I'm not a cat

I'm not a cat

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Can't pay your bills? Creditors at your heels? Tired of working a 9 to 5, thankless job while that tacky bitch Bethany fucks the boss so she wont have to refill the soda machine? Give up that lackluster apartment your pretty sure your landlord put cameras in to watch you pee . take a walk on the cataclysmic world event train, shit gets real super fast. You dont have bills, hell you dont even have a house thanks to what you can only assume is a fucking garden gnome on steroids with a taste for raw meat. I mean despite giving up entirely on the idea of Netflix and chill it was ok at least i felt i had some bizarre shape of control over what was left of my reality. I didnt have to work an hour to afford dinner i could catch it. Didnt need a bed because a warm shaft of light would do it. Oh, did i mention this world changing event involved a alien ship 'seeding' and terraforming our dying planet resulting in some as the aliens put it 'oopsies' I'm a fucking feline. Oh plenty of people died, but some of us got the joy of having our chromosomes horrifically altered. Let me tell you, ever wonder what it feels like to have all your organs rip out and replace themselves then your bones turn to fucking powder and reform? Yeah, not so great. lets call this pg19 i am not planning on making this a romance but expect violence and "strong language"
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Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

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