A.N: Response to The Poetry Challenge by sick-atxxheart. I got this amazing plot bunny which refused to let me alone.

I am here to learn to write better, and here I get feedback. So please, any mistakes spotted by more experienced eyes, tell me. English is my second langue, so it would be very helpful. Also, constructive critism is apreciated. Well, onto the fics, eh?

Disclaimer: I own no recognizable characters.

There they are.
Those beings who act like they're angelic creatures.
They scrap onto their own faith in themselves and their powers.
Or the power of their leader, their sharp weapons.
I can also see them admiring their relics and smell their incense.

"Wizards." I say and step out of the shadow which kept me hidden from view.
I see most of them tremble in fear as they discover my presence.
Then, one of their males stands, stretches out a hand.
He smiles and tries to lure me in with kind words and meat.
I snarl to them, telling them that I can be an atrocious beast if I am tested.
They pull back, frightened by my display.

Only one doesn't pull back
It's a male human cub.
He looks at me with bright green eyes.
I know him.
He is their saint, their guardian.
But his eyes reveal that he is no guardian.
His scar destroys his looks.
His body is too fragile to fight in such a bloody war as the one which awaits.
And I can see now that he didn't pull away from me because he's chained like a beast.

I am disgusted.

"Is this how you treat your own?!"
I yell furiously at them.
"Are you going to keep him like this until You Know Who shows up, and you can shove the cub in front of him?!"

"It does not matter if I kill him or not."
The boy speaks to me in my langue after best effort.
"To them I am an angel of Light, meant to fight the Demon of Darkness.
They are keeping me until time of battle is here.
You saw how they reacted when you spoke to them in their tongue.
They fear you, werewolf brother, as they fear the dark shadows on the wall."

This time I stretch out a hand, in friendship.
He accepts it with his chain clad arm.
Something the others humans think is strange and wonderful.
I hear them whisper to themselves.
About the strength I put into their cause.
And the wonderful look it will give them.

And my decision is made.
"Mine is a place of healing, cub.
I cannot pull you away from there now, cub.
But when your chains fall to the ground, either in victory or flight…
Howl!
Howl and I'll come to your aid."

And I disappear.
I must leave the cub alone in his chains,
Knowing that I cannot break them as they watch their finest weapon carefully.
But I will always be within hearing range.
Waiting for a cub's untrained cry.