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Date Posted: 19:33:45 12/03/02 Tue
monologue
the declaration between good and evil is always how you act and react to different creatures...different words. it seems as though you are judged by how much pride you have, and if you bow your head or if you cower in terror. but is it not how you act on the outside, but the darkness that is cradled in a weathered heart? because all hearts are weathered and torn, broken and destroyed. its a pity the world has to be created in such a way...but it's the way it is. and yet you all still live with the belief that it's pride or your exterior that reveals the good or evil within...but perhaps it is your lack of pride or what's inside that really matters...that really counts.
cursed with...
the werewolf
suffering...
one pass of existence.
colored...
of the darkest, most shadowed night.
favoring...
of the stallion genre.
attitude...
callous and generally indifferent toward the outside world, the Werewolf views the world through rose colored glasses, where everything is distorted and nothing is what it seems. nursing the wounds of several heart breaks and intense hatred for the rest of his kind, he travels land to land, haunting each for a time, only long enough to abandon a minor indenet, a vague memory to take his place.
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