text: There are wolves fighting in my soul, one of white fur, which is now matted down with blue tears and bright red blood. One so large and mighty now so weak and small. She tries to fight them, keep them back, but they keep winning out each time. The black wolves of hate, fear, distrust and anger come at her in waves. She remembers a time when she was a lone wolf merely just watching the grey wolves until one came to her. He was gorgeous, and wonderful, so full of love and lust even through the Past’s misdeeds. She loved him, she could see a world with their own pack, but then one of the wolves of the grey pack became green, her fur growing thick with moss. Suddenly the pack of grey wolves began to darken their true colors coming forth, wolves of black and such a deep gray came forth. The white wolf still had her amazing beauty, but the fur of her lover still shone with his beautiful grey streaks but the black was beginning to fade in. she held onto him until he left her as the black fully consumed his coat. She wanted to run and hide away, but he did nothing wrong, so she stayed with the black pack, somehow grew closer to the moss-ridden wolf. She was already friends with the moss-ridden one who disliked the way the others acted towards the deep ginger male. She tried to tell the moss ridden one to stop that nothing is wrong. The moss ridden wolf never listened, so the white wolf just tried to nudge her to the right path. As time went on the white wolf realized she had become had become close friends with the moss ridden wolf who’s grey fur was so covered in moss, she was green like the oversized lizards of the marshes. So the white wolf walked a thin path taking hits from the black pack while holding the moss ridden wolf’s tears on the other. Now her fur was that of a purple hue, a mix of the red hate from the black pack and the blue tears of the moss ridden wolf. Along her journey the now purple tinted wolf met a beautiful blonde bear who walked with her only when both the black pack and the moss ridden wolf were gone. “He’s no good for you” she would say as she walked on her lumbering legs before going back to her own life in the forest beyond. This repeated for too long before one day the black laced ginger wolf snapped at the moss ridden wolf causing her to run only coming back to the purple wolf to say goodbye. The black pack laughed as the purple wolf left her path to go to her den alone. She foolishly had gotten attached to the moss ridden wolf just to be left behind like yesterday’s meal. The black pack’s fur had faded, but the darkness never ceased. That night the purple tinted wolf weep silently to herself in her den before a badger wandered her way in. “Who hurt you? Who must I hurt for you? I love you like one of my own and so who must I hurt” the badger asked, as she watched the purple tinted wolf wept before she fell asleep. The purple tinted wolf woke up to find that the moss ridden wolf had come back, but when she tried to talk to her returned friend it took a turn for the worse. The moss ridden wolf wanted nothing to do with her old purple tinted friend. She had used a raven to listen in while she was gone to find out the truth. The purple tinted wolf tried to be nice and show her she still had a friend in her. The moss ridden wolf just looked at her and just stared as she croaked out her desires, “I only want my to talk to the one I love, for no one may have him but me!”. Her fur soon became thick like that of a lizard as she stumbled towards the pack. The pack just watched her advance and they laughed, until the now lizard like wolf turned and ran. The purple tinted wolf tried to help but the lizard like wolf only wanted to talk about the ginger colored wolf. The purple tinted one had enough at this point and she snapped. “I have spent the last month trying to be your friend during this whole thing, and honestly, I don’t want to hear about the pack! I went with you to hunt and roam to get away from them but all you did was mutter and groan about the pack who you have caused to turn against you!” The lizard like wolf just stared before she answered in a low growl “I will get him back! No one will stop me not even YOU!” “FINE, you want to abandon one of the only people that cares about you? Go right ahead!” The purple tinted wolf shouted as she stormed away back to the pack who she now understood. The pack received her in open paws and even through it all the purple wolf still cares about the now lizard like wolf. She just can't be her friend, yet she still cares and so the lives of the pack and the lizard like wolf continued on. One day when the purple tinted wolf was passing a lake, she noticed she now had a black streak running the length of her light purple body.