"You two have beast forms?" I said. "I've never seen you in it... If you find it hard to be humans, I don't know why you are always human form..."
"Well, you seem good at being human now," said Ivan. "And do you think you could turn into your beast forms sometime? I'd like to see!"
"Sometimes, anyway..." said Isabel. "I wouldn't say you two are good at being human, but you're much better at it than her, anyway. And please don't turn into your beast forms, I personally would not like to see."
"Iz!"
"I'll go back to my cave now," I said. "Bye..."
I got up and went to the door. "You're going already?" said Ivan. "Why don't you stay here for awhile?"
"I just want to be alone for awhile..." I said, and left the house.
I entered the forest and headed back to my cave, walking out in the open. This was dangerous enough for a monster or armed human to do, for an unarmed human it was suicide. I didn't care if something ate me. Amazingly, though, no monsters noticed me, I was suprised that I made it all the way back to my cave alive. It was very cold without fur, though, it was quite possible I would get pneumonia and die of that. I curled up in the back of the cave, shivering, and gazed at the huge blood stain in the middle of it. Â
"Drago..." I murmured. I'm so sorry, Drago... I thought, you saved my life three times in a row, and I never showed any gratitude... Not enough gratitude, anyway... And the twins said you were actually starting to like me, too... I had a chance to be loved, but destroyed it... Why? Why did I do that? Was it pride? But I have nothing to be proud of, I'm a big ugly monster... ugly on the inside, ugly on the outside... I found good friends who seem to like me, but I think you were the only one who could have loved me... Now you're probably dead... I want to die too...
I was crying now... And instead of trying to be silent like I usually did, I tried to be as loud as I could. Let the predators come.
I was already in terrible emotional pain, but suddenly I was in terrible physical pain too... I was turning back into a monster. Oh great, now I'm furry again, I won't die of pneumonia... I thought bitterly. But maybe I'll still die of grief...
Or maybe I won't die. Maybe I'll live, and become a pure monster... I think I'd like that, now all I feel is pain... I don't need the twins to destroy my soul, I'll just let my soul destroy itself...
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