#kryla

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“We’re in so much trouble”

Learn. Adapt. Kill. Survive.

These four simply words were what molded Kryla into the person that she is today.

Does she regret choosing this life? Does she regret not being able to have the childhood that she deserved? Does she regret being a monster to the lives she ruined?

No.

If Kryla could, she would do all over again. Kryla had no time to waste wondering about what ifs.

What's done is done and there was no use in crying about what could've been. The time had called for her to act. She acted according to actions and did what was needed for her to survive. Whether those actions were good or evil, she did not care.

As Kryla walked along the rough terrain of the ruined forest, blurry images started to form from the corners of her mind. Faces that she knew and faces that she would rather forget. They came to her, some dismembered, some bloody, and some with very lethal wounds. They shared the same feelings. Feelings of rage, greif, and simply shock.

One by one, they surrounded her. They opened there mouths to speak but no words came out, only a sharp pitch noise that hurted Kryla's ear drums.

'Damn Phantoms..', Kryla muttered under her breath. She tried to go forward but the noise only got louder. Loud enough for blood to slowly fall from her ears.

Enough of this.

Kryla allowed her mind to go blank. She willed her senses to null. She called out to the beast inside of her. The creature that reflected on what she truly was.

The monster that she rightfully was.

When Kryla opened her eyes again, she was no longer in her human form. When she opened her eyes she could see everything clearly. She saw that the phantoms all stopped there wailing. There expressions looking more terrified. Kryla towered above all of them. She let out a very low growl.

Kryla let out a long lengthy howl that could be heard for miles. The phantoms image started to disperse one by one. The foul stench of the undead gone from the area.

When Kryla lowered her head again the phantoms were gone. She was alone again. Alone within the forest...

The wolf simply shook her head. No. She was always be alone in this world. And as long as she continued to keep living, the longer she chose this deranged path of survival for herself.