YOU AND I (born as fools) GREEN VER

YOU AND I

"Are you sure you'll be alright by yourself?" Asked The wolf — 'the girl'—already late to see her father— nodded sheepishly. The wolf smiled, gave her hand a smooch, and walked off-occasionally looking back to make sure 'the girl' was okay. "Gone The wolf was, and gone he'll stay" thought she — "I want nothing to do with that damned wolf.." — Her thoughts grew louder—louder—louder! To her, The wolf meant nothing by his actions, she couldn't even start to believe that The wolf could love her "Stupid animal! Nothing good for breeding and eating I think." With that mindset it's no wander The wolf left. "Anyway" 'the girl' had finished washing off  in the lake for a while now and thought to herself of what is she still doing here, so, she decided to get out and start getting dressed.

"Fuck!" At this point she was fuming, she had left her hood right in the middle of the brick road — "Fucking wolf..!" She was convicted that The wolf had moved it — "Was it from when he threw it? Or maybe when it left, though..he wasn't in a hurry — Shit!" No doubt she now grew very-very pale, like the milk cats drink, or the pearly teeth The wolf had. The once beautiful brick road had turned a gross shade of brown, the sun shined brighter than it normally did — it pissed her off.
"This sun is making a mockery of my horror!"— this she thought, and this she still thinks. "But anything was better than this agony!" — she thought "Anything was more tolerable than this derision!"

"Fuck it!" 'The girl' reached her hand out to grab the discarded hood. The pain she felt was unbearable, so unreal—"I must die.!" she exclaimed, but just as soon as is started all the pain was over. 'The girl' looked at her exposed arm holding the so needed hood, it looked raw and smelled like charcoal; of course the wound would heal fast, but, was it really worth it?

"Stupid wolf!" She growled— so blinded with rage, she didn't even notice her button had broke off. "I need to make it to fathers before—um" The poor girl had forgotten what her trip was all about, she had long left that basket full of bread and fruits, and it was to risky to go home for mother—"Oh God! what could I do?" she foamed — she raved — she swore(!) — and she took off, off to see father.

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"A silly girl is what you are, coming here all messed up, dirty, and all not forget stench-full, and-"—  My father was an odd creature— he had fought more battles and won almost all of them. "My father's eyes were cut out and he had his head split in half" I tell people-I only have half of the sense to think that they know I'm lying.. hopefully. Though he is still a very-very wise man I tell myself. The disease had sharpened his senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. from three hills away, he can tell you exactly how many fingers you're holding up, and what number you were thinking to!  "-what is this on you dear?" He picked up the longest strand of pink hair that I've ever seen, in fact — it wasn't just pink, it was like rosewater and milk mixed together, or if blood fell in the snow! for all I know this wasn't natural, no one just has this.

"You've got bite marks all over you— dearest Jolyne— are you alright? You looked like you've been stuck, or worse!" My father wasn't the one to worry much, but, I was very late seeing him. This was probably a surprise, I would be I I was him. "Yes father I'm alright " ~ "Are you sure?" ~ "Father it's getting late— can I just go?" ~ "Oh yes! Of course. Run along now, don't keep your mother waiting."

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Father was dead-now Jolyne hade more time to think about the important things, The Wolf,  "that thing had something" she huffed "and spread it to father" and puffed "I swear on my life I'll find that cursed wolf—

                   AND KILL IT...

...I'll slaughter that fucking wolf