The Wolf
I can never trust the Wolf. It always hungers. It always thirsts for blood. The beast inside me yearns for the chaos and glory of the fight. The mere thought of it fills me with an unexplainable lust; a lust for war.
A lust that was only mediated by one; Midna. A whisper from the orange-haired imp would always bring calm, would unfailingly drive the mindlessness of the Wolf away and would leave the green-clad Hero in its place.
But now Midna has gone; gone to rule over her own world of Twilight. But still the Wolf remains, a Wolf that is growing hard to leave behind, yet is increasingly easy to summon forth.
I fear the day when I can never return from the beast. When the scent of Ilia, or of Colin, or of any other of those I love overwhelms my will, and the Wolf finally takes me.
I can never trust the Wolf, not anymore.