'twas midnight a year gone by since the great night walker had fallen from the sky and all through the woods not a creature was stirring except for a wolf a wolf with the body of human a wolf filled of hate hate mixed with glee a confused angry wolf jumped thorugh the trees she hated all humans then why was she drawn to that one particular human with the cursed arm she was a wolf and that ment she was strong but how was it his presence make her feel weak she knew now that she loved him but that love made her weak cause she was a wolf but the wolves no longer could speak she was outcast of both worlds now and she had to choose she had to find ashitaka she had to speak had to decide between embracing the thrill of the hunt or the thrill being embraced by the one she loved why is it this hard it should be rather simple a wolf does not have time to love people her mother was not here to ask for advice to tell her what to do with her life yet she had told of the human male desire to give her his love but yet he lives in the town of iron the town of hate that had killed everything that she had know yet held the one who had given her the pretty stone as she approached its walls she beard her teeth and emitted a low growl though her knees felt weak she began to scale the large pillars were she knew he would be asleep in his den close to that wise old friend as she entered the town she frowned in disgust the humans always smelled awful smelled like hate smelled like greed then how come he smelled of the newborn leaves of a calm meadow alive in the breeze smelled of hope smelled of life smelled of glee as she quietly crawled through the streets his smell suddenly washed over her and made her shudder made her stand up on her two back feet she could now see his old friend ahead tied to a tree as she approached he suddenly awoke though a quick shhh and a nuzzle of his nose put back to dreaming of who knows she approached his door and opened it quietly as a grazing deer when she saw his form she anger herself for she had to urge laugh to giggle like a pup after slaying his first calf for for was a mess half of his body was on the floor half on the bed emitting a soft sonar of exhaustion his fur was a mess his shirt flung in the corner of his room she approached with a determination and thought what a wolf would do it be rather simple a slip of her knife and all this confusion would be through no more pain of his presence no more bothering emotions out of the blue but she was weak and knew that was something she could never do and before she realized it she was gently pulling his body back onto the bed and laid down next to him resting her head on his chest and brushed her fingers upon the faded scare she given him the mark felt soft and too her surprise he mutter "San" and moon enlightened the smile that formed on his lips and as she looked at his eyes still closed in sleep she decided that maybe she could wait until mourning to speak
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