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The Other Side

We are the same, he and I, though he tries to make it sound like I am a curse, an affliction that rises with the full, pale face of the Goddess. He is the human, I am the wolf, and instead of embracing the gifts the Goddess has offered, he tries to bind me; as if that could ever truly stop me.

He cages me, and I admit, I do allow him this small victory, for now. Each month I feel her calling, her power ebbs and flows over me as the days wear on, only to surge as she regains power. I wish to bay at her face, to let my voice rise up in praise to her glory, but he keeps me in check with a potion.

He is terrified of what we are, fears what happens when he shifts and becomes me, as if I am unnatural. If only he weren’t so afraid… there are so many things I could offer him, so many things that would make us both more than we are, yet he insists on burying me deeply.

I am not evil, not as he believes; I just loose myself to the sensations when I escape. Anyone caged would react so, and I – I react badly to being tied down. Freedom overwhelms my senses after such a long incarceration.

There are so many things I could teach this fearful little man, if he were brave enough to embrace what I offer. I am not some savage beast, to be restrained and caged, yet he is scared to take that chance. Rolling the part of himself that is me away with every swig of that concoction the dark man brings. With every sip, he dulls the senses, muzzling the knowledge that our heightened awareness can bring; he refuses to consider the possibilities. As if, by letting me out, he would betray his humanity. Bah! While I enjoy the hunt, I’ve never called for human blood.

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