With blood red fangs I release my cry,
Up towards the moon in the sky.
A beast of night I become,
Scaring human hunters numb.
In the forest they致e lost their way,
And will not live another day.
Because their scent I have caught,
Them and the deer they just shot.
On the path now I can feel,
That I知 in for a tasty meal.
This is my forest and I rule,
My werewolf instincts my only tool.
My tongue burns for their taste,
Their bones I値l gladly turn to paste.
I知 right behind them, I can smell their fear,
Fear not my friends the end is near.
Dodging their bullets and ripping them apart,
Through their rib cage and to their heart.
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If transform is to change your form, then does transparent means changing your parents?
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w00t! Orange juice!!
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trying to be your lady...I think I'm going crazy...
Check out my male counterpart ~ForlornSon
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