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''I do not know the reason for my rejection. Perhaps i was illegitimate, a whore's bastard. But they left me. I do not remember my early life, so i do not know how i survived until i could walk. Perhaps I was raised by animals, it can be the only explanation. My rage comes from rejection. I could see the small village on the border of the forest, filled with happy families, everyone had someone who wanted them. I realised those ties made them weak, but i secretly craved it. I once walked into the village, to screams, and men drove me back, like a creature, i was not wanted. Then came the rage. Why should they have happiness if i could not? I destroyed that village, piece by piece, over years, taking a child here, a mother there, removing the ties that held them together. So they would know. I hunted because i could feel their smug superirotiy as they traipsed through my forest, thinking themselves better than me, the 'beast'. I showed them the folly of their ways.''