Biography
What changes life? More importantly, what changes you? Any bad experienced could change you forever. Look at this wolf for example. She's lost and will Never be found. Her heart is broken, shattered in pieces, impossiable to fix. Meaningless words you would think could harm no one. But if you look closely, if you look inside, it does harm. It transforms someone forever. But what if your the one that did it? Did what ever bad thing happened. Or what if you think you did it? Does it have the same effects? The feeling of wanting to be alone? To always blame yourself? Even hurt yourself if you got the chance?
What changes you?
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The she-wolf stood before the cliff face and looked down at the rocky edge. Her head began to race as she stared horror strock at the drop. Down, down, down it went, beneath laid rushing surging water of the river. The surging water looked like a death trap on its own without even needing the cliff to be there. If she fell in she could probably survive, thanks to the water breaking her fall. But she may not be so lucky to get away from its strong current and the rippling waves. Fear showed as clear as daylight In her eyes. The wolf whined around just in time to spot another wolf before her. Mysterys pelt began to bristle and she let out a snarl.
The brute looked unfazed by her sudden stance of hostility, in fact he even smirked at her. Glaring at the male and than towards the cliff she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As the male flung himself forward to attack her she leapt backwards. With a screech of her own shock and surprise she tried to dig her claws into the cliff face but found it impossiable as she worked around in the air. Further down she continued to fall. In a blink of an eye the she-wolf found herself thrashing around in the depths of the river. Her pelt was soaked in an instant and began to become extra weight. Her ripped like body twisted around in the depths of the river.
Trying to figure out which way was up and which way was down. Finally she broke through the surface of the cold liquid. Her eyes blinked out the water and she painted heavily to catch her breath, coughing out water now and than. As if she thought it was all to be over a wave took her back under. Spiraling her around like a rag doll. When she popped back out her eyes laid on a branch. Quickly she paddles over to it with her last bit of strength and dragged her forepaws onto it. The rest of her body beging dragged by the current. Coughing up some more water she looked above her. There the brute stood glaring at her before turning away.
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Winter 
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