Echo's Tale
WerePanther
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Echo gave a heavy sigh as she sat in the back of her cage, knees drawn to her chest, arms around her shins. Her dark hair framed her face, a few strands falling in front of her ruby hued eyes. The fact her hair was so dark just made her light skin look even more pale than it really was. Not like Echo cared. She was more annoyed by the fact she had been placed in a room by her self. Was she not good enough to be placed with the other slaves anymore?
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Her eyes narrowed at the thought, her grip on her legs tightening and her claws becoming curved and sharper. Even the slightest warmth of anger made her skin shiver and ache to shift. Echo closed her eyes and took a deep breath, effectively calming her self. Not that she was against shifting, it just didn't seem like the best time. Echo would much rather have a possible Master watch her shift. Often it was enough to make them shy away and refuse to buy her. She would much rather stay stuck in this dark, dank place than be someone's pet.
It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
