This was a fate that I did not deserve.
This was a fate for the evil and the heartless. Have I really fallen so high from graze. Have I really become the animal that I wished to destroy, have I become everything that I was meant to destroy, I have become something I swore to protect the people from. I can barely feel my body, the armour weighing me down, my red eyes closed as I dare not look at her, I dare not look into the eyes of the woman that has done this to me, of the woman that has taken literally everything away from me, because of the evil in my heart and my thoughts of harming her.

It is clear to me in this state what she truly is.
She plays the role of a whore, who obediently lies down on her back and lets the silent tears flow down my cheek as the crimson red flows from my body. Over and over the men have broken her. Over and over they have used her and harmed her, over and over they have amused her in these woods, but that was the ploy, that was the trap, that was her will, this is her magic and I have paid the prize dearly.

I seen right through her lies, her tricks.
But I was not strong enough to stop her, I was not strong enough to defeat her, I was right, she was a witch, she was strong, too strong for me to take alone. I should never of came here alone, I should of never took this gamble, this is all my fault, and as I lie there and whine lightly it is clear to me the prize for my foolishness is all to high.

Mye head would move first as I would raise it upwards.
She would rub her hands several times over and come towards me, stepping forward she would kneel down before me, my red sorrow filled eyes widening as she would extend her hand out towards me, she gently touched the side of my face, running her hand up the side of my head and rubbing my ears, my head would jilt back, my new powerful jaw would open as I clamp it down onto her hand.

Yet something odd would happen.
I so badly wanted to hurt her, to cause her more pain, I know I am trapped here, until she removes this armour and clothing of me I am not going anywhere fast, but I can still move my head. My jaw clamped shut on her small soft hand, but no pressure would be added. My sharp canine teeth to do break through her skin, only graze the top of it softly, my red eyes raise up and lock onto her own, it is clear to her there is a lot of hate in me towards her, I want nothing more than to hurt her so much, but there was something about her, something that was stopping me from even venting my frustration out before her.

Was this a another taste of her magic.
I don't know if it is, I am not sure, but I cannot risk annoying her or even attempting to harm her even more. My jaw would loosen around her hand, I pull back, licking the top of her hand where I had lightly bitten her weakly, my head slumping back down onto the cold heartless snow as I would struggle, trying to use all four alien limbs to push my weight up, to no avail I do not even move, the armour I had once worn in pride keeping me locked firmly in the ground.

Speech has been lost, I know this.
My throat feels different, as does my tongue, I am not even going to attempting opening this new mouth to humiliate myself in front of her. She knows what I want, I want this off me, I want to move, I want to get up, I am in pain, so much pain, and she is the cause of all of this. My red eyes would not move away from her own, I would simply keep my eyes locked firmly onto her, almost pleading with her to assist me in this most simple of tasks.

I would just lie there and wait.
Hoping and praying that she would take pity on me and free me from this spot, it is clear to us both that I will attack her right off, but I know that will only lead to more punishment, and more humiliation, it would be best for myself and what has happened to me so far to rethink what I am going to do to her and just listen to anything and everything she says, especially watching her movements and reading her body language, these will show me what her intentions are with me now.
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Can I call you Satan's pet and have you stride by the side of the whore of the under lord?
I've done this to thousands of men, all those who deserve an eternity alone to sail along the river sticks.

+ Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
I've lost my lights
I toss and turn I can't sleep at night +

Your body is burdened from your almighty skin of armour.
If I was to remove them…would you not just flee…would you not rip my body to shreds?; murder longs in your eyes, full of hatred for me.
Use it, shape it, and learn from it.

Your teeth are as sharp as I wished them to be, grazing my hand, licking the wound, like the dog you have become.
You came to show me god, but in mother natures playground I am your saviour.
I have washed away all your sins, cleansed you from your unclean body.
Filthy, rotten, sinful humans.
Who try to better world only with more filth.


Who think it is socially acceptable to hang a man or woman in public for their joy and entertainment.

Who think that God died for their sins.

I thank God for the suffering.
To have his hand guide them to my domain.


+ The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
And the mid-nightmare trampling of dreams +

She would smile; demented, twisted happiness as she watched you cower and slowly, she leaned back, moving her hand away from him, slowly, without worry if she was to ever bleed again.

" …I will remove your suffering…you will not attack me…I am your master now… "

And slowly, as she spoke those words again and again she reached over and removed the pieces of armour that caused him so much pain.
In reality, she knew that he would not attack; she could end his life in a blink of an eye, just as easily as she has created it.

" …I have cleaned you…be pure…stay by my side… "

She spoke again and again, preaching uncleanliness, preaching purity and washing away the sins.

+ No, I was no snow white breaking men like ice. +

Soon enough she had taken off the last piece of his armour that weighed him down. She would let him stand; she would look at him, and wait.
She was standing in the snow; she was almost invisible, her white skin… those red eyes, that black hair.

+ She was divinity's creature that kissed in cold mirrors
A queen of snow, far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere
Dark liquored eyes, an Arabian nightmare

She shone on watercolours of my pond life as pearl
Until those who couldn't have her, cut her free of this world +
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I would whine as I am trapped there.
My faint red hues catch a glimpse of her own, I would see deep into them, it is clear that she has done this many times, perhaps, dozens, hundreds, even thousands. You have stripped them bare, changed them into more fitting forms, made them what they really are on the inside, you are mother nature and this is your domain this is your playground, everything and anyone that steps into it is at a disadvantage, there soul already in your pocket, you may of changed me into an animal but it is clear who the beast is here.

Mbody is burdened from my almighty skin of armour.
The armour I once wore with pride, that I could walk and run, fight and defend within so easily and now it pins be down, hurting me and almost crushing me, I want out of it, I want out of these cloths, they remind me to much of what I have lost, humanity. My jaw would open, my sharp teeth glistening in the fading light, I feel disgusted for licking your hand, I feel so sick, so shamed, this is not fair.

I would watch with wide sorrow filled eyes.
Her hands touching me as she would easily and flawlessly remove the armour that pinned me down to the ground, she would pull it all off and toss it to the side in the snow, to be lost for all time. My eyes would blink as she would mutter her soft words to me, trying to comfort me or angry me, both where working on equal forms. As the last piece would be dropped to the snow she would step back.

It was the first time that I felt warm in this weather.
There I am, my humanity stripped from me at long last, I lie there on my belly, not ready to get up, my back legs moving lightly, my back paws digging into the snow as out of no where I would pounce. My faster and more agile form colliding with her own. She would be knocked back to the ground, my form limbs pinning her down, my hind paws on her knees and my fore paws on her shoulders.

My jaw would open and was clamped down around her neck.
There teeth not breaking the skin, but she can see and sense my frustration, this has happened many times to her, it is clear on that, no one would be comfortable with this, she knows I am stronged willed, her magic has not robbed me of my mind, my morals nor my previous feelings towards her. I want to lash at her, rip her throat out, but there I am on top of her, her small weak form pinned down. I want her to become like me, she is more of a bitch than I am. She has more chrematistics of a wolf than I, her justice is flawed as she does not judge herself. I would remain on top of her, not moving, she knows as well as I do that I will not kill her, I cannot even hurt her, I cannot bring myself to do so, she is the only person that can help me through this situation I have landed myself into thanks to her magic and her flawed judgement.

She may be my mistress but I know what she has done to me.
The feelings of anguish, jealousy and hate, sadness and pain, why am I the one doomed to walk on four legs forever, why is it me and not her. Why is it be that was robbed of my humanity and forced to walk this path forever, why is she not like me, why is she not a wolf.

Here it comes again, I hate these feelings.
The ones I have now. The feelings that cause so much pain and suffering, I have her pinned down, my jaw on her neck, with one bite, a little bit of pressure I will end her life, but I want to know what have I learnt from this, what is the purpose, what is the symbolic meaning. People aren't that easy going, people never learn, I will never learn, maybe in time I will learn but it will be hard, epically with the anger in me.

I hate life right now, I want to die so badly.
Where is the love. I don't know if its growing up. But right now I have no luck, I have no cloths, all I have is this thick white belt, these red eyes, the markings of what has happened to me, I am hers and she is mine and I will see that soon enough, but I want her to be like me, to walk side by side with me, this punishment is not fair.

I try my hardest to talk to her, to tell her.
But no words escape me, I have lost that skill, the simple skill of speech, when it is gone you realise how much you took it for granted when you had its usage. She looks at me like I'm a murderer. I only killed the evil and the wrong doers, and she was one of them, how is it that this happened to me, how is it that my life as a human has ended here and now and I have been reborn as a common animal, a creature, her pet, what I am doing is wrong, I will be punished, but what more can she do to me, turn my into a cub wolf, I will bare this punishment for all times sake and I will when I am ready, howl at the moon in despair.