I am, who I am.
My friends, and perhaps a few others call me Wolf. It's one of many nick names I've earned throughout my life. each one I've done or acted certain things to earn them. Wolves are hunters, fast, strong, cunning, and have a vast appetite for meat, and on occasion during spring, especially the full moon, a vast sexual appetite. They are faster stronger, and have a much higher reaction time during that period of time, yet they are far more aggressive and irritable. That is true for 89.2% of all wolves, for me... It's true on every full moon, spring being the worst and far more difficult to control. Wolf is one of my commonly used titles, and for good reason. I am soon to be 18 years of age, I read and write stories and poetry. I can eat 3 times my body weight under the right concisions in one sitting I always weigh between 125 and 130 pounds, never more, never less. I'm thin, yet, I can do much more than what people believe, I can do much more than the average person can. I have a higher understanding than the average person. at the age of 6 I understood completely the full concept of Love, Death, and responsibility. By my eleventh birthday, I have seen and done far more than what any human been should have to see or go through in their life time. everything happens for a reason, and the past that I was forced to go through made me who I am today, I don't look like much, and most of the time I act like a different person, I have yet to show anyone who and what I really am. That particular side of me, not even worthy enough to call a Demon, the side of me that makes me a heartless monster, a fiend, a creature unworthy of life and in all respects damned. But once again, a side I've let no one see, a side of me, that even I fear. I am what I am, a shattered black soul in a mortal coil that we call flesh and bone.
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