Everyone knows that wolves howl at the moon. But I bet no one knows that it's only ONE wolf who howls at the moon. The wolf everybody knows as the Lone Wolf. Well, I'M that wolf. The wolf that has no pack to call it's own. The outcast of the forest. Rejected by all the packs I've tried to join. I'm the Lone Wolf who's the misfit. Howling at the moon out of sorrow. Always alone, with no place to be. A Lone Wolf, the one who's out on her own. Always being a misfit. To my point of view, who cares? If they don't need me or want me, I don't care. Being a Lone Wolf isn't so bad. I'm so used to it, I don't NEED anybody else. The only opinion that matters to me...is MINE. Who needs the others? I'm fine on my own. This, is what it's like to be a Lone Wolf, and I'm fine with that. This is how it's always been, and how it's always going to be, because I'm independent, confident, smart, and PROUD to be a Lone Wolf.
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Kari's Drabbles
General FictionA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
