Dakota
1 – White Winter
Harsh winds ripped through my fur and shivers shook my entire body coinciding with each rumble of my stomach.
My little sister, Lizzie, and I had been having a great time on a hot summer day at the public swimming pool.
The Pull urged me to move but I resisted. I wanted to lie here, just for a moment. Maybe I’d get lucky and freeze to death.
Well the answers are; sort of; the overpowering magnetism that likes to jerk me around here and there and; of course it’s a nice name, it’s my sister’s name.
I guess it was for the best, the food was scarce enough as it was without extra mouths to feed.
You think I would’ve lost count by now, but when all you have is time you don’t want to lose track of it.
Three years since I almost killed someone and ran away from home. Three years since I’d seen my family– my parents, my little sister and my baby brother. Three years since I became a werewolf. I missed my family terribly but I couldn’t be near them; I was a monster.
I hadn’t chosen what I am.
We are dealt our cards and can’t change them; it’s what we do with them that counts.
I had chosen to follow the Pull like a mindless sheep.
So here I am, lying in the snow, not knowing whether I’m more likely to die from the cold or starvation ‘cause THERE’S NO DARN FOOD IN THIS BARREN WASTE LAND!
Since day one it practically high-jacked me and steered me through deserts, forests and countryside; up mountains, over rivers; through rain, shine or snow.
I got to my feet, or paws rather, and shook the snow from my fur that had gathered during the night.
Then I was off again, trudging through the deep snow
The whistling wind blew sheets of snow in my face as I made my up to the ridge where I’d seen the shape.
lonewolf wrote:1 – White Winter
Harsh winds ripped through my fur and shivers shook my entire body. My stomach rumbled. When did I last eat? I had just woken from a dream.
My little sister, Lizzie, and I had been having a water fight on a hot summer day in our backyard.
The Pull urged me to move, but I resisted. I wanted to lie here, just for a moment. Maybe I’d get lucky and freeze to death.
Right now, you’re probably wondering is this guy some sort of suicidal emo? What the heck is the Pull? And possibly even Lizzie is a nice name.
Right now, you're probably wondering, "Is this guy some sort of suicidal emo?", "What the heck is the Pull?" and even possibly, "Lizzie is a nice name."
Well, the answers are; sort of; the overpowering magnetism that likes to jerk me around here and there, and; of course it’s a nice name, it’s my sister’s name.
Day 1102. You think I would’ve lost count by now, but when all you have is time, you don’t want to lose track of it.
I missed my family terribly, but I couldn’t be near them; I was a monster.
I hadn’t chosen what I am.
Was I lonely? Of course. But others of my kind held no interest for me. Life’s tough. Stuff happens.
Maybe I was not alone in this strange white world.