thoughts about
the topic and I hope
that they might be
is hosting an
exciting contest for
you ALL to
participate in! We
hope you're all very
eager to create and
submit your entries,
please read the
To Tell a
Story:The theme of
this contest is to
tell a story, which
Paranoia by - wchild
Reflection by -
meets very smallby -
for heroes by -
xbastex84by - sevron
* by -
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More