Hello, after long time I'm back. Excuse me, I didn't post anything these weeks, but I have to switch to cheaper alternative of my current art programms.
I'm really sorry for visible quality drops.

I hope you'll enjoy

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The curse, we call a gift in our family, causes me nothing more than trouble. The heritage we keep alive, comes with great expectations that fall all over the shoulders of every descendant who enters their teens.
My dad pressed me to become a dominant and strong continuator of my bloodline, but I’m just not that type of person. It’s not like I don’t want to start my own family, but I just want to live a life I decide to have.
Left home early tonight. Well - I’ll call it rather “escape”, than simple “leaving” - angry murmurs of my dad were still sending waves of discomfort down my spine.
I just can’t take it anymore - the pressure, the shame, the expectations - It all made me anxious and emotional. I hate to cry, and I hate to admit, it always helps me a lot emotionally.
Tonight wasn't any different. I went through the meadow near our residence. There was no place to hide, so the only thing I could do was to run.
Tears went down my hairy, wolf-like face, illuminated by the moonlight, as I was marching forward, trying to enjoy this moment of vulnerability in my most powerful form…