The legend.
Tears fall, blood spills, claws outstretched, hunting thy enemy.
Why do we do this?
What makes us this?
what is our purpose?
who were we?
Who are we really?
Where did we come from?
God only knows, but we will fight.
It is the urge to kill our enemies that drives our instincts.
Only those who choose to be different can make a change.
One who is small, yet strong.
A force inside her, that will never fade.
She is our defender, one who is gentle.
Yet her instincts torture her.
Telling her to kill.
Kill kill kill.
You must hunt. the instincts say.
Destroy those weaker.
she tries hard not to listen, but the beast inside cannot be withheld much longer. '
So how do you control what you cannot see?
How can you resist the primal instinct of the dragons?
the instinct to hunt?
What makes her human?
stuck between these two beings. being neither human nor demon.
What is her purpose?
What is her side?
Does she betray those who raised her, or the ones who abandoned her?
There is a legend
long forgotten.
of a girl who will save the weak.
But instinct threatens her mission,
blood makes her fight.
the hunt is her instinct.
yet to defend is her mission.
how does one chose where or when your instincts come out?
thats it. How does one chose.