>In a clearing, deep in the forest, Lunar Drop let's her son on the ground. You haven't stopped hugging him.
"Please anon... don't go..."
>*AWOOOOOO!!!!*
"There must be something we can do, we can't just leave him like this!"
>His mother only howls in sadness.
"No... please, no..."
>Your tear up.
>When one of your tears fall on him, he starts to shine as brightly as the clearing.
>From the water, two bodies emerge. They are two wolves.
>One is as black as the night, with a mighty and serious presence.
>The other looks gentle yet brave, his silvery fur decored with rainbow lights.
>They get closer to Anonymous.
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>The european and american wolf spirits.
>To think you will pass away seeing them. They probably came for you.
>".... Anonymous, the cursed one."
>Huh, they want to torture you before dying. Great.
"Yeah... that's me."
>The european spirit checks you out.
>"How the Hell a werewolf in his prime is taken down so easily?"
"Magnum bullets. *cough!* They can take out your head clean off."
>You coughed up a lot of blood, staining the silvery ghost.
"Sorry... it went through my lung... Is hard to..."
>"Understandable."
>He looks at your sorry state.
>"Human, why did you fought your kind? Your people always wished to be clear of guilt, yet your hurted a lot, and even forced your mother to murder one."
>You look at your mother. She is bowing in presence of the spirits.
>You also look at Fluttershy.
"I... I protected her..."
>They look at her, and the european spirit goes to her.
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>"Speak to me weakling, why did a wolf saved your life?"
"That was rude."
>"Your feelings matter me not. Your kind disgust me, hunting mine for personal gain. You wanted the power to overthrow me, so I gave it to you, but as expected, your bloodlust was more stronger than your wish to defeat me. And you dared call yourselves my enemies."
"I am not like the ones who attacked you."
>"You share species. That's enough reason to me. Now answer: why did he preferred to die instead of you?"
"He is my friend."
>"Friend?"
>He smells you, before walking back disgusted.
>"You... you tamed him?!"
"I didn't!"
>"Don't lie to me weakling!"
>He sniffs all your body, before taking something from your pocket: the collar.
>He spits it.
>"How... how did you tamed him?!"
>He looks ready to jump at you, but the silver wolf stops him.
>"Do not stain your fur with her blood. He willingly chose to serve her."
>"What?!"
>He returns to Anonymous.

>"Anonymous... you... you... chose her!"
"..."
>"Brother, do not hate him. She even proved herself by searching for him."
>The silver wolf looks at Fluttershy.
>"I served your kind. If more people were like you, my curse wouldn't affect him today."
>"Curse?"
>"He is tied to tragedy. As his people abandoned me, I cursed that whoever managed to enjoy their lives, my pain will be their shadow. His father already made that mistake."
>"Wait, his father? Anon, wh-?"
>"Silence!" screams out the black wolf. "This isn't about you, it's about what he did!"
>He comes close to your face.
>"Tell me you traitor, what did she gave you that you wanted to give up?"
"... Headpats."
>"Are you a bloody cub?! You take the gift I gave your people, and wasted it on being a pet?!"
"It's a curse *cough cough*. I can't be seen among humans, and I can't live among you beasts. You only did this to us out of pride, because we were weak against you, but all you did was just turns us into monsters, forever expelled from both worlds."
>"Hmmm... and how about if I removed you my gift? You will live as a human, among the weaklings. You will sleep at night, and you would have as many "friends" as you wish. But she would be still interested in you?"
>"Anon, what is he-?"
>"Quiet!"
>The wolf returns with you.
>"She is a beast tamer. She can comunicate with us, but she is only with you out of instinct. To her, you are just another puppy. If I lift my "curse", you would be another boring human. Someone who hasn't any business with her. Do you still want it?"
"... Yes."
>He lost it, turning from a dark wolf to a monstruous foggy shade.
>"WHAT?! YOU STILL WANT TO LEAVE ME?!"
"..."
>"DO YOU THINK SHE WILL STAY AT YOUR SIDE? THAT SHE WILL BE HAPPY TO HAVE YOU? AND WHAT IF SHE HAS A MATE? OR FINDS A BETTER FRIEND? WHAT IF SHE LEAVES YOU ALONE AGAIN?!"
>"THINK, ANONYMOUS, THINK! THEN WHAT WILL YOU HAVE?!"
"... I'll still have her... *cough*... even if she is a memory... I'll still have... Fluttershy."
>The spirit is shocked, but his rage returns quickly.
>"If that is what you wish, then you'll live."
>With one swift movement, he opens your chest, and grabs something: a battered dog.
>"You'll live as a human, and you will carry the mark of shame with you, until the end of your pathetic life."
>The gruesome wound patches back, until only a scar is left. It's a wolfsangel, crossed by three claw marks.
>"Enjoy your humanity, you pathetic welp. Live to fear me."
>And just like that, the wolves vanish.

>You wake up a moment later, seeing your body at the lake's reflection.
>Like if nothing happened, only the mark of shame stands out.
>Your mother and Fluttershy walk next to you.
"... Hey, sorry if I worried you."
>Your mother nags you, but you no longer understand her. Sounds like the ramblings of a wild dog.
"... I can no longer understand you mom. I lost my connection."
>She is stunned by your answer, and all she does about this is howl sadly. You only hug her.
>"Anonymous?"
"Hey Fluttershy. Sorry I lied to you, but I really liked you patting my head."
>"Anonymous, what happened?"
"... I lost my powers. I am no longer a werewolf."
>"What?"
"Exactly that. I lost my powers. At least it's better than what happened to my father."
>"What... what happened to your family?"
>You sight.
"... Half european, half indian. My father had the curse of the black wolf, while my mother has the suffering of the silver one. When I was conceive, my family still traveled around the country, yet they wanted to settle down. When I was 8, my father found a rite from my mother, and he communicated with the spirits to remove the curse. They saw this as an insult, so they forced their anger to him. He went to a murderous spree, and many law enforcement agents hunted him down, leaving nothing."
>Fluttershy is shocked at this revelation.
"When my mother was called by them, she was branded as a traitor as well, so they cursed me. My collar to carry was only to be alone forever, no matter how many people I met. Still, this place managed to fend off the curse, like if another being wished us to be all together, both in joy and pain. Sadly, the curse took the best of me. I finally got treated nicely, I finally had friends. I wanted to be happy, and all I did was making everyone sad. Forgive me Fluttershy, I am a horrible person."
>"No."
>She hugs you.
>"You are a nice friend."
>For the rest of the night, everybody stayed there in silence.

>You are Fluttershy.
>A few days passed after the incident.
>Many news articles and shows started to spread a "chupacabra" kind of monster rumor around the city.
>Some sight-seeing mystery hunters, many supersticious wizards and wackos around.
>Even the Animal Control HQ was closed. You were busy with Dr Fauna after the influx.
>But today it's your day off, and it's a sad one.
>You are visiting Anonymous in the trailer park. He and his mother are moving away again.
>You arrive when the are packing the last things inside.
>He sees and waves at you. You wave back.
>He talks with his mother, and goes to you.
>"Fluttershy, you came!"
"Hum, yeah, I did."
>"It's everything ok?"
"Yeah, I mean, no! You are moving again. And it's all my fault."
>"No, it's not. It was mine, you know that."
"It isn't true! If I didn't told you about our promise in the Pet Center, this wouldn't have happened."
>"Maybe, but it would happen sooner or later."
"What?"
>"Fluttershy, for how long you think I had this curse? It isn't the first time I leave a town because of it."
"Oh."
>"But, to be honest..."
"...?"
>"This is truly the first time it hurts me to go. I really liked to live here."
"Really?"
>"Really. All my life I have been a solitary man, but here everybody was so friendly, and everybody recieved us with open arms, like if they knew us from ever. For the first time, I felt I belonged somewhere. And if I had been honest with you in the first place, maybe this disaster could have been avoided."
"How did your mother took... you know."
>"Skin is our paper, bones our pen, and blood our ink. Let the bloody tale drip."
>You are horrified by that sentence.
>"Sorry. Dad was a grim writer. Mom said he was too... poetic on his approaches."
"Oh, I see."
>>"Anonymous, everything is ready!"
>"I guess I'm finally going."
"Ok..."
>He walks back to the trailer for a bit, before running back and hug you.
>"Thanks for being my first friend."
>You are surprised, but you smile.
>You pat his head one last time.
>"And thanks for helping me with the animals Mr. Wolf."
>Both, somehow, are content, even if it wasn't a long time you two were together.
>>"Anonymous, come on! Get in already!"
>"I'm coming!... Goodbye Fluttershy."
"Goodbye Anonymous."
>He let's you go, and goes inside his trailer car.
>The last thing you do is wave him and his mother goodbye.

>Be W.A.
>Your real name is Anonymous, but the W is because of your family.
>Your roots go as far as northern Europe, and you have a secret that has been passed from generations, ever since the first cursed one.
>Lycanthropy. You were a werewolf.
>Your ancestors dared to tame the Wolf Spirit, and they payed the price, becoming the same being they tried to hunt down.
>Your lineage ain't pretty. Is all written in human skin and blood, with a bone pen.
>Even when your kin managed to be hunted down and killed, there's always the ones that escape.
>Those who did lived through the years, monsters in woods and caves hunting to survive, yet living among humans after all the bloodshed.
>Your family travelled from Europe to the US, but that didn't made any favours.
>Your father's ancestor fell in love with an indian. They were cursed by the Wolf Spirit too, but for different reasons.
>While the family of your grandparents were cursed for hunting down the monster, the family of your grandmothers were cursed because they betray him in the moment he needed them the most.
>United by suffering, your kin lived together until today: a larger-than-average, half european, half native, full american young adult (just 17).
>This is the last year of school, and you aren't thrilled at all. Your family has a nomadic lifestyle with barely any social contact.
>The less they know you, the less they won't care when they have to put you down.
>You always try to not think about that day, especially when you remember that was the same thing your father told you before dying.
>Silver bullets just do the job quicker, normal ones are the real torture. And hitting the brains and heart will end you anyway, regeneration aside.
>You no longer carry the curse. While your actions were judged as the ones of a traitor, somehow, you are happy.
>For the first time in your life, you finally had a friend, and as a good friend, you managed to protect her to the end.
>Fluttershy.
>The curse was lifted at a great cost, but you don't regret it.
>For long as you live, you will be grateful that you crossed paths with her.
>And, in a funny way, be her loyal Mr. Wolf.

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