I don't remember my parents faces, but I do remember their words when they told me they'd be back for me, as they left me in the middle of a snow covered forest.
I remember waiting in that spot for days, waiting for them to return. They never did and by the fifth day I shifted into my fox form and walked aimlessly into the forest, relying on my senses to guide me.
They expected me to die, but I survived. I honed my senses, so that I could hunt my prey, without alerting them by running into a tree or by snapping a twig. My prey could see where they went, while I couldn't.
That's right I'm blind. It's the reason my parents abandoned me. I could care less now. I'm not that little fox that would cry for mama or papa. I learned over the years, that they're not coming back, that I will never be loved by them or by anyone else.
After all I'm blind, who would love a sightless fox.
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Blinded (Old Version)
WerewolfNone so deaf as those that will not hear. None so blind as those that will not see. ~Matthew Henry William grew up knowing only darkness. His parents abandoned him in the middle of a snow covered forest, hoping that he'd die. He survived. But for h...
