A pride in your mind, a madness in the eyes of most people. The things you smile for are nothing but a great sickness to others.

You put on a mask as you walk among them, sheep to be herded and as a predator you must hide your intentions. When you smile and show your fangs they quiver, but if you smile for the same reasons as they and show nothing at all but a sheepish grin they smile politly back.

Even though you might walk amongst them and scare off any other predator that some how will make the mistake of hunting what´s yours they will condemn you for defending it. Your eyes turn red with lust for battle but theirs will see nothing but horror.

A mad animal they will mark you. Despite the sacrifices you make just to be with them, they won´t ever be able to se pass their fear.

Despite that you will and probably have thought of most threats to them. And you know the day will be there when you´re lying on the ground with your throat ripped out and the life of you bleeding out of your wound, the spark of your eyes slowly damping, they will but look on you and condemn you for being such a fiercefull creature.

You will with your last breath see their disgust for the pride that it is to you. They will never understand why you would end your journey so early. We however will shed a silent tear, and raise a toast to your last triumph, and honor your sacrifice.