Night.

It's deep and quiet.

A beam of frost-white moonlight, straight through, thick dark clouds covering the sky, like a pillar of optimus light, trying to drive away the good gloom and darkness on the ground.

"Today, I want to tell a story. ”

The sound, sounding, as if silent, drifting with the wind at will, no matter, not care, sound.

Like, shallow groaning.

It seems to be a solitary thought.

"Once upon a time, there was an animal. ”

Every story should start with the words "once upon a time".

This story, of course, should be no exception.

"It was born alone in a lush forest and struggled to survive since childhood. ”

This storyteller is very clear and tactful, but with a little cruelty, mixed with indescribable sadness.

"Just when it was about to die, bruised and dying, it met a wolf. ”

The man who squinted his eyes tightly and stared straight at the frost-white moonlight.

At this moment, the voice trembled slightly.

Like, there is association, chewing taste.

"Wolf, threw it to it, a piece of rotting meat. With a cold eye, tell it that there are only wolves that have been killed in battle, and there are no wolves that have been bitten to death. ”

The man who stared straight at the frost-white moonlight slowly spit out this sentence, grinning with a mouth full of white fangs.

"Actually, the wolf doesn't know that it will follow it in the future, and the original decision was not because of this sentence, nor because of its cold eyes, nor because of its so-called indomitable momentum. The real reason is meat. That rotten, filthy piece of meat. ”

After poking and laughing, the man lowered his head and buried himself in the darkness.

In this way, it became a wolf without hesitation. Single-mindedly fought into a wolf. Drink, the freshest and bloodiest blood. Eat, the most tenacious and woody meat. Gnaw, the hardest and driest bone. In short, following the cold-eyed wolf, it gradually became a wolf. Howling in the night, dancing in the light, rolling in the blood, fighting in the mud. ”

sound, falling, swinging, and then, slowly falling down.

"Kill or be killed. It thought, that its whole life should be like this. ”

The person whose voice was getting slower and slower, pulling a faint sound, shrunk the cold light in his squinting eyes, raised his head fixedly, and looked straight at the moonlight, illuminating the gloom.

"Who would have thought that it would meet it. Like a mirror. ”

Tone, freeze.

People, smiling, the corners of the mouth, slightly upturned, like a play.

"You know what? people, it's hard to see yourself. Or can't, or don't want to, or don't dare. ”

I don't know how to drop, the smiling person, quietly looking at the frost-white moonlight, so inexplicably sighed.

"After looking in the mirror, it realized for itself how ugly and vicious it could be. So, it, on that night, tore it apart, the whole family. All that was left was a thick stain of blood. ”

The words, the mouth, for a long time, after the rest, there was no sound for a long time.

Later, it became addicted to vices and became drunk day and night. Because, when you are awake, if you close your eyes, it will be all blood flowers all over the sky. Also, it was torn to shreds and bloodied. ”

The person sitting upright in the chair squinted his bright eyes and grinned at his white fangs, smiling to himself.

"It was a hard time. It can be said that the days are like years. Luckily, it stumbled upon a cure for these.

It's to kill.

Kill one after another.

At that time, it had so sharp fangs. King of Heaven, no one is afraid. ”

The person who laughed to himself, flashed the cold light in his squinting eyes, and looked at the frost-white moonlight with a smile, piercing through the thick dark clouds and shining directly on the land of Kyushu.

But then the story changed.

Sometimes, it's not a fucking thing. It actually wants to develop in the direction of warmth. ”

The person who laughs like a naughty child sits upside down in a chair and is mad.

"It can have that kind of shit life, and it met her. Hahahaha......."

Just now, the people who were still desperately arrogant are now holding their stomachs, laughing and unable to stand up, and the sound of laughter is flying all over the sky.

In this way, it can finally live a normal short life and enjoy time. I'm afraid that there will be wrongful thoughts. If you don't have that life, don't go around that circle. A wolf is a wolf, killing and slashing, the days are not long, grievances and grievances are dilemmas, and vendettas are constant. ”

The man with his white fangs took a deep breath.

"It's finally scared.

It's worried.

It's got roots.

So, it's, knowing, killing, can't solve the problem. Killing, will only be behind you, leaving a sticky blood path that is so long and fierce.

It's not going to take any chances.

Therefore, it was decided to be a dog. ”