Imagine looking up to the darkened sky, seeing a milky white orb splotched with grey, blue and black freckles of esoteric and mystery, then being able to change into the one animal that ruled the earth far longer than humans ever have, and will continue to rule long after humans are gone. The wolf. A fierce yet nurturing, noble yet sly, loyal yet true to one's self without the help of others. Being able to change from this fleshy and primitive form to the beautiful creature that is the wolf is the one power I want to possess more than the very blood that runs through my veins. Piercing blue, green, yellow, amber or even brown eyes; keen ears able to hear the smallest mouse's heart beat under five feet of snow, claws and fangs able to tear flesh from bone in seconds, whether it is enemy or prey. Why do humans so wish to fly? What is the point of being up in the air when they have no wings? Wolves have wings, though they are not in the shape of a bird or plane, they are in the shape of legs. Running is the flying for a wolf, being able to clear long distances in matter of seconds while the rush of energy and ferocity overcomes the senses. Coiling the large hind muscles, and launching forward into the very face of danger, knowing all well that the pack is behind to defend until the end. That is the power I wish to possess, to be able to change from primitive human to the one ruler of the land, the wolf.
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