;;And Then There Was Me;;

[Halhund]

This wasn't what he was normally used to. Hunting, killing, blood-baring, all to survive. All in the name of living. It was a strange, foreign experience to the slick grey wolf that glided across the field, face welded in a nonchalant grin.
The golden chain of his diamond-studded angel necklace was hidden in a mass of black, white, red, and grey fur that formed a messy mane on the back of his neck. Barely knew it was there, but Jackson enjoyed its presence all the same. It reminded him of memories long past, helped him keep the human side of his soul alive. Without the last remnants of Lisa's existence, Jackson was sure he would go completely insane. Especially after that Manson man turned him into a wolf, using the DNA of of Manson's old assistant's dog, Blitzkrieg.
Cantering across the sunny, hot meadow, Jackson began to see just how long a wolf's string of endurance was. If he were still human, the heat would've probably caused him to collapse by now. But then again, he wouldn't have been running... However, the wolf was running because he was hungry and well, wolves only got food by running for things, right? Unfortunately, the inexperienced Jackson didn't know yet that he'd already scared the rabbit away, so he was searching for a nonexistent source of sustenance. Tip of his tail wagging slightly while his claws dug into the loam, thinking that he might've been able to dig the rabbit hole out, Jackson didn't notice the bees coming up behind him.
His involuntarily-moving tail smacked one, and the little yellow insect's mind began slipping into its kind's favorite mood ever... Angry. With a maniacal buzzing sound, the bee flew madly around Jackson's head, causing the wolf to yelp and stammer backwards.
"Aiya!" he shouted, tripping over grass, rocks, even his own limbs, desperately trying to get away from the insects. Jackson didn't really seem to figure out that the bee sting wouldn't hurt as much, for his fur. So, he ran, and ran, and ran.
Beginning to tire, Jackson had to finally stop, dropping to the ground and panting heavily. He seemed to have outrun the bees, at lea-
Wait. What was that tickling on his nose..? Yelping with pain as the bee's stinger went into his muzzle, where which was a blind spot, Jackson took his front paws and batted the then-dying insect away, even attempting to take his back paws up to swing at the bee. The harrassed insect flew away, buzzes dying out as it got farther away. All tensed up from the experience, Jackson was glad he wasn't allergic to bees, at least. The welp left by the stinger stung and pulsed with dull soreness, but he ignored it. There were better things to do, like sleep. Which Jackson was beginning to fall into- soon the young grey wolf was slumbering on the grass, a spot on his muzzle glowing red from his encounter, yet the rest of his features seemingly content, happy even.

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((I hope you don't mind me jumping in :3))

Alyssa {The ONLY fairy tale}

Who are those little girls in pain?
Just trapped in castle of dark side of moon
12 of them shining bright in vain
Like flowers that blossom just once in years
They’re dancing in the shadow
Like whispers of love
Just dreaming of place where they’re free as dove
They’ve never been allowed to love in this cursed cage
It’s only the fairy tale they believe

The song lifted in the air on angelic wings and echoed across the meadow. Even after the song ceased to exist it still lingered in the land. The words held no special meaning to some, but to the one who was signing it was telling a story.

The one who had sung it was sitting up in the meadow, her head tilted to the sky, and her eyes closed. Her fur was a bright golden yellow color, shining vividly, as the sun reflected off of it. She had a ribbon died upon her head, which blew in the wind gently. On an outward glance she looked like an average wolf, there was nothing special about her, except perhaps her outward beauty. She was a simple wolf, yet she was very pretty, of course this really only comes because of the way she holds herself, with dignity and pride. She opened her eyes when the song ended and stared right in front of her. Her eyes were a bright blue and filled with nothing. Their was no hidden emotions, for there was none. Her eyes were like empty voids, leading to no where. Not many liked to look into her eyes for there was an eerie feeling to them. She was not very large, yet she was super small either. She was average. Everything about her looked average. But in reality, nothing was average about her.

She whispered something under her breath and suddenly her fur began to shine brightly as the sun and a white shadow appeared before her. The shadow lingered in the air was red dazzling eyes and the body of a dragon. Alyssa tilted her head backwards and began to sing the song once again, and only when it was over did the dragon like shadow disappear and her fur began to stop shining. She took sharp breath, feeling as if someone just punched her in her stomach. Artemis, when is it time, to say good-bye? She thought to herself as she stared at the ground. Her memories taking her back to her past.

Alyssa Sears was her name, or Subject 340. You see, Alyssa was not born. She was created. She was a successful human experiment after 5 years of failures. She was raised to be a fighter, to be filled with rage and hate, to attack he enemies and in the end die just so the humans could control a power that she doubted they could achieve. Also unlike most animals, Alyssa understood and could communicate with humans, well at least with one human, Miyu. Miyu was her caretaker and did everything she possibly could for Alyssa; she had a warm heart and wanted was best for her. Alyssa knew she would never see her dear friend again, for Miyu was destroyed trying to protect her. Now Alyssa was in the wild all alone, well except for Artemis. She did not understand wolf or human emotions. They were too complex for her, all she understood was hate, and even that was vague. She had no guides on how to make to live with a wolf. It wasn’t for her strong heart and her great will to live, she wouldn’t survive.

She wanted to live, but she knew she shouldn’t be alive. She had no right to walk upon the earth. She had no right to have Artemis. Her very existence did not balance right with the world. She knew that, yet, the one thing she wanted most in the world was to live, but she doubted she could achieve this. Some how Mother Nature would make the balance right again, and the only way to o that – was to kill her.