this is what it really means to be a wolf. to struggle daily with the beast inside and hold onto you humanness. the beast is always there, raging under the surface, calling for you to attack at the slightest provocation; those of us with bad tempers fare the worst in this. i hid so long from my monster that i never really understood it until now. i can be dark and ugly, brutal and severe. i can tear you down with a look. few, when the beast comes to the surface, can even stand to look me in the eye, even tho i'm nothing intimidating to look at. i'm small, meek looking, many would think me an easy target. but you see, it's always the smaller wolf that's the most deadly. we've been ganged up on by all the big bad wolves. we know how to take the pain. and when the big badasses are done, when they're out of breath from dishing it out, it's the little wolves that show them what pain really is. don't walk in the woods at night. never look a wolf in the eye. and if you see a woman with wolf eyes, run. it might be fun to hunt you in the moonlight.
(I don't own this artwork, but I have always loved the dichotomy of it. to the original artist, i say thank you for giving the inner battle a face)
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