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Last bit of words from Sylvia. I hope you all enjoyed this story!
Enjoy the epilogue, therians, weres and furs alike!
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
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The house of Mrs. Geldson was burned to the ground, and her books, including the Lemegeton, buried deep in the most uninhabited parts of Mount Mansfield, never again to be touched by man or werewolf again. Mrs. Geldson, now named Vesta, lives with Acton and I, as if I had given birth to her. She remembers nothing of her former life or the deeds she has done before. It’s probably better that way. Any memories she may have had of her previous life will come to her as a dream. I will do my best to keep her happy, as a den mother should.
The pack members have all returned from refuge. They have heard my calling them and I have given them back their former memories and the ability to shift between human and wolf; however, on condition that they continue to meet as a pack at the spot Balun called home. Once a month, at the very least. Acton and I, however, go there quite often and teach Vesta the ways of the wolf.
But we are also careful to show her the ways of being human as well. Not that we’re ashamed of ourselves, but we need Vesta to stay attached to world of humans as well. I now have a full time job over at Ben & Jerry’s, helping my father stock shelves. My mate doesn’t work at all, but he provides food for the family and we eat like we haven’t eaten in ages since my Mother died. I wonder what she sees in me in heaven. Does she see me as an animal or a human being? Does she see the best of both worlds?
I hope I make her proud. True, life hasn’t been kind to me, but when has life ever been kind to people like us, those who struggle in the dirt and mud. Some of us are tortured by the burdens of playing the saint, and we go on through life bearing it, wishing that we could just be free of caring. Others must be left behind as their loved ones fade off into the unknown, living lives of peace and bliss with our Holy Father. And still Others are left battered and scarred and must make difficult decisions to keep themselves alive and going. All the while we struggle in the dirt, there are those who sail through the stars, living the dreams they’ve always wanted.
That’s not for me now, I realize. Dreams are something short and insubstantial. In time, everything you ever wanted becomes less important as you’re pulled down by other needs: to feed, to survive. Even if you don’t get everything you want, you can take in the pure satisfaction that you are making a difference to someone, to something, each and every day. And so I hope to do so by devoting the rest of my life to being the protectors of mankind in secret.
So we watch you in your beds, when you take hikes, when you sleep and pay your taxes. We are with you to the very end, devoted servants to mankind much like dogs are to their master. Some of you may try and find us in the dark, dancing shadows playing in the night under the full moon. You, who have a whole life ahead of you, do not need to share the burden we’ve placed on ourselves with us. You can continue to live your dreams, to be happy and have the things we can only have in our own dreams. But if you truly wish for a simpler life, growing tired of what every person could want, look deep into the woods of Vermont and listen for our song. Follow our voice, never stopping until you come to our den, our home.
We will wait for you always. And we will welcome you home to where you’ve always wanted to be, wolf-brothers and sisters.
Enjoy the epilogue, therians, weres and furs alike!
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
_____________________________________________
The house of Mrs. Geldson was burned to the ground, and her books, including the Lemegeton, buried deep in the most uninhabited parts of Mount Mansfield, never again to be touched by man or werewolf again. Mrs. Geldson, now named Vesta, lives with Acton and I, as if I had given birth to her. She remembers nothing of her former life or the deeds she has done before. It’s probably better that way. Any memories she may have had of her previous life will come to her as a dream. I will do my best to keep her happy, as a den mother should.
The pack members have all returned from refuge. They have heard my calling them and I have given them back their former memories and the ability to shift between human and wolf; however, on condition that they continue to meet as a pack at the spot Balun called home. Once a month, at the very least. Acton and I, however, go there quite often and teach Vesta the ways of the wolf.
But we are also careful to show her the ways of being human as well. Not that we’re ashamed of ourselves, but we need Vesta to stay attached to world of humans as well. I now have a full time job over at Ben & Jerry’s, helping my father stock shelves. My mate doesn’t work at all, but he provides food for the family and we eat like we haven’t eaten in ages since my Mother died. I wonder what she sees in me in heaven. Does she see me as an animal or a human being? Does she see the best of both worlds?
I hope I make her proud. True, life hasn’t been kind to me, but when has life ever been kind to people like us, those who struggle in the dirt and mud. Some of us are tortured by the burdens of playing the saint, and we go on through life bearing it, wishing that we could just be free of caring. Others must be left behind as their loved ones fade off into the unknown, living lives of peace and bliss with our Holy Father. And still Others are left battered and scarred and must make difficult decisions to keep themselves alive and going. All the while we struggle in the dirt, there are those who sail through the stars, living the dreams they’ve always wanted.
That’s not for me now, I realize. Dreams are something short and insubstantial. In time, everything you ever wanted becomes less important as you’re pulled down by other needs: to feed, to survive. Even if you don’t get everything you want, you can take in the pure satisfaction that you are making a difference to someone, to something, each and every day. And so I hope to do so by devoting the rest of my life to being the protectors of mankind in secret.
So we watch you in your beds, when you take hikes, when you sleep and pay your taxes. We are with you to the very end, devoted servants to mankind much like dogs are to their master. Some of you may try and find us in the dark, dancing shadows playing in the night under the full moon. You, who have a whole life ahead of you, do not need to share the burden we’ve placed on ourselves with us. You can continue to live your dreams, to be happy and have the things we can only have in our own dreams. But if you truly wish for a simpler life, growing tired of what every person could want, look deep into the woods of Vermont and listen for our song. Follow our voice, never stopping until you come to our den, our home.
We will wait for you always. And we will welcome you home to where you’ve always wanted to be, wolf-brothers and sisters.
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True, there is some religious aspects to it, but it's only hinted at and not shoved into your face. Subtlety is a style I just happen to agree with so long as enough is explained to not leave the reader asking questions.
By the way, you don't think the philosophy of the story isn't too reinforced, is it? How life's not fair, but you just have to get used to it?
Indeed, it is an epic epilogue! It's almost like voicing out to the audience they can join the pack if they know where to find it. I wish I knew where to find it.
By the way, you don't think the philosophy of the story isn't too reinforced, is it? How life's not fair, but you just have to get used to it?
Indeed, it is an epic epilogue! It's almost like voicing out to the audience they can join the pack if they know where to find it. I wish I knew where to find it.
Well, for some life really isn't fair and that statement really is true. As for seeking out the pack. I don't think that would be the life for me. I'm not exactly tired of my human existance. True, I'd like to be able to change into all sorts of different forms and have all kinds of powers, like my fursona does, but unfortunately, I don't think that'll be happening anytime soon. Of course if it did, I'd make sure to let you guys know so I could grant all of your furry desires, within reason of course.
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