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I had never believed in destiny.
Humankind, and us, we had lived in free reigns, feeling and thinking as independent being. At least, that's what would happen to you who healthy enough. Destiny would have kept humankind, and us, in boundaries. Destiny stated that human, and more than them: us, are no greater than puppets on a stage show . . . A large stage for their amusements and for them to critic.
And us, shifter, had been living under such destiny, since two thousand years ago.
I'd never wanted to believe in destiny. Within my own conscience, I stood alone by that statements. Only based upon one solid reason . . . I am no ordinary shifter, and I never want to be ordinary.
But, everything changed, once that sharp glares stabbed into what left of my existence, into the depth of my soul, a weakening soul that slowly yet surely floating breathlessly in such a misty woods.
I still didn't want to believe in destiny. But, destiny had destroyed the gate of my defense, altering every single logic that I had left in me, drowning me in cold water. The life slipped out of my grasp, rolling away, like slippery eels, like a bowling ball running down the line; it ended in a halt close to his feet.
My soul was entranced by his, a silhouette of a monster mingling among the darkness of the night. He had massive being, bigger than Adam who by far the buffest among shifters I had ever met. Even with the good amount of distance between us, his presence consumed me.
Slowly he stepped forward. His legs were moving as graceful as a swan's, yet as strong as an eagle's flap. His dark fur was thick, enveloping his entire body, seemingly untouched by the droplets of rain falling from the sky.
And the glare by those entrancing eyes never wavered from me. His pupils dilated, almost taking over the light grey iris in his eyes.
My breath got caught on my throat.
He stopped right at my face.
It felt like I was seeing into a dark and narrow abyss . . . so hard for me to understand the message behind his stares. Only my quivering reflection was on his eyes. Could there be another galaxy within those darkness? I wouldn't mind delving into death to uncover that hidden galaxy. Oh, would I really?
Like having a rock stuck on my throat, it was incredibly hard to make any voice.
His ragged breaths felt like cold air against my skin, fanning my face harshly. A low growl emitted from his chest, beating down another storm closing in from a distant sky.
Destiny was standing right in front of me, on its four legs.
I was frozen with fright.
Can't I run a little bit farther?
My hands were fisted so strongly, I can feel skins were cut open by my nails, and bloods were seeping out.
He growled again, louder this time.
A part of me that had never been there before was pulled outward into the surface by the sound of him.
And then I fell at the feet of death.
I knew, I should have never believed in destiny. But that very same destiny had overpowered me, far before I realized that he was there.
In the end, I was no more than a puppet, detained,dependent, and losing itself. I became the same with the world, like every other shifter . . . In the end, I was at the mercy of our destiny and he caught me very easily within the strong hold of his jaws.
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Takdir
WerewolfTakdir /tak·dir/ = (en. Destiny) n : a predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency Can't I run a little bit farther? . . . And then I fell at the feet of death. I knew, I should have never believed in destiny. But...