ok, new story, enjoy.
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the would be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our greet, and ling the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
That's right, we wear the mask. It suites us, it hides our blood loving eyes, and our grinning smiles. We kill for pleasure and die with honor. It suites us, we go as far, to roam the country to far from home, to only kill more and more. We don't look human and don't look animal; we sort of crossed in between. To me your foolish, if I may say my self, to even dare come after us, we are to cunning and we hide from you. You won't get far, for the elders will surely hunt you down. Not to surprise we truly mean no harm, you leave us be, we leave you be, its simple and its plain. For we are the hybrid wolfs, long lost in ancient stories, we truly do exists, it's just we don't show our selves. We hide from what you call your selves. You humans have populated to fast, we had to flee, we hid quite well, until the day you people found us, oh hear us cry you killed us all and made us pay for the sins we plagued upon the land. Yet one of us survives your mast slaughter, run, and save us all, for you are the last one, our last hope.
short, but hay its a prolog