Hybrid

A home with control? Peace? Kindness? Tranquility? Nah. Anger? Hatred? Turbulence? Now that's what we call a home.

We lived in a den -- what we call home -- since the day we were born. We're human in the day, ferocious beasts at night. And afternoon .. well, pretty much hiding ourselves from the scorching sun. Like, hello? We want to be as flawless as we can be. We live with this group that you call "pack". Our life was always happier than it should ever be. We always had noisy celebrations inside that big den that was always full of animal bones (ew).

Yes, we never had a problem in life. Until one day, another specie attacked our pack and killed almost everyone. They were called the pale faces -- well that's what I call them because their faces were pale. We managed to escape but ...

~Nathan