Born Wild

my reality

MAINE

Run. I'm running to save my life, to save my dignity from those who dare steal mine. My paws hitting the ice-cold ground; hard and fast, the continuous thumping of paws is surrounding the once deadly silence of the woods. No flowers blooming beautifully and especially no birds chirping merrily that can mute out the terrifying reality of the world. All there is now are growls behind me, in front of me, to left of me, to the right of me. I'm surrounded, being ambushed.

There is no escape. Frantically looking at the red beaded eyes hunting me, I quickly assess what my next best move would be. I pause to think and quickly run through the endless strategies I've memorised so clearly like they are embedded on my skin. My thoughts run wild.

I can outrun them; I just use the tress to my advantage and jump through them. By the time they manage to climb up the tree, I'll be long gone, and they'll be unable to track my scent.

If I can't get to the tree in time, I need to attack first. I can't let them get near me; I'm body is still recovering from the last ambush from a pack of filthy rogues.

Lifting my head to check my surroundings, I have no choice but to follow my instincts. Spotting a monstrous nearby tree, I push myself up using my two hind legs, giving me enough leverage for my front two paws to gain balance onto the strong branches. Perfectly gaining my balance as my breathing comes out in a frantic panting, matching my rapid heartbeat. I dare myself to look down and see five deprived wolves growling, trying to climb up the tree. Their claws sharp, creating deep wounds on the tree trunk. I have been doing this far too long to take any chances and taunt these ravenous rogues. With that thought, I jump from to tree to tree and head to my safety.

I've never willingly let myself be placed in situations where I am walking on a tight rope between life and death. It is simply what I am used to since the age I've gained independency and responsibility. I never chose this life; I was never given the option. I was thrusted in a world so full of death, torture, and loneliness that I had no time to grieve what I had lost. I became numb and learnt to survive. It's hard being a rogue, being constantly exposed to death and being deemed vulnerable as you hide and tread the through life by yourself.

Rogues are wolves that have been exiled from a pack due to crimes they've committed. Becoming a rogue is served to be as a one of many torturous punishments given. Wolves by nature need a pack to ensure survival and being deprived of this structure which all wolves have been implanted since birth, wolves can turn into the outmost vilest creatures. At the beginning of time, when wolves were punished for their crimes and were made rogues, Alphas would make them travel in small packs. I believe deep down they knew how immensely painful and damaging this can be to a wolf, so they let them have company in their misery. But as time inevitably goes on, thoughts of loneliness and being deprived of the park structure and protection, they lose their human skin and along with it their morals. Leaving them unable to shift turning them into kill crazed wolves whose only aim is to survive. No remorse.

There is nothing wrong in trying to survive the wild. However, rogues are vicious and are extremely dangerous to be around with. They've been stripped from the privileges a pack can offer, protection, family, food, and leadership. As wolves, we can survive not eating for a week, but the consequences are immense as it weakens our human skin incredibly fast. This is such a disadvantage especially where I live in a world where all I do is run and hunt, or else I'm going to be hunted. The predator becomes the pre.

Being too consumed in my thoughts, I didn't even notice that I have reached the clearing where a small wood house is built up in the tree safely covered by the thick branches. I've made this 12 years ago and have been progressively improving it every time I find new materials when I go hunting. It was hard at first for a 12-year child to come into terms of what her new life would entail and especially learning how to survive without guidance. Fortunately, I don't give up easily and I had so much courage and belief that I can make it, and so I did just that.

Life has not been pleasant to me. Struggling to survive by yourself without an ounce of guidance and loneliness threatening to consume every fibre of my body has been the most challenging. I've lived in this planet for 24 years now and half of my life has only consisted of me running, hunting, sleeping and it being a continuous circle. I have been alone for far too long now, some days I enjoy the quietness of own company but other times my body craves the hearty loud laughs and talking of other people assaulting my ears. But I have been taught at a very young age that If I ever felt that life became too overwhelming where my thoughts consumed me, I would just need to look up in the sky and count the stars. To lose myself in the stary night and let the stars brightness wash over my dark thoughts. Unfortunately, not every night the sky welcomes the stars. And, when there are no stars, I let the sadness overtake and tears fall.

For when days I need courage, I remind myself that there is power that runs through my veins that no filthy rogue can match. A dominance that can bring them to their knees whether they like or not. But I keep that to myself, I don't need to expose of what my wolf can be. Throughout my experiences, it made me mentally and physically stronger, sensitive to my surroundings and it has shaped me and my wolf to be a fiercer form.

I'm an alpha's daughter and for that my inner wolf demands respect and submission from any wolf. I am without a pack but that does not lessen my power, nor does it disregard that I am born wild.