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Also, My Little Hearbreak has reached it's third story. Time for the fourth!
A Werewolf ChristmasThe humans dispatch from their merry songs
Sung while moving from house to house in the snow
He selects his prey, one that left alone,
Careful to hide from the one who hunts him,
Moving with the shadows, he attacks her.
She can't even scream as he eats her heart.
His teeth and gray fur smeared with her spilled blood.
He pauses, savoring the moments sweet taste,
And something her arm holds catches his eye
A booklet with a Doug fir on the front.
Pulling it to himself, he looks through it.
All the songs they sung were written in it
One, "White Christmas,: triggers his memory
From before the werewolf curse took his life
It all began flooding back to his mind:
The lights, the presents, the baby Jesus.
He grieved for his victims and death seems right,
So he turned to the man who hunts for him.
Urging him to shoot, he lowers his head,
Lusting for the silver to pierce his heart.
Waiting for too long, he looks up, confused.
The man paused, shocked by the submission;
It was then he saw something
Current Residence: Minnesota|
deviantWEAR sizing preference: What the hell?
Print preference: I don't know.
Favourite genre of music: It depends.
Favourite photographer: Don't know.
Favourite style of art: I like lots of things. Just don't go overloading me with anime.
Operating System: XP
MP3 player of choice: I'm poor.
Shell of choice: Sea.
Wallpaper of choice: Werewolves diving into the Digital Web.
Skin of choice: My own.
Favourite cartoon character: Yacko, Wacko, and Dot
Personal Quote: Everything is better with Monkeys.