The Arouran Dawn of the Glaring Lycanthrobes

It was that day that made me this way. I was only 10. I was running through the field while hearing screams, screams of wolfs being ripped out their lives. I didn't stop, not even to see the horror. I just ran. I watched my family and pack dieing. I could've helped them. But I couldn't. Because I was only 10. That's why I hate a lot of the stuff I loved when I was young like art, pop music, and other stuff.

I've gone dark