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At this moment, the emptiness surrounds me. I once again feel it creep back to me. It had never left, just waited at my side like an obedient dog. Always looking up to its master waiting for it to be called into the warm lap of my being. Am i to pet this beast once again, feed it with my sorrow, my fears?She looks up at me, her eyes black stones among the white.

I look at her once more, to the blackness within, it seems she has changed, to a wolf under skin.

~Kalanse

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To a Wolf under skin.

Once embodied by darkness one is set with tasks she cannot accomplish, passions that once were there are now lost, feelings that once were near have now left, the Beast under skin has fully encompassed the soul once again. Its a warm and solid feeling, only at times of remembrance does the Beast seem alien under her skin. Simple questions can make the Beast stir as the soul tries to fight for an answer under such ominous darkness. Before the soul can escape from the hole the Beast is quick to cover it once more. Many can say the Beast is there for protection and does its job well, but their is only one that sees the Beast for who she is, but even she has been conquered by it, hurt and fought away by it, and is now out of reach. At this moment, i am the emptiness i once was. The black stones i once feared now seem to stare back at me with every glance into my reflection, but as before it is only me who can see Her stare, the loyal stare that will be there until death, and until all is lost under her control. Is it time to drop the seed and let the life she had held so close to her fall into someones untrusted hands, or are those hands not as scary as they look?
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~ No, not in my past. Right below my feet. I bend towards it, lathering my hand in her fur. Still here, still safe and unworthy. Time now is as if ragged and overbearing. She does not look up, only out at what passes by her nose. No longer is she waiting, she is now I, and i am now under her skin , enveloped and safe as a babe in the woods. She is here and not, i can only watch as she comes and goes, for even a scream would not yield her to listen. Her agenda is clear, ignorant, passion. I would be a fool to give her more air to her flame, but yet the temptation grows as i watch her lank 'round the pyre. Just what is she burning and who does she see fit to stand in it? I fear it will not end with its intended target, but with her black stone eyes, calling me into that very flame. How beautiful is that flame she has built just for me, the flame which i cannot hesitate to burn in. Yet...if her eyes turn to the one she was created for, i will thrash inside of her until i am soaked with her passion, for i cannot let go, and by my stubbornness i shall carry my own flesh into the burning havoc of my insides, surround myself in pain, and never let go of what i love most,Burning and withering with the wolf under skin.
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Avoidance.
The slightest curve of your neck, the simple tone in your voice. I am not the one who brought you into this earth yet you pout and try to win me over by just that language. I am not built to nurture your instability, you will not find shelter underneath my bosom. I will call you out from under your shade of ignorance, and create turmoil by only a word of aggravation. We clash like the beasts and prey, i am to strong for you to withstand. You cannot avoid the predator when i am at your neck, making you surrender your ground to me. You are blind yet to my teeth, as they bare and snarl at you from a distance. Up close i am composed and ready to strike if the chance is upon me, any unbalanced nature will set me off. I am the master or games, Ludos by nature, you cannot out play the master. I do not trip on the quilt you set to play with my mind, i see your moves before you make them, i see your withdrawal once you know you will never win. Alas, i stay at your side from this distance, knowing it will end brings a certain numb from inside, i can only withstand this ignorance from so long. So the beast will avoid its prey's intentions until the beast will unwillingly become the prey, running and withdrawing from the new beast that she will only face herself. Acts of love can never be described while in them, only while running away from them.

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Keeping these here c: