I remember snow.
The soft white sheet resting on the cool gentle grass. Slowly falling out of the gray sky as the forest around it stills and the only sounds are the slight swish of the snow as it hits the ground. The walks I took in my northern states during the time where white covered the land used to be my favorites. The woods always held a certain kind of memory of times where my life as a nation seemed distance, nothing but a fleeting dream. I was Maska, the birth name given to me by my mother. Maska had freedom to run around the woods with his mother and siblings, freedom to be him, free is general. Alfred is not. Alfred is bound by duties and responsibilities never asked for, Alfred is bound by a status never really wanted. Alfred is chained. Thoughts swirl through my head as red crimson leaks from my wounds.
Now as my mind brings me back to reality I'm facing the sky as the wolves surround me, biting, licking, pulling at my body. I could've fought them off, but something inside me told me that I needed to stay still. So I did. I laid there and stared at the sky, little flecks of white touching my cool cheeks. No one knows where I am, there was a world meeting today but I know there's no way I'll make it today, I knew this the second I stepped out here.
I turn to the wolf closest to me, his eyes, they look so human....., he stares at me for a second before he flags his tail and the pack backs off and runs off into the trees, leaving me in a bloody mess, all I can think about is the slight whoosh of the snow touching the ground and the gray of the sky.
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Werewolf"The white of the snow stained with my blood making it almost seem like a mosaic of colors" America always loved wintertime in the woods, it provided him with sense of security as he walked through the trees and relished in the white of the landsca...
