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'I waste no time in using the full moon's light to it's full advantage as I take off at high speed with my new faster legs and larger lungs, what miles a human can run in a whole day a wolf can run twice as many in just hours. My destination is a long one so this month's full moon gives me the best opportunity to get there as quick as possible without detours or interference. For the next two following nights I run along this one straight road, stopping only to drink when needed, I take a short cut through a small wood I remember from my childhood to cut ahead of my journey. I'm going home. It starts to rain tonight, softly at first but gradually gets heavier and faster, my soaked fur is freezing the rest of me but I ignore the cold. It's not as if this is the first time the skies have pissed on me, at the circus I got rained on all the time whenever the keepers forgot to put a roof over my cage (which they forgot to do a LOT). The clowns would often piss on me through the bars after drinking too, but they stopped doing that after I sliced off one of the clowns' manhoods with my claws when the fool got too close. Rain didn't bother me back then and it won't bother me now. it's now the last night of my cycle, I feel my body's strength waning a little but my blood boiling hotter, it's always like this on the last night...it's as if the wolf inside knows its time is coming to an end and it wants to make the most of it before the cycle finishes until next month, its starving for more freedom and more hunting and just hates waiting every month. Just as well as I reach my last stop and just in time too, just two hours before midnight. That's more than enough time to do what I plan to do. I come to an abrupt halt in the shadows of the end of the woods facing my final destination, before me stands the cottage from my memories...it's my family's house. It's still so hard for me to believe. I'm home, I'm really home, this isn't a wishful dream. I have really come back, the rain hides my tears very well but I feel their warmth on my hairy cheeks compared to the cold raindrops. This homely place is where I used to live with my Mother, Father, Grandfather...and twin sister.
I snarl at the thought of her now, this old cottage that once kept me safe and happy now torments me as it reminds me of all the years of love and happiness that could've, should've and would've been mine if it was not for her. I shake my head clean of these thoughts and feelings, I mustn't let the wolf control me now, mother and father and grandpa might be inside and I cannot ever let them see me like this. If they find out what I am now...they'll send me back or even kill me, my father's a forester so he has a gun, he'd shoot me dead...like he almost did before. But still, the urge to get closer to take a peek at my home is far too tempting, I feel my big paws stalking towards the fence without me telling them to. I hide in the front garden's big flowerbed, mother always let her phlox and veronica plants grow too tall, you could hide a treasure-chest in them so I used to play hide & seek in them. I look to the house's windows. All the lights are off bar two, one is in an upstairs room where my grandpa used to sleep in and the other is shining through a downstairs' window where the living room is. my parents hated leaving the curtains open at night so judging from the uncovered window I'm guessing neither Mother or Father are home. I creep up to the window and peer inside, and then I see her. My sister, sat by the fire looking at a bunch of shopping catalogs and wearing my white cloak, the cloak my grandpa bought for me. I growl and frown, how dare she keep wearing it all these years! And then I notice her looking excited at something in the pages. I watch her tear it out and I almost scream in outrage at what I spy her gleaming at. It's a ticket to go to a circus. MY circus. This is the final straw, I've seen enough and so has the wolf. I don't give a damn about control anymore, the wolf can do what it wants right now, in fact I encourage it to. So she wants to see a freakshow does she? Well then, she doesn't need any ticket; because the freakshow's star attraction has come to her. I move to the front door and start pounding it with my fists angrily. I hear her short squeal of surprise from behind the wooden door then I hear her slowly approaching, I can sense that she is hesitant to open the door to someone who's knocking so violently this late at night, she asks who's there before I hear her putting the door's chain up to keep the door secure in case of an attempted forced entry. It will take more than a lock and chain to keep the Big Bad Wolf out. I slam the door wide open with such brute force that I break both the lock and chain and crack the wood. I tower over my trembling sister, I can barely squeeze through the small door, my large frame blocks the whole entrance thus preventing any attempts of passing me. The putrid smell of wet dog and vile animal breath enters the room with me, puddles of water gather around me on the carpet from my drenched fur as I barge my way into the house. I shake myself dry and water sprays all over the room, dousing the candles that kept the room alight. The only light now is that of the lightning outside. My sister stumbles backwards, half paralyzed with fear from the sight of a werewolf in her own home. You would think someone who's about to be killed would be staring at their killer's face or bloodied clothes, but no...the whole time her wide eyes are fixed on my neck. I know what she's looking at; the crucifix on a chain around my neck, sparkling like a star each time it catches the light of the moon and lightning outside. She knows its her crucifix, and I know she knows what that means, my snarl turns into a huge grin when she realizes I know what she's thinking. I have never managed to form even the simplest English words while being a wolf ever and I've tried countless times, even now I'm having trouble trying to make my beastly vocals sound the slightest bit human enough to be understandable...yet somehow my three words reach her and make her cry. "Sister, I'm home."

This was a LONG one to write because I didn't make an illustration to come before this part (I started one...but I stupidly left it on the table at work so my co-manager found it and threw it away T_T). All will be revealed about the sister's part in all of this in the next two parts! promise!

part 1 Bars of Boredom
part 2 Clowning around with death
part 3 Not one of them
part 4 A Circus Freak's Purgatory
part 5 Dog-fight in the Circus Ring
part 6 Pigs among a Wolf
part 7 Stolen Fate
Part 8 Drinking Whiskey and Hatred
Part 9 No more clowning around...
part 10 Fair Share of the Kill
part 11 Finishing the job
part 12 Hot Pursuit
part 13 Burning down our Hell
part 14 Morning's reversion
part 15 Stranger in the Mirror
Part 16 Lost not in the Woods but in the mind
part 17 Deja vu?
part 18 Change in Power
part 19 Lost and Never found
part 21 The Bloody Truth
part 22 Departing Lullaby
part 23 The Wolf in Red Clothing

Description
'I waste no time in using the full moon's light to it's full advantage as I take off at high speed with my new faster legs and larger lungs, what miles a human can run in a whole day a wolf can run twice as many in just hours. My destination is a long one so this month's full moon gives me the best opportunity to get there as quick as possible without detours or interference. For the next two following nights I run along this one straight road, stopping only to drink when needed, I take a short cut through a small wood I remember from my childhood to cut ahead of my journey. I'm going home. It starts to rain tonight, softly at first but gradually gets heavier and faster, my soaked fur is freezing the rest of me but I ignore the cold. It's not as if this is the first time the skies have pissed on me, at the circus I got rained on all the time whenever the keepers forgot to put a roof over my cage (which they forgot to do a LOT). The clowns would often piss on me through the bars after drinking too, but they stopped doing that after I sliced off one of the clowns' manhoods with my claws when the fool got too close. Rain didn't bother me back then and it won't bother me now. it's now the last night of my cycle, I feel my body's strength waning a little but my blood boiling hotter, it's always like this on the last night...it's as if the wolf inside knows its time is coming to an end and it wants to make the most of it before the cycle finishes until next month, its starving for more freedom and more hunting and just hates waiting every month. Just as well as I reach my last stop and just in time too, just two hours before midnight. That's more than enough time to do what I plan to do. I come to an abrupt halt in the shadows of the end of the woods facing my final destination, before me stands the cottage from my memories...it's my family's house. It's still so hard for me to believe. I'm home, I'm really home, this isn't a wishful dream. I have really come back, the rain hides my tears very well but I feel their warmth on my hairy cheeks compared to the cold raindrops. This homely place is where I used to live with my Mother, Father, Grandfather...and twin sister.
I snarl at the thought of her now, this old cottage that once kept me safe and happy now torments me as it reminds me of all the years of love and happiness that could've, should've and would've been mine if it was not for her. I shake my head clean of these thoughts and feelings, I mustn't let the wolf control me now, mother and father and grandpa might be inside and I cannot ever let them see me like this. If they find out what I am now...they'll send me back or even kill me, my father's a forester so he has a gun, he'd shoot me dead...like he almost did before. But still, the urge to get closer to take a peek at my home is far too tempting, I feel my big paws stalking towards the fence without me telling them to. I hide in the front garden's big flowerbed, mother always let her phlox and veronica plants grow too tall, you could hide a treasure-chest in them so I used to play hide & seek in them. I look to the house's windows. All the lights are off bar two, one is in an upstairs room where my grandpa used to sleep in and the other is shining through a downstairs' window where the living room is. my parents hated leaving the curtains open at night so judging from the uncovered window I'm guessing neither Mother or Father are home. I creep up to the window and peer inside, and then I see her. My sister, sat by the fire looking at a bunch of shopping catalogs and wearing my white cloak, the cloak my grandpa bought for me. I growl and frown, how dare she keep wearing it all these years! And then I notice her looking excited at something in the pages. I watch her tear it out and I almost scream in outrage at what I spy her gleaming at. It's a ticket to go to a circus. MY circus. This is the final straw, I've seen enough and so has the wolf. I don't give a damn about control anymore, the wolf can do what it wants right now, in fact I encourage it to. So she wants to see a freakshow does she? Well then, she doesn't need any ticket; because the freakshow's star attraction has come to her. I move to the front door and start pounding it with my fists angrily. I hear her short squeal of surprise from behind the wooden door then I hear her slowly approaching, I can sense that she is hesitant to open the door to someone who's knocking so violently this late at night, she asks who's there before I hear her putting the door's chain up to keep the door secure in case of an attempted forced entry. It will take more than a lock and chain to keep the Big Bad Wolf out. I slam the door wide open with such brute force that I break both the lock and chain and crack the wood. I tower over my trembling sister, I can barely squeeze through the small door, my large frame blocks the whole entrance thus preventing any attempts of passing me. The putrid smell of wet dog and vile animal breath enters the room with me, puddles of water gather around me on the carpet from my drenched fur as I barge my way into the house. I shake myself dry and water sprays all over the room, dousing the candles that kept the room alight. The only light now is that of the lightning outside. My sister stumbles backwards, half paralyzed with fear from the sight of a werewolf in her own home. You would think someone who's about to be killed would be staring at their killer's face or bloodied clothes, but no...the whole time her wide eyes are fixed on my neck. I know what she's looking at; the crucifix on a chain around my neck, sparkling like a star each time it catches the light of the moon and lightning outside. She knows its her crucifix, and I know she knows what that means, my snarl turns into a huge grin when she realizes I know what she's thinking. I have never managed to form even the simplest English words while being a wolf ever and I've tried countless times, even now I'm having trouble trying to make my beastly vocals sound the slightest bit human enough to be understandable...yet somehow my three words reach her and make her cry. "Sister, I'm home."

This was a LONG one to write because I didn't make an illustration to come before this part (I started one...but I stupidly left it on the table at work so my co-manager found it and threw it away T_T). All will be revealed about the sister's part in all of this in the next two parts! promise!

part 1 Bars of Boredom
part 2 Clowning around with death
part 3 Not one of them
part 4 A Circus Freak's Purgatory
part 5 Dog-fight in the Circus Ring
part 6 Pigs among a Wolf
part 7 Stolen Fate
Part 8 Drinking Whiskey and Hatred
Part 9 No more clowning around...
part 10 Fair Share of the Kill
part 11 Finishing the job
part 12 Hot Pursuit
part 13 Burning down our Hell
part 14 Morning's reversion
part 15 Stranger in the Mirror
Part 16 Lost not in the Woods but in the mind
part 17 Deja vu?
part 18 Change in Power
part 19 Lost and Never found
part 21 The Bloody Truth
part 22 Departing Lullaby
part 23 The Wolf in Red Clothing