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ART BY www.furaffinity.net/user/terry…

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It was a snowy winter with an icy wind. A storm was coming and the sun was about to rise.

Anghjulina grabbed the first garment she found; a simple, long red shirt. She would turn around at the slightest noise, her heart beating so hard that she trembled. She seemed to be fleeing something, or someone.
The lady ran to the cradle where Thomas was still asleep ,wrapped up in his favourite blue blanket. He only had a few weeks and already his transformations were uncontrollable.
She picked him up and tenderly hugged him in her arms, whispering “I’ll take you for a walk...”.
She left the house as discreetly and soon as possible in the direction of the forest. She was so worried that she turned around every other second hoping she would not be followed.
“If he realises , it’s all over-” she said.

The long hours of march and the cold weakened the young mother, but she was determined. She had prepared this escape for a long time, she knew what she was doing. She knew the way by heart.
Despite her diminished breathing, she whispered gently “I’ll get you there...”.
Tom, drowsy, grabbed his mother’s thumb. Her tears began to fall, but there was no other choice. It was the only way to save him.
The snow was falling harder and harder, the storm getting closer. The sun was rising, but the mist preventing it from passing.

After a few long minutes of walking, the silhouette of a large olive tree emerged. The young woman smiled and added quietly “we are there-”. She was exhausted but happy, as at that moment she knew her baby would live.
Arriving at the foot of the tree, she knelt down, placed a last kiss on the cold snout of the little werewolf and placed him in the hollow of the tree, taking care to wrap him up in the storm shelter.
She stayed for a few minutes, lost in thought. Had she made the right choice? And if the person in charge of recovering the baby did not come on time? It was way too late to retreat. Anghjulina stood up with a heavy heart and set out.
She turned for a moment, a last and tender look upon her child, “I’m sorry, Tommy...”, before getting caught by the clutches of winter.

Gathered by a priest, the child had subsequently grown up in a remote and little known village. A new name had been given to him and he secretly learned to control his metamorphosis.
He was kept safely away from a person with a heart of stone, far from the man who had lost all humanity, far from the werewolf that was his father.

This was the wish of his mother, who had lost her life realising it.

One day you'll walk the world and keep in mind
The heart you've been given in winter time
And through the bitter cold, with opened eyes
You'll find the strength to fight and stand upright

Lyrics from Gojira, "Born in winter"

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ART BY www.furaffinity.net/user/terry…

Description
ART BY www.furaffinity.net/user/terry…

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It was a snowy winter with an icy wind. A storm was coming and the sun was about to rise.

Anghjulina grabbed the first garment she found; a simple, long red shirt. She would turn around at the slightest noise, her heart beating so hard that she trembled. She seemed to be fleeing something, or someone.
The lady ran to the cradle where Thomas was still asleep ,wrapped up in his favourite blue blanket. He only had a few weeks and already his transformations were uncontrollable.
She picked him up and tenderly hugged him in her arms, whispering “I’ll take you for a walk...”.
She left the house as discreetly and soon as possible in the direction of the forest. She was so worried that she turned around every other second hoping she would not be followed.
“If he realises , it’s all over-” she said.

The long hours of march and the cold weakened the young mother, but she was determined. She had prepared this escape for a long time, she knew what she was doing. She knew the way by heart.
Despite her diminished breathing, she whispered gently “I’ll get you there...”.
Tom, drowsy, grabbed his mother’s thumb. Her tears began to fall, but there was no other choice. It was the only way to save him.
The snow was falling harder and harder, the storm getting closer. The sun was rising, but the mist preventing it from passing.

After a few long minutes of walking, the silhouette of a large olive tree emerged. The young woman smiled and added quietly “we are there-”. She was exhausted but happy, as at that moment she knew her baby would live.
Arriving at the foot of the tree, she knelt down, placed a last kiss on the cold snout of the little werewolf and placed him in the hollow of the tree, taking care to wrap him up in the storm shelter.
She stayed for a few minutes, lost in thought. Had she made the right choice? And if the person in charge of recovering the baby did not come on time? It was way too late to retreat. Anghjulina stood up with a heavy heart and set out.
She turned for a moment, a last and tender look upon her child, “I’m sorry, Tommy...”, before getting caught by the clutches of winter.

Gathered by a priest, the child had subsequently grown up in a remote and little known village. A new name had been given to him and he secretly learned to control his metamorphosis.
He was kept safely away from a person with a heart of stone, far from the man who had lost all humanity, far from the werewolf that was his father.

This was the wish of his mother, who had lost her life realising it.

One day you'll walk the world and keep in mind
The heart you've been given in winter time
And through the bitter cold, with opened eyes
You'll find the strength to fight and stand upright

Lyrics from Gojira, "Born in winter"

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ART BY www.furaffinity.net/user/terry…